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sikha thai hain ki darwaaza kaise kholte hain."

John ran towards the man that pulled Ma by her hair and tried to attack him. He failed and they pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs. They pulled him up and punched him in the face. I stood there watching, helpless and scared. I cried and begged them to leave us alone. They stripped Ma. They laughed and hooted as they peeled her sari away. She closed her eyes and covered herself with her hands. They pinned John to the ground and kept him there. He struggled to get out from under the man's heavy foot. I ran to Ma and hugged her. The world had abandoned us. Our neighbors watched from their windows, scared and helpless. Then one of the men came close to Ma and pushed his knife against her neck. He pierced it and blood began running down her throat and it slowly ran down my face. He ran the end of the blade along her body and knelt down beside me. He moved his hand towards his pants and began undoing the zipper. He looked at me:

"Kya tum musalman ho?"

I could only nod my head. One of the guys went into whatever was left of the house. He saw the burnt metal cross on the wall.

"Yeh sale kute Christian hain."

The man that stood beside us got up quickly, spat on us and left. The dark clouds thundered over us. Ma collapsed on the ground and began weeping. I grabbed her sari and covered her. John was hurt and he was bleeding. He crawled towards us and Ma hugged the two of us and cried. The rain came crashing down. It tore the muddy ground apart and pierced our bodies. As we sat on the street, crying our sorrows away, rivulets of water began gushing down the street. It was red.

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