My Aunt’s Memory of Shida
When I visited my aunt one day, I saw a black sandal hanging on her wall. I asked her to share her story with me. She told me that the sandal was called a Shida, and it didn’t belong to her but to one brave Eritrean fighter. She kept it as a memory of all Eritrean fighters who lost their lives during the war, especially as a memory of her sons.