Anad Dystopia

There was a famine in the upper northern region of Anad. Ana'aka and her brother, Sharif, lived in a tent with their father, Abdukar Amael Sharif. Their mother had been killed earlier on in the war when their house was invaded by Charasi soldiers. She had been gunned down as she was the one closest to the door, and Ana'aka remembered the blood, and a shriek. Ana'aka woke up early that morning and went outside. The first c***k of the dawn was beginning to show, and the sun climbed up the sky, slowly, and began to warm up the arid, desert wasteland. Sharif had told her that he was sure their camp looked like a tiny specter in the middle of the desert when viewed from a satellite. Their father was to leave with some other men to walk a few miles down south where they hoped to get some supplies from helicopters. 'I would be the first to catch it,' he said. Ana'aka who was seventeen years old, and her brother Sharif who was thirteen years old, carried some pots and pans and joined others that were gathered in the clearing at the center of the camp. They were all about to walk several kilometers into Kumaar- the bombarded city. The children both wished their father luck as he set out in the opposite direction, his own group breaking off from the rest.