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SAWDA:
I dont want to sing!
I dont want to be consoled, Nawal.
I dont want your ideas,
your images,
your words,
your eyes,
the time we spent side by side
I dont want all that to console we after everything Ive seen and heard!
They stormed into the camps like madmen.
The first screams woke the others and soon everyone heard the fury of
the militiamen!
They began by throwing children against the walls,
then they killed every man they could find.
They slit the boys throats
and burned the girls alive.
Everything was on fire, Nawal, everything was on fire,
everything went up in flames.
Blood was flowing through the streets.
Screams filled throats and died,
another life gone.
One militiaman was preparing the death of three brothers.
He lined them up against the wall.