By: Adier Mach Deng.
Hot air seared my lungs; my body dripped with sweat. How could we do it? A few steps and I wanted to turn back. The sand burned my feet; the sun beat down so hard my head pounded. And we’d gone only a few steps into the Sahara.To say it was horrific is an understatement. In less than an hour some of the boys began to reel and stagger. They dropped over and couldn’t get up. They were too weak already, too dehydrated.
“We have to help,” I yelled to my cousin. “We can’t just leave them here.”
His face filled with anguish. “What can we do? There are many of them falling. We can’t help them all.”
“We have to help,” I yelled to my cousin. “We can’t just leave them here.”
His face filled with anguish. “What can we do? There are many of them falling. We can’t help them all.”
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