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A War Widow’s Watch for a Miracle
Aziza stared down into the pot of leaves and roots she’d been cooking over the fire. “Has it really come to this?” she asked herself, as she had done every other night that week. “Am I really serving my children boiled leaves for dinner?”
She barely noticed the gnawing in her own stomach as a wave of grief and anger washed over her heart. “I wish that artillery shell had killed me instead of Farid,” she whispered. “It would have been better for the children. At least then they would have a decent meal.”
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