I stood outside my mother's shade,
Playing with the other kids whose fathers or mothers equally sold in the market. (20)
Friday evenings are always the busiest of all,
workers rushing from work to get food supply for the weekend. Today was no exception. (43)
The sky started to darken as the sun waved goodbye in the horizon. The sunset was beautiful, but my infant eye couldn't explore it all. Tomorrow's might be prettier. (73)
With tiny, dusty legs, we played in the dusk, outside my mother's shade. I noticed a boy watching us play. There was no enthusiasm on his face, this strange boy. (103)
He walked shyly into the crowd. Curiously I followed him. There, in the center of the market he stood with arms spread out and head lifted to the heavens. (132)
In that moment, the sun was resurrected. The boy shown as bright as a thousand stars. The screams that followed, screams I couldn't hear, would echo forever in my young mind. (164)
The explosion turning the evening SKY RED with the BLOOD of innocent men and women, children buried in the debris. I lay faced down to the earth, bleeding, hoping to see my mother's shade again. (199)
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