by Diaa Wadi
Should I tell you a secret? I’m afraid of the anguish I hold within me. Do people fear their own anguish?
Read MoreThe building next door was stripped naked, its shattered windows gaping onto disarranged kitchens and bedrooms. My aunt’s building was leveled entirely. “Pow,” she said, flattening the air between her hands.
Read MoreI await her daily dispatches so I can edit and publish them. I get this homework done quickly, afraid any tardiness would disappoint the teacher.
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