Sisters Of The Dust

Spring, 1948. Under a sun that burns without mercy, a family steps onto the road of exile. The house is locked behind them. Ahead, only distance.

Layla is young, but not untouched by fear. Her sister Hana burns with fever; the promise between them is simple and absolute: together or nothing. As the caravan stretches thinner each day, as water becomes a memory, Layla learns the hard arithmetic of survival—what to carry, what to leave, what cannot be surrendered.

On the ridges, riders watch. In the dust, children cough red. A waterskin is torn from an old man’s arms and poured into the ground, silver turning to mud. A quiet birth in the night reminds them that life still insists. A sudden death teaches them what resistance costs. Between terror and tenderness, the sisters keep moving—measuring hope in steps and in breath.

Sisters of the Dust is an intimate novel about what endures when the world is stripped away. The objects are small—a book pressed to a chest, a doll with a loose seam, a string of prayer beads—but they carry whole lives inside them. Through hunger, storms of sand, and the laughter of men who mistake cruelty for power, Layla discovers that survival is not only to live, but to remember.

Turn the page and walk beside them. The promise begins here…