Chapter 3

With slow, despondent steps he made his way to the long line in front of the government offices. The faces of those waiting for their daily ration of water were as empty of hope as his own. Yet, even though there was little reason left to live, nobody was willing to succumb to death. It amazed him that so many – including himself – still desperately clung to life. Perhaps when his daughter finally died he would seek out his own end.

The hours crawled by and finally he reached the front of the queue. With little hope he held out his empty booklet to the official. He tried to explain his situation to the man, but within moments the man handed him the booklet and told him to leave. No matter what the story, they would not give more water than that allotted each person a day. He tried to plead with the official, but two others with batons stepped forward. Obviously deciding it was time to get rid of him, they beat him until he could imagine his entire body was bruised. Then they picked him up under his arms and threw him into the dirty, dusty street.