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FICTION & POETRY

A Premonition; Recollected

And for a moment or two she will wonder why the gunmen in her vision won’t go home and huddle in the warmth of an old blanket...
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Artwork by Sana Ahmad for SAAG. Digital media and animation.

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18 Oct 2020
Flash Fiction
Afghanistan
Flash Fiction
Afghanistan
The Haunting of Hajji Hotak
Logar
One-Sentence Stories
War on Terror
Memory
Forgetting
Children
US Invasion of Afghanistan

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MANY years later, Mor will think back to her vision of two gunmen, whom she will not remember murdered her brothers, and she will see the gunmen in the night, in the snow, huddled at the base of a mulberry tree, at the end of a pathway, waiting for two orbs of light, orbs like spirits, like twin souls, floating through dark and snow, falling snow, and she will see the cold mist of their breaths, the frost collecting at the tips of the strands of their black beards, and she will see their chapped lips, their gentle eyes watering, and for a moment or two she will wonder why the gunmen in her vision won’t go home and huddle in the warmth of an old blanket sewn, perhaps, by a long-forgotten mother, just a girl when she married, a child, kidnapped and beaten and forced into the bedroom of her husband, made to conceive two sons she could never wholly love, before dying in the thousandth bombing of a benevolent American invasion, her boys left behind to be raised by a war that will inevitably lead them to the mouth of an alley in the heart of Logar, and Mor will see their eyes seeing the headlights of her brothers’ Corolla tumbling down upon clay and ice and shadow, and she will see the gunmen step out from under the cover of ancient branches into snowfall, into halos of light obscuring the faces of innocent men destined to be martyred for crimes they could never imagine, and she will see the tips of their fingers, already bitten by frost, inch toward the warmth of the trigger.


They must have been so cold, she will think to herself, having forgotten all else.

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