I sold my home in Damascus and left for Lebanon. I saw you along the way, bleary eyed, rubble-ashen, and confused. It wasn’t your fault, the British bomb that beat your mother’s back as she threw herself over you. Her body jumped and fell limp from the impact, and you were trapped under her weight. Extract from ‘You’ Year 12 (A creative writing collaboration led by Jo Akrill in response to talks by Aegis Trust and Gua Africa)
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