A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 8

Written by: Jacque Graham

Run!
Where?
Pakistan.
Take the children, go
That man he will help us.
The man with the children buys the tickets
We are in line for the bus
The man whispers to the guard
We can't get on
Hopes are crushed
They detain us
They question us
I feel my face reddening under my burka
There is no hope
We are taken back to Rasheed
He is furious
He beats us
He is vicious
A monster and we can't escape
Then there is darkness
I am trapped
Bleeding
Starving
In the dark shed
There is no way out        
Three days
Little Aziza and Laila 
Are starving in a different dark room.