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Rashed Qurwash

2019

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Every morning, my dad would get up and fetch fresh water from the water pump nearby. The water pump was housed in a small building. It had two conventional windows on each side and one was broken. It looked abandoned but it wasn’t. One night we had ran out of fresh water and two of my siblings decided to fetch some. They went and came back empty handed.

 

we heard voices of three kids running around.

 

My mom and dad in the distance under a tree, small in stature, a lone small tree. As I walked towards them, my sister yelled, 

 

no one is there...