March Contest


By March 23, 2019 No Comments

“Halima, come here and wash the dishes, before your father comes home.”
My mother shouted from the other room. I shuddered at the thought of my father, a strict man, who was part of the newly formed army. I quickly headed to the kitchen and as I begun to wash the dishes, my mind drifted to the incident that occurred nights before, when he came drunk and spoke on the lack of development in the country. How we were all rats, who were privileged and who should grateful for what we have. My thoughts interrupted by jingling of keys outside.


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