By Youssef Boudlal
I remember the scene well. It was the day that I arrived at the Iraqi-Syrian border crossing of Fishkhabour.
With shocked, sunburnt faces, men, women and children in dirt-caked clothes were struggling in temperatures of over 45 degrees Celsius (113 Fahrenheit), waiting patiently for local Kurdish aid.
At first, I focused my camera on a group of women sitting on the ground, but when I turned away I saw this little girl.
I took one shot of her there and as she saw me, she gave me a smile. I captured another frame of her with her mother.
I was drawn to her wild beauty in this terrible situation. There is a kind of intensity, distress and sadness in her eyes.