She held the prayer rug close to her as she walked home from Mosque. The rug was faded and fraying near the edges, but it was a family heirloom so she held it close.

The wind began to pick up dust. The sun was beginning to set. She worried. With her mother sick she would have to cook for her father and little brother tonight. She hurried a little faster.
Lights came on as she rushed past. She couldn’t help noticing the house at the end of the street stayed dark. The adults whispered sadly when they talked about the family there. Sometimes she caught words like refugee and evacuation. She whispered a small prayer for that family. It was a longer walk than she had guessed; it was fully dark and she still wasn’t home. Suddenly there was a bang. She crouched low and covered herself. There was another bang and another, but she realized that there was no impact. Looking up she noticed a dozen dazzling red and gold lights filling the sky. I guess even now people can celebrate She smiled and rushed home.