Kutupalong camp is at its quietest just before dawn. A thin grey light over the hills of Cox’s Bazar in south-east Bangladesh, traces the outlines of tarpaulin roofs and bamboo frames – the fragile architecture of the largest refugee camp in the world.
Inside the shelters, women wake early not out of habit, but necessity, stepping carefully over sleeping children, pausing when any cramp or dizziness sets in. For many Rohingya women here, pregnancy is endured rather than anticipated, shadowed by the knowledge that when labour comes, it may be far from the care that could keep them safe.
