Memory 1

The colors were whispering to you in many voices. They were whispering to you as they stole your children away.

Amal? Wahad?

They whispered of terrible things. Terrible places. Oh Allah, where have they taken your children? The colors pulled them away, they called to you, you tried to answer. No, no, don't let them go, please, bring them back. No, not the colors. Anything but the colors. Wait, there was a shape in the colors. Or no shape. It whispered to you. It whispered to you of the others. The others that would follow it.

Amal? Wahad?

Suddenly, two of the whispering voices become clear:

Mommy, there are lots of voices here. One of them says her name is Alya. She wants to come back to Tariq. Can you tell him for her, Mommy? There are so many voices here, but we still miss you, Mommy. Please help us come back.