When we were ready for bed, she’d wipe out the dish bucket and use it as a cradle for the baby to sleep in. One night my brother Nasser was acting up, aggravating my mother. She reached out to slap him, but he got away from her and she leaped up to chase after him. He jumped into the dish bucket to escape her, landing on top of the baby. The baby, my sister, who was only a few weeks old, died.
A family of 11 living in a one-room house
