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The Awakening
Panic-stricken, Namaki opened her eyes. Grey shadows billowed around, and beyond was pitch darkness. Her mind was clouded by a deep feeling of discomfort. Yet she also found the darkness rather reassuring since the absence of light meant that it was night and she must have been only dreaming – just a nightmare, she thought. And yet that terrible voice was still resounding in her head: it had been calling her name N A M A K I in an endless echo before it had finally woken her up.
Namaki's mind went back over the details of their routine... preparing and airing the beds : after sunset when the flat roof of the house had cooled down in the early evening breeze, she and her two younger sisters had come up as usual. They’d had their usual tomfoolery giggling and tickling one another as they mounted the stairs, enjoying the cool refreshing air wafting their faces after the hot, sticky day as they emerged. The three of them had rolled out the rugs, swept them with straw brooms, spread out the two mattresses, fixing the wooden posts at the four corners of each and then put up the mosquito nets around them – the smaller one for their parents and baby brother; the larger one for themselves as the three girls slept together in one bed.
Now as Namaki stretched out her arm to touch her sister, instead of the warm soft flesh she had expected, her hand touched a block of solid rock. An unrestrained scream broke out from her innermost being ‘A a a a a ah’.
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