In Their Homeland, On Their Soil by Aishat Elusogbon
So much bloodshed and loss and pain, yet they scream the Takbeer again and again. It's amazing, really. These people are being brutally and cruelly murdered by the people who they took in and have occupied their land for 75 years, 75 good years. Their homes, business, hospitals have been and are still being destroyed. They have lost families and friends and colleagues and neighbors. Their have seen horror movies in real life. They watched their pregnant mother being shot in the stomach. They watched their father being beaten, they watched the ceiling cave in on their mother as she rushed to get clothes for escape. They watched their friends brains scattered on the ground. They felt pieces of their home push into their mouths as the explosion envolopes them. In their own homeland. On their own soil. They starve and cry and weep. They scream and run and hide. In their own homeland! On their own soil. They attend the janaza of people they only spoke with hours ago. ...