Najla: (Moves in her bed and talks to herself) my shoes are polished… my clothes are ironed by mom…thanks, everything is ready … oh I cannot sleep… when it will be morning? Ohh God… Mom: (Sleepy) My daughter Najla, do you need anything? Water… you have any pain… Najala: (Silently and with joy) No mom… … Continue reading Unworthy titles of the minority children