Even the young are maimed and killed

MAISHA stares blankly at the hospital wall, his eyes not revealing any emotion. Sitting on the corner of a sagging ward bed, the five-year-old does not know why a heavy cast and bandages cover his right arm.

Like most children at this hour of the evening, the youngster should be outside playing.

Instead, he nurses his maimed limb, left almost powerless by two bullets that shot through his hand and upper arm.