Where am I?
Sanctuary. Perhaps. Or not.
I don’t understand.
You are an educated man. Indoctrinated. Misguided. What do you remember?
Gunfire, huts burning, people screaming.
Where are you?
Jungle. Hot. A village. Scared.
Good. What happened?
I don’t recall, it’s hazy. Like a dream. Green palm fronds obscuring my view.
Let me help you. Old men. Squealing and slaughtered like pigs. Youths, hands amputated. Young women, raped first.
Oh no. You’re wrong.
Pregnant women — their bellies sliced open, the foetus ripped out and fed to the dogs.
No — it’s not true.
Yes it is. Lactating mothers, their breasts cut off so their babies cannot feed.
It’s what they do. To Christians.
Do you recollect now?
I can see the dogs howling, fighting, and tearing apart flesh. Fresh meat. Scavengers. They are hungry.
Inside a hut. It is dark. A woman. She is scared. I try to comfort her. She hits me, makes me angry.
Do you see the children? The young ones? Do you see the soldiers taking their pleasure on juvenile bodies? Fulfilling their lust?
The children chained and herded onto pick-up trucks. Slaves. The soldiers setting fire to the village. Flames consuming life.
It’s called ethnic cleansing. Isn’t it? Answer me.
Where am I?
You are where you are.
Who are you?
It doesn’t matter.
I need to know one thing. Do you remember this woman? The one that hit you.
I told you.
She had a knife. Do you remember that?
I told you. It all went black. Why do you ask?
Do you know your name?
Mohammed? I don’t understand.
Yes. Mohammed, you are one of them. One who raped and killed defenceless women. Except one woman who took her revenge.
No — it’s not true. It’s not true. Allah will protect me.
Allah lied. You will burn in hell.