Her mother told her to look after their garden. She gathered the small flowers and laid
them next to each other. She carefully kissed every flower like they meant the world to
her. She gave them names. The garden was her everything, but the bombs took it away.
She drew flowers on red papers, thinking her family gave her colors to draw with. She
laid the papers on the ground and carefully kissed the foreheads of her family because
they meant the world to her. Instead of counting the dead, she counted the flowers.

Salma Ahmed is a 23 years old Egyptian writer.