In Liberia, I used to work alongside a UN Police Officer from Yemen. Ali and I became friends over our coffee breaks, when he would tell me colourful stories about the beauty of his country. One day, I would have to come visit, he insisted.
After more than a year of training and building the capacity of the Liberia National Police, Ali’s deployment with UN Peacekeeping was coming to an end. I remember the joy in his eyes when he spoke of returning home to see his wife and children again.
That joy turned into fear when he got word of fighting back home, and the closure of Yemen’s main airport left him stranded. He couldn’t get back into Sana’a, and the risk of flying into a neighbouring country (if they would even accept him) and crossing by land was too dangerous, he said. And so Ali waited desperately in Liberia.
Source: News Now/Huffington Post Online