A Brave Woman

A Brave Woman

We had an old, gray donkey. I tied my children to my back and started to go to the city alone. It would take one hour to get there. I had my burqa on and my children were on my back underneath my burqa.

Beneath the Dust

Beneath the Dust

When I arrived at the orphanage, the tall solider was standing in front of the door with a gun. A blanket covered most of his face, to keep the dust out, but the dust powdered his dark eyebrows.