Days turned into weeks, and the cycle of suffering continued unabated for Makina and Marin.
The harsh reality of their situation weighed heavily on Makina's shoulders, and she felt the weight of her own powerlessness pressing down upon her.
Every day seemed like a relentless struggle for survival, and hope was a distant memory that slipped through her fingers like sand.
As the days stretched on, Makina's heart grew heavier.
She watched as the soldiers moved about, their actions a cruel reminder of the divide between those who could cultivate and those who couldn't.
The treatment they received from the soldiers bordered on cruelty, and Makina's anger and frustration grew with each passing day.
Yet, she dared not voice her grievances for fear of making their situation worse.
Time took its toll on their bodies, and Makina could see the deterioration in Marin's condition.