I went with my friend and my brother. It was what the men did; left the women at home and travelled for work. There’s no room for political correctness here, if the women tried to go they would be raped or worse.
We’ve been here before; it’s not great but there’s always work and we’re all together. We manage to pray together at sunrise and sunset, we get a bit to eat, that’s life.
That’s how the days went until that day.
The day the men in black came.
We knew who they were, even before they told us to strip and put on the clothes they gave us. Was I afraid? Of course, but I think even then I knew.
I knew that it would come to this day on the beach.
I never saw the waves turn red.
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