I Love Stories That Touch My Heart
I love writing stories. When I was a bit younger I was so touched by the break up of Sudan. So that now there is Sudan and South Sudan. And I perceived it was because of religion. My story is about Khia and Ashanti.
Khia and Ashanti were friends. Eight year old girls. Living near Khartoum on the banks of the Nile. Loving the same things. Plaiting each other's hair. Peeping into swallow's nests to see how many eggs had hatched.
One day they heard the north must be Muslim. The south must be Christian. Khia was Muslim. Ashanti Christian. They were children. They played together. They didn't know the difference. But their parents did. Very quickly Khia was spirited away from the friend she had loved all her life. Very quickly Ashanti was spirited away from the friend she had loved all her life. Their world was broken asunder.
Khia and Ashanti were friends. Eight year old girls. Living near Khartoum on the banks of the Nile. Loving the same things. Plaiting each other's hair. Peeping into swallow's nests to see how many eggs had hatched.
One day they heard the north must be Muslim. The south must be Christian. Khia was Muslim. Ashanti Christian. They were children. They played together. They didn't know the difference. But their parents did. Very quickly Khia was spirited away from the friend she had loved all her life. Very quickly Ashanti was spirited away from the friend she had loved all her life. Their world was broken asunder.
