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When our bus was called, we ran down the steps. The other girls all covered their heads before emerging from the door and climbing up into the back. The bus was actually what we call a dyna, a white Toyota TownAce truck with three parallel benches, one along either side and one in the middle. It was cramped with twenty girls and three teachers. I was sitting on the left between Moniba and a girl from the year below called Shazia Ramzan, holding our exam folders to our chests and our school bags under our feet.
当校车来的时候，我们跑下楼梯。其他女孩在出门之前，都会把面纱蒙好，然后爬上校车的后方。那是一辆白色的丰田之花卡车，车厢里平行摆放着三条长椅，两条在车的两侧，一条在车中央。那天，车上挤着二十个女生和三个老师。我坐在左侧，莫妮巴和另外一个低一年级的女孩夏希雅·拉姆赞，分别坐在我的两边。当时，我们怀里抱着考试资料，书包放在脚旁。
After that it is all a bit hazy. I remember that inside the dyna it was hot and sticky. The cooler days were late coming and only the faraway mountains of the Hindu Kush had a frosting of snow. The back where we sat had no windows, just thick plastic sheeting at the sides which flapped and was too yellowed and dusty to see through. All we could see was a little stamp of open sky out of the back and glimpses of the sun, at that time of day a yellow orb floating in the dust that streamed over everything.
那之后发生的事情，我都记不大清楚了。我只记得当时车里的空气又热又黏，与往年比，天气凉得晚，只有遥远的兴都库什山顶覆盖了一层薄薄的白雪。车子座位后面没有窗户，两边盖着厚厚的塑料布，时不时会被风吹开一溜小缝。塑料布黄黄的，上面满是尘土，没法看到外面。我们只能从车厢后面看见一线蓝天的痕迹和一抹太阳。那天的太阳就像是个黄色球体，飘浮在漫天风沙之中。
I remember that the bus turned right off the main road at the army checkpoint as always and rounded the corner past the deserted cricket ground. I don’t remember any more.
我只记得，校车一如既往地在路上架设的检查岗处右转行驶，然后经过废弃的板球场。然后，就什么也不记得了。
In my dreams about the shooting my father is also in the bus and he is shot with me, and then there are men everywhere and I am searching for my father.
在我做过的梦里，我被开枪击中时，我的父亲也在车上，他也被击中了……周围挤满了人，我正到处寻找父亲。
