Charity
Aisha, you seem confused.
Zaid, she’s hurt too, I… I,…
Come, sit in my lap, Aisha.
Yes, Abi.
What’s wrong?
I was – Oh, Abi, the poor people. I gave one some money, and then I was on the ground, and they took the money I had!
I’ll speak to Pharaoh about it.
The wind blows; burdened trees sway. Carrion eaters feed well when the burdens fall.
