One night, my mother got very sick and they took her to the hospital. It was a winter morning, we were sleeping in our beds, which were placed closely side by side. I sneaked out of the blanket and
(...) I saw many ladies sitting quietly. A woman came by and covered my head with the blanket. They were preparing her body for burial. People were crying as they took the body away. I saw the burial materials in the living room, and I knew it was my mother who had passed away. I was crying because everyone was crying, but I didn’t have the capacity then to comprehend that I would never see my mother again. After 22 days my father passed away, too.
“Asma.” From the project "22 Days In Between." Khartoum, Sudan. 2021. © Salih Basheer / Magnum Photos
