We fled. My mom woke us up that morning at 5 a.m. to travel to the city of Najaf. This was apparently the safest city for now.
I Was A Refugee
Rusul Alrubail

How is it that we always flee at dawn?! I still have nightmares from time to time about the morning we fled.

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