Maryam Amir – What I think about

			Do you want to know who I think
about every single day, the mother
		

			who went like this and her hands
had the
		

			of her kids and she didn't want to
wash them because she said that
		

			it's the only thing that she has
left of them. I think about the
		

			little girl whose eyes had been
completely
		

			and she kept asking, why can't I
see? And the doctor didn't want to
		

			tell her that she'll never be able
to see again. She was probably
		

			like five. You think about the
little boy, he
		

			couldn't have been more than
seven,
		

			holding his little brother in the
shroud.
		

			His little brother was
		

			maybe like eight months old.
		

			I think about
		

			the way a man held up a three year
old,
		

			but her face was melted off, and
how I saw an entire building
		

			on the of a toddler,
		

			but you could see his legs on the
other side, and they kept they
		

			kept moving. How there was a row
of children's legs sticking out,
		

			out from under concrete, as if
they had been sleeping when their
		

			building fell on them, a group of
children playing in a mass.
		

			And
		

			they said that they're playing in
it today and they're going to be
		

			in it tomorrow. And then I saw
that same place
		

			two days later,
		

			and they weren't playing anymore.
		

			I think about the toddler whose
hand was so chubby
		

			and he was holding a croissant and
it was sticking out of the rubble
		

			just his hand with the croissant,
a father holding two plastic bags,
		

			and you know what was inside, and
these two brothers who one only,
		

			His arm was sticking out of rocks
of
		

			what used to be his apartment,
		

			and his arm was around half of the
body of his brother and a doctor
		

			standing and just staring ahead,
staring ahead, had done an
		

			amputation on his own son
		

			without anesthesia,
		

			and The pain was so unbearable
that his child died. He
		

			and I think about ice cream trucks
filled with
		

			not ice cream.
		

			And I think about the laughter of
the children of Liza
		

			and how they deserve to laugh. I.