I pushed harder this time, digging my nails deep into the cover of wet mud above me. My breath began to get heavier as I kept on trying to push it away; to let some air in, even a little would be enough, something to hold on to. I was tired, I could move no more, placing my arms by my sides I let the tears slide down. I had no energy left, the fight was over. I closed my eyes and began counting 1,2,3,4 …
His face flashed in the darkness, the radiance, the smile, all so perfect, my father, my life. The stories he used to tell me, the tales of his unbounded happiness, the day he had held me for the first time, the day he had named me Amina, the safe one.
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Death over Disgrace
Short StoryI pushed harder this time, digging my nails deep into the cover of wet mud above me. My breath began to get heavier as I kept on trying to push it away; to let some air in, even a little would be enough, something to hold on to. I was tired, I could...
