Holy Land (103)

There was panic everywhere. The Sikhs had attacked the caravan of refugees. There was a stampede among the people. People were running at a gallop to save their lives. The air of the village was polluted with smoke and the unpleasant smell of burning corpses, but more than that, Rabia could feel the stench rising from herself. Because these disgusting riots had defiled her. Rabia tied her dupatta on a truck bound for Pakistan and jumped into a well because her impure body was no longer worthy of the pure soil of Pakistan.