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“What if I don’t survive?” Mariam asks her mother.
“You will my dear.”
“But, the weather will be harsh and hot. The burning sand will hurt my bare feet.”
“It will hurt only for a while. After that, it will motivate you to get to your destination.”
“But the desert is so vast. It will take me days to get to the other end to meet Abba.”
“Yes, three days at least. But you must go if you have to live.”
“Don’t worry, dear daughter. The most beautiful flower always grows in the harshest of conditions. So will you.”
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 12th February 2016.