It was Wednesday afternoon in the village of Tanjung Alai. Sariani had just finished her prayers and was sitting in the living room watching TV with her five-year-old grandchild, Farisa. It was a regular evening; everything was just fine until the ground started to shake.

“It was shaking as if a big truck had passed by in front our house,” Sariani, 49. As the shaking got stronger she realized it was not a truck, it was an earthquake. “Then, we got up and ran.”

A few seconds later, her house collapsed.

Feeling weak, Sariani lay down on the ground. Everything was spinning. She had lost everything she ever had.

“When I saw my house collapse in front of my eyes, I was so shocked. I could not say a word,” Sariani says in a quiet voice.

Sariani’s husband, Jafan, 53, is a motorcycle taxi driver. He was in the market when the earthquake hit. “After the tremor stopped, I rushed back home,” Although grateful that his family is safe and unharmed, seeing the ruins of the house that he built with his own hands was devastating. “I cried seeing my house destroyed – the house that I build by saving penny by penny from my daily income as a motorcycle taxi driver. It was gone.”

“I cried seeing my house destroyed – the house that I build by saving penny by penny from my daily income as a motorcycle taxi driver. It was gone.” Jafan stands in front of the ruins of his family’s home.