I started working for the U.S. based nonprofit, Operation Blessing, documenting their projects. Quickly I fell in love with the work on the ground as much as telling its story.
One of my earliest memories was being trapped in a hotel elevator in Beirut with my mother. My parents were journalists on assignment just before the outbreak of the 1982 Lebanon war. We trembled in the pitch dark for 10 minutes while gun fights raged, echoing in the elevator shaft—I was four years old.