The Silence Beneath the Earth
The morning her brother was laid to rest arrived wrapped in a heavy gray sky. The air itself seemed to mourn, thick and still, as if the world had paused to acknowledge her sorrow. Amina stood beside the open grave, her hands trembling in the folds of her black shawl. Around her, voices murmured prayers and condolences, but they sounded distant, like echoes drifting from another life.
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