Week 6 (Bear at the Door)
“Mom, I see them! They must have followed us here!”
Azra walked over to the front window, where her daughter was pointing, and sure enough, there they were. At least six of them, all dressed in their blue uniforms, headed straight for her house.
“Shut the curtains,” she told Muna.
Muna nodded and began closing all of them, until it was no longer the middle of the day and now sometime in the evening.
Azra took a seat at her small dining table, which sat only two people, trying to think. They would arrive in at least a few minutes by foot. She needed to get Muna out, but then what would she do?
“I’m sorry, mom, I must’ve led them here.”
Azra didn’t say anything, she just needed to focus. Why was Muna here? It was to get the files. She had to give them to Muna, and maybe Muna could make it out safely.
She walked over to her old desk, which was slowly falling apart. Just like everything else in this hideout home, it must have been made decades ago. Azra hadn’t fled there to live an expensive, fancy life, which she certainly wouldn’t have been able to afford anyway, but rather to hide.
There were so many loose papers in the drawers of the desk, and Azra had no idea where the file was. She hadn’t looked at it in years. It only reminded her of everything she had fought for, but ultimately lost, including her own daughter.
“Mom, they’re getting really close!”
Muna’s heart sank in her chest. Would she have enough time? She frantically threw papers around the room, trying to find it. She knew at that point that she wouldn’t make it. There was only time for Muna to save herself. So much for a family reunion.
“Hurry!” Muna yelled.
She stared at the mess of papers on the ground, her hands trembling. No, she hadn’t put it in any of the desk drawers, it was hidden in the old safe. Azra quickly walked to her hardwood wardrobe, boarded with intricate carvings, and grabbed the safe out of it. Please be in here, she thought.
The door swung open, and the large file was the first thing she saw. Azra’s heart was pounding. She ran down the hallway, back to the front of her house, to see Muna peeking out of the curtains.
“Muna, take it!”
“But they’re almost here, we have to go now!”
“No,” Azra shook her head, “you need to go now.” She forced the file into Muna’s hand, her eyes tearing up. She couldn’t say goodbye to her daughter, not now. Not when this was the first time she’d seen her in nearly two decades. But there was only time for her to escape.
“Mom-”
“Go, please. Out the back door.”
“Please, I can’t lose you.” Muna had tears streaking down her face, her breath shaky.
Azra wiped the tears from her eyes and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”
There was banging on the door, and people yelling, “Open up!”
“I love you, mom.”
“Go!” She practically screamed at her daughter.
Her door burst open, and all of them piled in. “There you are,” one said, “we’ve been looking for you.”
Azra walked over to the front window, where her daughter was pointing, and sure enough, there they were. At least six of them, all dressed in their blue uniforms, headed straight for her house.
“Shut the curtains,” she told Muna.
Muna nodded and began closing all of them, until it was no longer the middle of the day and now sometime in the evening.
Azra took a seat at her small dining table, which sat only two people, trying to think. They would arrive in at least a few minutes by foot. She needed to get Muna out, but then what would she do?
“I’m sorry, mom, I must’ve led them here.”
Azra didn’t say anything, she just needed to focus. Why was Muna here? It was to get the files. She had to give them to Muna, and maybe Muna could make it out safely.
She walked over to her old desk, which was slowly falling apart. Just like everything else in this hideout home, it must have been made decades ago. Azra hadn’t fled there to live an expensive, fancy life, which she certainly wouldn’t have been able to afford anyway, but rather to hide.
There were so many loose papers in the drawers of the desk, and Azra had no idea where the file was. She hadn’t looked at it in years. It only reminded her of everything she had fought for, but ultimately lost, including her own daughter.
“Mom, they’re getting really close!”
Muna’s heart sank in her chest. Would she have enough time? She frantically threw papers around the room, trying to find it. She knew at that point that she wouldn’t make it. There was only time for Muna to save herself. So much for a family reunion.
“Hurry!” Muna yelled.
She stared at the mess of papers on the ground, her hands trembling. No, she hadn’t put it in any of the desk drawers, it was hidden in the old safe. Azra quickly walked to her hardwood wardrobe, boarded with intricate carvings, and grabbed the safe out of it. Please be in here, she thought.
The door swung open, and the large file was the first thing she saw. Azra’s heart was pounding. She ran down the hallway, back to the front of her house, to see Muna peeking out of the curtains.
“Muna, take it!”
“But they’re almost here, we have to go now!”
“No,” Azra shook her head, “you need to go now.” She forced the file into Muna’s hand, her eyes tearing up. She couldn’t say goodbye to her daughter, not now. Not when this was the first time she’d seen her in nearly two decades. But there was only time for her to escape.
“Mom-”
“Go, please. Out the back door.”
“Please, I can’t lose you.” Muna had tears streaking down her face, her breath shaky.
Azra wiped the tears from her eyes and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”
There was banging on the door, and people yelling, “Open up!”
“I love you, mom.”
“Go!” She practically screamed at her daughter.
Her door burst open, and all of them piled in. “There you are,” one said, “we’ve been looking for you.”
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