I was walking along the road that runs through the camp and a man called me over. He said his name was Muhammad Ali, just like the boxer. He asked if I saw the weeping woman at the next tent over and that I should take a photo of her. I looked over and she was very upset and I said it didn't seem right. I didn't want to invade this woman's privacy. Muhammad told me she was crying because she lost two children in the war and the world needed to see her grief. I still said I didn't want to. He spoke to the woman and she shook her head No but he persisted and she agreed. Then he insisted I take the photo.