Fatma was always told as a child that there were no such things as monsters. Monsters were figments of people's imaginations. You only saw them on TV, on the movie screen, or read about them in books. They were the subjects of scary stories adults told to keep children from misbehaving. But Fatma knew otherwise.
She knew monsters were real. Every morning the destruction they wreaked had lain manifest in the streets strewn about. Their victims' bodies grotesquely arranged.
All day and night their thunderous voices cruelly snatched the lives of the unfortunate as bullets, bombs, rockets, and motars fell.