From conflict to Covid

y the time Waheed Arian was six, he had survived years of bombs and bullets, streets strewn with dead bodies and a terrifying night trek on horseback from his home in Afghanistan through the mountains of the Hindu Kush to Pakistan. By 10, he had almost died from malaria, severe TB and malnutrition in a nightmarishly hot hut in a Pakistani refugee camp. The clever little boy, born in Kabul in 1983 at the height of the Soviet-Afghan war, lacked access to toys, school or even basic sanitation, but dreamed of helping others by becoming a doctor. At 15, he arrived in the