Issahil

The air was thick with tension. The cottage walls trembled as the mob's shouts grow louder. We were surrounded and they were hitting the house from every side, compelling shrill cries from the babies inside the house. 

It was like all the noises being caused outside had been a wake up call for the babies, reminding them that they could cry... Occasionally, warning gunshots sounds rang out outside. I was grateful that the mob were at least not shooting at us inside the cottage. At least they did have some sense to know that they would hurt the babies inside if they did.

I was rocking Erlind who was...