By Ghania Anwer (Dow Medical College)

A sharp smell and two white orbs.
One day Amina’s parents told her they would be leaving for a better home. They packed their belongings and boarded a train. It was suffocating yet exciting.
The train stopped, there was shouting then screaming. Babba hid her under the seat, urging her to keep quiet.
She did so, even when he fell inches from her face, dead, not murdered.
The smell of blood and glassy eyes.

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