WHD: Life and death in Tsunami-hit Indonesia

17 Aug 2012

Survivors clear the ruins in front of the remains of a house in Banda Aceh, the capital of Aceh Province, on 25 February, 2005. The boat resting on the house, which belongs to the man pictured in blue, has since become a tourist attraction and iconic of the scale of the destruction. Credit: IRIN/Jefri Aries
A young Indonesian and her father save lives while in deadly peril.

On World Humanitarian Day, we remember our colleagues who have been killed while working to help others. In 2011, 308 humanitarian workers were killed, injured or kidnapped. Most of them were local staff, and most of them were targeted because of their work. 

This year, we are marking World Humanitarian Day by celebrating the most basic principle of humanitarian work: People Helping People. Join your voice with Beyoncé and hundreds of millions of people around the world by pledging to help someone on 19th August at http://whd-iwashere.org/.
For inspiration, and to remind everyone of the extraordinary things ordinary people are capable of doing, we asked professional aid workers to tell us a story about someone who inspired them in a crisis. 
This was in Aceh, Indonesia, in 2004, and the person is my friend, Dewi. In 2004, Dewi was living with her parents and her sister in their little house in downtown Banda Aceh, not far from the sea. When the tsunami hit, it was a Sunday morning and Dewi was still in her pyjamas. Someone told them the sea was coming, and she and her family ran to the mosque – the highest nearby building. They made it just in time.
As the tsunami surged in, the water rose, nearly to the level of the mosque’s roof. They were on the roof for hours, she was never sure how long, crammed together with everyone else who made it. There were people in the flood water, and Dewi’s father spent most of his time trying to reach into the swirling water rushing past to pull out anyone still alive. She remembered yelling at him to be careful—he was reaching so far out to try and rescue people, she was terrified he was going to fall in. Meanwhile she was holding and trying to comfort an eight-year-old girl who had become separated from her parents and was bleeding heavily, eventually to death.
Dewi told me this story as we sat in a car, driving through the middle of the devastated tsunami zone on our way to a camp. She was really matter of fact, but I was a snivelling wreck. I met her dad later as well. He was a really nice man, totally unassuming, a low-level civil servant in the local bureaucracy. You’d never have guessed what he did. She got a job with an aid agency, and she’s still a friend. We’ve never talked about it since, but I’ve never forgotten it. Without her dad, there would be people dead who are alive today. And without her, a child would have died all alone. 
Reporting by Imogen Wall

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