Across the sea of luscious full trees, basked in the honey glow of the sun, animals tract in herds, prides, and flocks over the land. One boy swung lazily in a makeshift hammock with his eyes closed, soft snores sailing from his lips.
“Ailani, you have to stop,” she said, her tone flat. “There’s a reason why they banned books and got rid of religious institutions.”
“It doesn’t make sense though. If they’re so bad, then why are we still wearing the hijab? Why is there still a Friday service through our screens?
Ailani, wake up! You’re going to be late!” My mother’s shouts rang through my sleep-addled brain.
“Screen – you know I hate Mondays. Set an alarm for ten minutes.”
