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A War Story.  

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I perched over the wall, looking deep into the darkness. Deep, with unfocused pupils trying to forget it all. I stared at the sophisticated shapes of the mosque when my eyes suddenly came into focus. I sat and observed the devout Muslims, not coming to pray but to bargain with Allah. The regulars were all there; the blind woman wishing to see her daughter for the first time; the schoolgirl praying to do well in her exams, somehow bargaining at the same time; and Shahbana-the searching mother. Shahbana had an interesting story, but remembering it was the hardest thing for me to do. No matter how hard I tried I could never forget him. He is my brother, Shahid Ahmed, and I am Sheeza. This is...

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