Judaye's Writing (Works in Progress) Bahia
You may have read a version of this story on another page. I keep working and changing it. "Badiha" And there came a day in Fallujah when the temperature was below fifty-five celsius and the electricity was working longer than two consecutive hours. When Bahia was twelve years old she sat snipping the ends off green beans on the front steps. Kathem Al Saher played on the radio as her mother sang along and prepared dinner while full-throated shouts and giggles rang out from their small back yard. Badiha wanted to be back there playing with the rest of them, but she felt at her age she had to start behaving like a sensible woman. One dreamy eye blinked as she swatted away a fat fly that buzzed too close to her smooth, soft cheeks. No one in the neighborhood paid attention to her anymore. Kids used to call her loppy-loop and Cyclops because of her missing right eye and at one time she had thought she was a monster; she was afraid to look...