A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 8

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.