Al-Sakakini House

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The Sakakini House by Hassan Muhammad Awadallah... {He descended, defeated, until he found himself in a long, dimly lit corridor, save for a few lamps hanging from the ceiling that danced above it, emitting a pale yellow light. On either side, all the prison cells were empty; everyone inside had been killed, and the stench of death permeated them, except for one room, a room nestled at the very end of the corridor. There, a girl sat on the floor, her weary eyes gazing towards the awning through which the sunlight filtered, singing in a sweet voice that sent shivers down the spine. She was beautiful; blue eyes, a round, white face, a pointed nose, and flowing hair with golden streaks. She wore a long, slightly torn dress, and a few bruises on her face did little to detract from her beauty. She drew her knees to her chest, and the sound of her singing echoed through the corridor, amplifying a sound that could be heard by everyone alive inside that terrifying cellar.}