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implied words between them
told him of Aya’s suspicion.
    “We’ll need a urine sample,” he murmured with
lips formed in a hard line.
    Aya had the girl pee in a cup and the test
confirmed her suspicion. She showed the result to the doctor, who
sighed. “Let me handle this.”
    The doctor sat down next to the girl and the
father and introduced himself in a warm and friendly manner.
    “How long have you been at the camp?” he
asked.
    “About two years,” the father answered.
    “Do you have more children than your daughter?”
The doctor smiled politely.
    The father looked confused. “I don’t have any
children.”
    Aya saw the doctor make a small nod and look
down. “So this is your…?” he waited for the man to say what he
already knew.
    “She’s my wife,” the man said to clarify.
    “Alright, well, congratulations then, she is
with child.”
    The girl looked at her husband, who smiled at
her and patted her hand. He looked genuinely happy and it seemed to
please his young wife.
    Aya knew that it was not uncommon to marry off
young girls to adult men, but this girl was just the youngest she
had met so far. She was just a child and looked so small and
fragile compared to the man, who had to be in his thirties. This
part of the Spirima culture, Aya would never understand or
condone.
    While the doctor gave instructions and advice to
the parents to be, Aya closed her eyes and tried to hide her
emotions. Her two and half months in this camp had taught her that
rape, incest, and child brides were common in this country, and it
made her sick. Some of the people didn’t even seem to understand
how wrong it was. They had never known any different and just did
what generations before them had done.
    That night Aya wrote a letter to her friend
Sofia.
    Coming to Spirima took only a few hours in a
plane but some days I feel like that plane was a time machine
taking me twelve hundred years back in time. Fundamental human
rights are nonexistent here and human life has little value. The
longer I stay here the more I think that innocence in this country
is for babies and toddlers only. These people are so disturbed in
their lack of distinguishing right from wrong. How many generations
will it take to enlighten this country?

CHAPTER
4

Masi
Warriors
     
    Kato
    Kato got up and went to the kitchen. It was
impossible to see the sink what with all the dirty dishes, and he
rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted.
    Jonul was still sleeping; it was getting harder
and harder to get him up, and most days he worried that Jonul would
end his own life with a bullet. The brother he had once looked up
to had become a cynical stranger with little pleasure in life other
than to fight, drug out, and cause pain.
    Kato roamed the cabinets looking for something
to eat. He found some crackers and stuffed his mouth on his way to
the shower. He could hardly see his own reflection in the mirror
because it was so full of toothpaste splashes. This place was
absolutely filthy, and the fact that he lived here made him
sick.
    After the shower he walked into Jonul’s room and
pinched his ribcage. Jonul reacted by threatening him with murder.
Kato shrugged; he was used to it and didn’t take it personally.
    “We’re late, just get your ass up and
moving.”
    “I’m staying in bed,” Jonul yawned.
    “Explain that to the general,” Kato said
dryly.
    Jonul stretched and pulled on some clothes from
the floor and walked into the kitchen looking for food. When he
didn’t find anything tempting he opened the fridge and grabbed a
beer.
    “Healthy breakfast,” Kato commented and shook
his head.
    Jonul shrugged and produced a loud burp. “I’m
sorry, I would have chosen bacon and an omelet, but the kitchen
chef didn’t turn up this morning, did he?” His voice dripped with
sarcasm.
    “At least take a shower… you really stink.”
    Jonul smirked. “It’s the smell of a warrior,
brother. Masculine and raw.”
    “No, it’s the smell of rot and death