Sria’s husband was taken to pull bricks out of the searing heat of the kiln, leaving her the grueling work of fitting hundreds of new blocks into their molds for the sun to bake dry. He tried to stay as long as he could, knowing their pay rested on how many bricks they turned out each day, but in the end, he didn’t have a choice.
The best part about owning goats was that they required very little upkeep. Each nanny could give birth to up to four in a year which they could then sell or raise for their meat. She glanced down at her emaciated form and thought how welcome goat meat would be to her family’s meager diet.
My name is Amna, and I am eight years old. Mama told me my name means ‘The One Who is Peaceful.’ She named me Amna because when I was born, I hardly made a sound. I just laid there and sucked my thumb. Mama often reminds me of my name. In fact, she never stops.
My name is Anamika, it sounds so beautiful, but in my culture it means “person without name”, I’m 10 years old and the oldest daughter in my family. I do have a very important job, to fetch the daily water for our family!