• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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The deep-rooted urge to find solace in a higher power*

'Oh my God'.

That's what I said out loud. A bloated hackneyed obvious cliche. I wonder for how long we've said those words? In how many languages? I say it when Arsenal concede a goal and reflexively when I have nothing else to offer.

The photograph made me say it. I recognised her from the Tower. I recognised her style.

They killed Khadija Saye and the others in Grenfell. They killed her and what has happened?


*Khadija Saye