‘Help! Help! He’s going to kill me!’
Hearing the screams, Shirkuh ran through the dark streets of
the town. Suddenly he came around the corner of a building.
A soldier was holding a knife to a woman’s neck. Her eyes were
wild and afraid. Shirkuh didn’t stop to think. In a minute, the
two men were fighting for the knife. In another minute, the
soldier was dead, his blood bright red on the ground.