Go down to the checkpoint quickly now. I heard the refugee truck's coming today and they're going to give out cooking oil, if you there early you'll have a better chance of getting some
Can't Latif go?
No habibti, he'll only get into trouble. Go on now, there's a good girl, the oil bottle's nearly empty
Ayesha's mum is frantically packing clothes for her family. She shoved suitcases into her childrens arms. When Ayesha, Latif, Granny and Ahmed had stopped to look behind them they saw a bombshell land on their shed
You'll be lucky. After last night's bombardment? They haven't cleared the roads yet. Tomorrow inshallah . Come back tomorrow.
Looking for someone?
The truck. My grandma said it was coming today with cooking oil.
Latif spotted people in a window, waving at them. They seemed kind, they crossed the road and stepped into a amazing flat full of people, Mrs Zainab smiled towards them. When Mrs Zainab read Granny's face as she sobbed, she instantly shaped a small corner for the family.
Ayesha hadn't slept much due to the amount of noise in the flat that night. Ayesha lifted Ahmed and they trailed off to the checkpoint
There were men from the neighborly militia guarding the checkpoint. They clutched their weapons close to them casually. Ayesha grew worried as she turned the corner, not seeing the food truck, she walked over to the militia men.
Ayesha noticed Samar didn't speak much. Mrs. Zainab Told her that Samar was deaf and suggested that they became friends. Samar showed Ayesha her spot under the stairs, taught her games and even some sign language.
One day, Ayesha's Granny ran out of the medicine that essentially kept her alive. Ayesha was set on finding Dr. Leila to get her Granny's medicine, so one day she went to the checkpoint and ran over to Beirut