There were 14 corpses in one house on our street. The women and children were stoned and asked to leave. The men were hunted down and killed. I saw my husband being set alight. I kept running to the killers, asking for forgiveness. They beat me back with sticks.

I was left with four children to bring up. I don�t feel angry any longer. I have been numbed by grief for as long as I can remember. All that is left are some memories and my little house.