She heard the screams. “Run, run! They are coming! They are coming!”
She ran into the fields. Her two sons ran, too, until they lost track of each other.
The children swarmed around the bus, carrying Suzani Asmlash Grant and a handful of fellow passengers. The crowd cheered the bus onward with expectant faces and hands holding signs.
Now a single father because his wife died of childbirth while fleeing. “It should have been me,” he said. “I should have been the one to die, not her. She’s a mother.”