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Monday 17 August 2009

Gone with the wind

Tears swell in her luminous black eyes…

Beads of sweat glisten on her brow…

Her worn out sandals sink slowly in the golden desert sand…

The black silky abayah is blown away revealing her red jalabiah underneath…

Her niqab is now a black crow flying with the wind as she lifts her hand trying to catch it to shield her face from the burning sunrays.. she is distracted by a large noisy bird unlike any other she's ever seen…

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Sitting in the helicopter she waves her freshly manicured nails to move her bangs from her eyes…

Sighing she exclaims that her legs have become numb from sitting too long with the air conditioner on..

She looks down through her window scaling the golden carpets of sand and the ruffled sand dunes for any evidence of human life…

A glimpse of "red" catches her eye but as soon as she blinks it disappears.. giving up she puts her Prada handbag beneath her feet to change their position and adjusts the earphones of her i-pod as she shuffles through the songs.. doing so, she misses the abnormal black UFO that soundlessly bumps into her window..

In that fraction of a second a life could've been saved.. now all that's left is a niqab that's gone with the wind