Only twice during that bitter and seemingly endless day did he burst into tears. Once when he saw his 13-year-old cousin Mustafa lying on the ground, his face bleeding from the soldiers’ blows, and a second time when the soldiers blindfolded them and ordered them both to go down on their knees. He was petrified that they were about to be executed. The rest of the time he remained silent, keeping his anxiety and distress to himself.
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