Refuge
Sami Michael
1977
From the balcony, Fuad was heard to groan, “That’s all we need today. Ya rab, that’s all we need.”
Shoshana was frightened. “What’s happened?”
“Come see.”
Her two sons hurried before her. Over their black heads Shoshana saw two old women approaching on either side of the street.
“Grandma Huria!” Naim cried out.
Shoshana turned pale. Her heart…
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