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On the Edge of Tragedy


Trapped in a scorching wasteland between Jordan and Iraq and
growing in number every day, tens of thousands of refugees
struggle to survive

By JON D. HULL/SHAALAN ONE -- With reporting by Jamil
Hamad/Ruweished


    Melia Tabono lies semiconscious on a cot, her swollen face
glistening with sweat and sand. An intravenous tube drips
saline solution into her veins, as a friend, Thelma Nonatura,
a fellow Filipino, desperately fans a piece of cardboard to
combat the 95 degrees heat. Six weeks ago, Tabono, 38, worked
as a seamstress in Kuwait City. Now she is among tens of
thousands of refugees struggling to survive in a strip of
scorched desert between Iraq and Jordan. "Our lives have been
destroyed," murmurs Nonatura. "I can't feel anything anymore."

    In the next cot an elderly Sri Lankan woman shakes
uncontrollably, her frail body racked by thirst, hunger and the
blistering heat. "I've never seen anything like this," says Dr.
Khaled Abu-Halimeh of the Jordanian Red Crescent Society, who
treats 60 patients a day in the makeshift medical tent.
"Without more water, medicine and food, we'll be faced with a
disaster."

    While some of the Western hostages anxiously await chartered
jets out of Baghdad, more than 70,000 refugees are trapped in
a 43-mile-wide swath of no-man's-land between Jordan and Iraq.
Largely from India, the Philippines, Pakistan and Bangladesh,
these refugees once worked in Kuwait at jobs the natives
disdained: as drivers, waiters and maids. Though never wealthy,
they earned good wages and had become accustomed to the
air-conditioned placidity of their adopted country. Today they
languish in three sprawling, filthy tent cities, called Shaalan
One, Two and Three, erected in a sweltering moonscape infested
with snakes and scorpions. At least 10 refugees, including two
babies, have already died of dehydration and exposure. Says
Xavier Emmanuelli, president of the French relief organization
Doctors Without Borders: "These people are hostages of the
desert."

    Every day brings 15,000 to 20,000 more refugees pouring out
of Iraq, and Jordanian officials predict that as many as 1
million more may arrive in the coming weeks. Apart from the
massive crowds in the border camps, Jordan is swamped with
110,000 refugees packed into dozens of transit camps in Amman.
The cash-starved kingdom insists that it cannot cope with the
additional tens of thousands still stranded at the border,
waiting to cross. "The plight of these people has only evoked
the faintest of responses from the world community," complains
Crown Prince Hassan, King Hussein's brother.

    So far, 250,000 refugees have been repatriated through
Jordan, most of them Egyptians traveling by plane and ship from
the port of Aqaba. The number of daily flights from Amman has
doubled from 50 to 100 in an effort to evacuate the refugees.
India is averaging six flights a day, while Pakistan, which has
resettled about 7,000 citizens, sent a passenger ship to Aqaba
last week. The International Organization for Migration has
launched a $50 million airlift program to aid Sri Lankans,
Bangladeshis and others whose impoverished countries have
offered little help.

    Despite donations of more than $100 million in food,
supplies and cash grants from dozens of governments and charity
groups, the relief effort remains confused and inadequate. No
central authority appears in control, and the distribution of
food and water is dangerously disorganized.

    At the Shaalan One camp, civility ends when the water truck
arrives. As cries of "Water! Water!" erupt in a babel of
languages from hundreds of parched throats, men and women
battle their way to the nozzle of the tanker. One feverish man
grabs a stone and threatens to bash a competitor's skull.
Meanwhile, most of the precious liquid spills on the ground and
vanishes into the sand.

    Dehydration is the most critical problem in the camps.
Jordanian officials say they are supplying water as quickly as
they can, but it is simply not fast enough. Dozens of men
holding buckets gather around a dry water hose attached to a
water tank, their faces expressing a fear just short of panic.
"Please, we've been standing here for nine hours waiting for
water," says Romis Ali, 45, a Bangladeshi who worked at the
Meridien Hotel in Kuwait City. Ali, in his second week at the
camp, hasn't had anything to drink in 20 hours. He had his last
meal, a slice of stale bread, two days ago.

    Each day at noon, huge lines form behind relief trucks
carrying the daily rations of pita bread, tomatoes, cucumbers
and cheese. Beneath a tarp of sheets and blankets, Mashama
Nawaz, 35, a Pakistani, sits with his wife and three children.
His daughter, only two, sleeps on the ground, as relatives try
to keep her cool. "Yesterday they gave me one piece of bread
and three tomatoes," says Nawaz. "I kept telling them I have
children to feed, and they kept saying `We are sorry.'"

    Shouts of excitement greet the arrival of two Jordanian
entrepreneurs driving a pickup truck loaded with ice. A
brick-size chunk goes for one Jordanian dinar (about $1.50),
and the sellers profit handsomely -- though not as well as they
might. Many of the refugees are penniless, forced to leave
their life savings behind in Kuwaiti bank accounts long since
looted by Iraqi troops.

    Just beyond the truck, a miniature desert tornado forms,
funneling sand toward the cloudless sky and scattering garbage
as it dances through the camp. "We are not poor people who can
live in the desert,"says Mohammed Tahir, 30, who worked for 12
years in Kuwait in an Indian restaurant. "We had jobs and
apartments and good lives." Tahir has been in no-man's-land for
seven days. As frightened as he was by life in Kuwait after the
Iraqi invasion, Tahir insists there is no comparison. He says,
"I have come to a place that is even worse than what I left
behind."