A low 2x2 window painted dark green on the outside faced a wall dug with undying will to die in the name of God.
She had stood up against the window for six years out of her eight and looked at the idea beyond the room filled with orphans and abandoned.
She had twenty five of the thirty chapters in her heart, she could recite them all to the pleasure of the Almighty. The carnage she was told was His will.
Other than hunger she was free from pain and despair. She had never tasted a bullet, hamburger or even a bar of chocolate cheese.
Television, merry go round, song and dance had not crossed her life. She was too young for lipstick, eyelash or mascara. She also was too young for this massacre.
Two by two window with dark green paint and a hint of white turned all black that day. The wall was bombed to rubble but opened a view.
