It was dark where I was, near the corner where the shadows slept. The night was cold. A discarded plastic…

The disgusting scent of oily hair fills my nostrils. “Salma, Salma, there’s someone here,” Aisha called out. “Do they look…

It’s jammed, once again. The iron gate’s lock is get-ting rustier as the days pass. I gather all my strength…