The Village Conflict

I am Mamta. Our village and our neighbors were torn apart by a bitter land

dispute. The children were traumatized. During every fight, they hid under

the beds, crying in silence. One afternoon, the adults left for a wedding,

and I was busy at my college. Suddenly, armed men from

the other village arrived, carrying dangerous iron tools to attack us.

The kids woke up and heard footsteps. They fled through the back door

toward the farms. They scrambled into a huge heap of harvested crops, hiding deep inside

to stay safe.