Sunrise in the Middle
East
By Gracie
“Greetings People. It’s me, Sunrise, and I’m back with the latest
progress on the Girl’s Rights In The Middle East front. As you
know…..”
I pause to blow away some of the dust that’s trapped in the
gaps between the letters on my keyboard. I smile as the tiny
particles are momentarily suspended in a ray of sunlight that’s
disturbing my writing session, in a good way. I cup my hands
around it and watch them glow with golden light. It reminds
me of myself.
“On the morning of your birth, the sun seemed larger than
ever before.” my Mother’s sweet, quiet voice echoes in my
ears. “ I saw it coming up on the horizon, huge and round and
blood red. It spread its life-giving light all over the earth and
eventually it reached you. It seeped in through my window
and into the shadowy room. Then it touched your head and
you awoke. So I named you Sunrise and hoped you’d be full
of life, laughter and most of all, light.”
I sigh as I pull off a floral-printed headscarf and a cascade of
knotty, tangled brown hair tumbles down my back. My amber