In panic, Shakeela realized that she would not make it inside of the church before the mob reached her, and froze. To her left Shakeela saw looks of pure hatred on the faces of the approaching men, their weapons raised in malice. The faces of the Christians behind her were painted with shock and fear. A blow to her shoulder stunned Shakeela. She fell to the ground as a second bamboo club slammed into her back. Rolling over, she tried to put up her hands to shield her face, but the next blow hit her arm so hard that the bones shattered. Over and over they beat her head and face. With each blow the world became darker. Each time the bamboo hit her, the pain became greater. The taste of blood filled her mouth, stars exploded before her eyes and screams echoed in her ears. The mob dispersed. Shakeela’s husband knelt on the ground next to her body. With gentle hands, he wrapped her lifeless form in a clean cloth and quietly carried her away.
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