It was two in the morning and our neighbourhood was deep asleep.
Suddenly, the calm was replaced by a terrible clamour. Bright lights lit up the dark sky like an extravagant firework display.
We were instantly wide awake and ran to hide in corners we knew to be safe. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. This was a repeat of what had been happening to us ever since the regime soldiers set foot in our city.
We lost all sense of security that day, when our city became an open prison we could not escape.
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