Treasure Hill
by Utahna Faith
Zimzim offered to trade a stick of fruit-flavored chewing gum
for a bag of M&Ms. Bilal said no because the stick was
only one small piece. Zimzim pointed out that they had
several bags of M&Ms but only one pack of gum. Bilal
considered this and traded. He pulled the stick in two,
unwrapped half and put it in his mouth. Mmm! He slipped the
other half in his pocket to save for his little sister.
The noises like thunder boomed in the distance. The sun was
at an angle; soon> it would drop under the smooth horizon
and the air would cool. Even during these times the boys'
mothers would have dinner on the table just after sundown.
And their prayers. Zimzim and Bilal couldn't miss their
prayers.
But this new play spot was irresistible. Such treasures!
Candy bars in scuffed multicolored wrappers with strange
writing printed on them. Chocolate. Nuts. Torn t-shirts with
pictures and symbols, brought here from places the boys could
only dream of visiting. Squishy foil packets filled with
mysterious foods.
Ah-heeee! Zimzim had found a large burlap sack and was
sitting on it and sliding down the side of the mound. He
tumbled off at the bottom of the pile, grabbed the bag,
laughing, and ran back up to do it again. Of course Bilal
wanted a turn. It was almost dark by the time he got his
chance. He slid down once, shrieking and giggling, then the
boys stuffed their treasures into the rough brown bag and ran
under bomb-lit violet skies all the way home.
END
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