r 1: A
's P
ot yet. But it s
e? I don't know. I'm not litera
that's wh
know. Because mine stopped the moment I saw
Brushed my head. Told me I was special. That the Goddess o
'd screamed at me as the fire turned her fair skin black, made it bubble out blood. "I
ard. While my mother...my father....were burnt to death. Thei
nd of
hing was being dragged through the
men) hung from my thin body, my white hair hung loose over my face. My entire body was covered in white sand and dirt; even the white kurt
oser. Stopped in
ader) One of
dows so no one could see me. No one knows
in a brown dress. Blood flowing from her stomach. A trail o
e a gruff, slurry voice as th
fa
woman in the village is a slave. He says they are birthing organs. And those who can't birth anymore will have to die.
choodi (girl)! Should we kill h
she'll be buried under it by morning." I held on to my Khanjaar ti
n hand and wearing only a loin cloth. I hid my face behind the tent and used my ears to listen to his moving. I
on the sand and used my hands to mix the sand in front of me so it covers the marks my body makes. I heard Rafael turn the corner as I
to walk the other way when a light coming from the front of the tent caught me. I walk towards it slowly, not making any sounds on my feet and I found the bottle that Ra
refully and take out more that I stole from my prison. This water is blue and they use it to burn fire. So I pour over tents and then take two rocks in my hand. Just lik
illage. The fire spreads behind me. And then scre
ing aazadi (freedom)! The men scream like women. Sca
nd late, until all I can see is sand. White as my
her women in Mouri who had been denied even the basic of education. This is why even her thoughts are in the uneducated language that is