“Grab my arm.” said Mohammed, the security-lad of the apartment which lay in a rubble.
“She’s scared,” the fire-fighter replied, “Come to me. See… you’ll be safe.” he flashed his breast-pocket ID which read ‘Ram’.
“Please, step aside,” announced another man authoritatively donning a French beard, “I’m Father Joseph. I knew her family, they belonged to our parish. She’ll listen to me. Come here my child.” He called-out. Yet the 9-year-old girl, lone survivor of the horrendous earthquake, hiding underneath a metal table didn’t budge.
“Dear child, whom would you trust more?” deeply concerned, they asked in unison.
“A human.” she whispered.