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The Souls of Shah Alam Camp

The Souls of Shah Alam Camp A S g HAR W AJAHAT e Th Souls of Shah Alam Camp e d Th ays somehow pass in Shah Alam Camp, but the nights are real hell. The Camp is full of so many fearful sighs, shrieks, screams, shouts, yells, groans, and weeping that only Allah can save us. Sometimes the sounds are so loud that it is impossible to hear your own voice. e s Th ouls of the dead come to the Camp at night in search of their children. e Th y caress the heads of their orphaned sons and daughters, gaze into their forlorn eyes with their own forlorn eyes and whisper something. They embrace their children. Their blood-curdling screams from when they were burnt alive still echo through the entire earth. At night, when everyone else in the Camp is asleep, the children are awake. e Th y wait to see the souls of their dead mothers . . . eat a meal with their fathers. “How are you, Siraj?” The soul of a mother asks her son as she ruffles his hair. “How are you, Ammi?” e s Th oul of his mother seemed to be happy. She replied, “Siraj . http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

The Souls of Shah Alam Camp

Manoa , Volume 31 (2) – Dec 18, 2019

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Abstract

A S g HAR W AJAHAT e Th Souls of Shah Alam Camp e d Th ays somehow pass in Shah Alam Camp, but the nights are real hell. The Camp is full of so many fearful sighs, shrieks, screams, shouts, yells, groans, and weeping that only Allah can save us. Sometimes the sounds are so loud that it is impossible to hear your own voice. e s Th ouls of the dead come to the Camp at night in search of their children. e Th y caress the heads of their orphaned sons and daughters, gaze into their forlorn eyes with their own forlorn eyes and whisper something. They embrace their children. Their blood-curdling screams from when they were burnt alive still echo through the entire earth. At night, when everyone else in the Camp is asleep, the children are awake. e Th y wait to see the souls of their dead mothers . . . eat a meal with their fathers. “How are you, Siraj?” The soul of a mother asks her son as she ruffles his hair. “How are you, Ammi?” e s Th oul of his mother seemed to be happy. She replied, “Siraj .

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Dec 18, 2019

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