We get out of the bus and into the airport.
Mum and several people thank god that they're finally getting out of the bus.
I can understand; the bus is hot and cramped.
A policeman stops us to check whether we have any weapons.
I grab mum's rucksack to check whether the candlestick is inside, it's mad eof metal and i'm afraid that they will take it away.
It's not inside the bag.
I realise Mum has sold our candlestick, our precious ancient candlestick that's kept our family safe for hundreds of years.
We're not protected anymore.
Jamal.
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