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I felt so tired and even though I didn't feel it, I knew I was hungry by the ache in my stomach. And the fact that I'd had nothing to eat since two days before. But after seeing all the blood and all kinds of wounds, just the thought of food nauseated me. I tried to ease the ache by pressing on my stomach with both hands. About an hour later, the door opened and two armed soldiers threw in a woman covered in blood. It was impossible to recognize her. Her face was swollen and deformed, but something about her black hair was familiar and made me want to get closer and see who she was. Helena. I heard myself yell out. Oh my God, Helena. Open your eyes. Look at me. It's Selma. I pleaded. Well aware of all the probing eyes. I knelt down next to her fragile figure. She looked like a little girl, so skinny and fragile. Her face looked like some monster from a movie. It was beaten badly and while some bruises were just forming and still red, the others looked dark blue, almost black blood was seeping out of her nose. Her lids fluttered a little and she opened her eyes slowly. Selma, is that really you? She whispered? Why are you here? Why aren't you at home? She accused, I didn't answer but asked if she could get up so we could go sit in the back. She tried and I practically carried her to the back corner where I was sitting before she came. I sat down and put my chin on my knees, placing my arms around them. I peered up at her. Don't worry, Ravan's here and he'll help us get out. I offered trying to make her feel better out. You really are a naive childs. She answered with a sarcastic smile on her face. How long have you been here since today? No, wait, it's morning. So since yesterday, I answered a little hurt by her response for your own good. She started, I hope you're right about Radavan. But in the meantime, don't let your guard down. Trust no one. What happened to you? I asked, I didn't really want to talk to her but didn't want her asking me any questions either. Even though I felt sorry for her. There was something in her mocking gaze that made me want to hide. I was at home. She started and a small proud smile formed on her lips when she said, you know, Jacob said his first sentence and I was trying to make him repeat it. I want, I I, he said meaning he wanted ice cream. She smiled and a tear escaped her. Samir was outside helping his dad change oil in his new car. His mother, sister and daughter were out back teaching little Mickey to ride a bike. At first I wasn't paying attention to the yelling and screaming and I thought it was just them playing. Next thing I knew there were two armed soldiers in my living room asking for money and gold. I grabbed the baby and tried to run outside but they pushed me onto the floor. One of them grabbed Jacob and threw him outside like a ball. She winced. The other one punched me in the face with his fist. I tried to get up. All I could think about was Jacob screaming. She paused to compose herself. I couldn't get up, Selma, they were holding me down. And the next thing I knew I was being raped, Jacob's cries hurt the most though. The thought that I couldn't get up, run to him and hold him until he felt safe again, was killing me. She paused again and couldn't speak for a while. Fighting pain and tears. When it was over, her voice shook. They left me lying on the floor. I crawled to the door but Jacob's cries were gone now and I couldn't find him. I walked outside slowly holding onto the wall, so I wouldn't fall first. I saw my sister-in-law's dead naked body just to the left of the house. Everything else after that felt like it was in slow motion. I could see but couldn't hear anything. Samir and his dad were shot to death. My mother-in-law was kneeling down kissing Samir's face while clinching Jacob's limp body to her breast. Helena sobbed loudly, covering her face with her shaking hands and it looked like she couldn't continue talking. So I didn't press for more. I let her grieve After about 10 minutes when I thought she wasn't going to continue, she started again. I walked up to her to take my baby. She whispered, her eyes were closed and it felt like she wasn't really talking to me anymore just thinking out loud.