by Bosy Elselhdar
With face covered with something black over my head ,
Someone pushing me ,
his hands on my back pushing me to go inside.
Mammy’I started to yell”
Please ,where are you mammy?
For me ,I was a little child scared to death,
I was just 8 years old ,
Someone pulled this black thing uncovered my face now.
I was screaming ,
I want my mammy ,
he didn’t answer