C2046 Last Supper

Three days later.

At the entrance of the refugee camp, Yusna and Zaiya gazed in the direction of Aleppo. They were waiting for that familiar figure. The golden sun shone on their bodies, and their black robes and black veils had a hint of gold on them. It was a strange and exotic feeling.

Behind them, in the refugee camp, stood a statue of the two of them standing together