“Amira, look at me,” Muma insists. She collects both my hands in hers.“The Janjaweed attack without warning. If ever they come* run.“Finally, Amira is twelve. Old enough”
“Amira, look at me,” Muma insists. She collects both my hands in hers.“The Janjaweed attack without warning. If ever they come* run.“Finally, Amira is twelve. Old enough”
