Warrior

Prologue

Hunger.

The first feeling in the morning.

This isn't something new for me.

People living here are always hungry and finding food.

Scarcity of food you see.

My stomach growled loudly. I bit my lip hard to ignore the intense hunger pangs.

My mother, who was lying next to me, turned towards me with a worried expression.

I smiled at her. I'm alright.

My father, Baba, always says. You're a fighter Hala. A warrior.

And warriors don't complain about hunger.

Atleast we survived till now. And we all are together in this. Fighting.

I thank god everyday for it. We are living together. And that's what matters.

We all survive this together.

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Hey guys!

I hope you liked the prologue of this story.

This story has been on my mind for a while. I've finally decided to write it down. :)

Anyways I'm working in this story and next update will be soon.

Until then
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