Our village had been under constant attacks by a group of people whom we had no iota of knowledge about. They would come and start shooting sporadically. The shooting usually lasted for about three to four hours in a broad daylight and sometimes in the night. Those who were mostly killed are men because they were always outside, either at the markets or at their various farms trying to survive the lashing economy of the country. And when they attacked in the night, women were not also left out. It was in one of such terrible attacks that I lost my two loving parents. The attackers set the whole village on fire after the operation. I wouldn't have been narrating this story had I not visited my grandmother in a neighboring village on the day of the attack. I would have also been killed. How painful and sympathetic the life of a girl of my age without both parents? I was about 18 years old then. That was how I miserably settled in the village of my grandmother who had grown so old t...