GRACE
The once jam-packed roads that led to Nizar was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.
Some doors were shut tightly, others were broken down. Some forcefully, others had simply collapsed under their own weight as the elements continued to eat away at them. There were signs of fires. In some cases it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane, in others it was a pile of ash where a building once stood.
I looked around to see what had happened to my place. How did this happen? I couldn’t see a single trace of a living being.
Nizar, once a peaceful and growing community, has now become a forgotten remnant of
