 
            
            Children of the Ghetto: My Name is Adam
                  
                  May 6, 2019
                
I admit I felt something strange as I listened to the popping of the bones as they were devoured by the fire: Murad spoke, and I saw. It was grief. Grief squeezes the heart till you feel you’re about to die and your heart bleeds tears into your eyes. 
          
            