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Shipwrecked
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The women and children, 300 in all, were sheltering from the rain and waves in the tiny cabin, jammed so tightly there wasn't even space for Rokaya Satar to hold her two girls in her arms. The sisters had to stand, clinging to her skirt. And when the engine suddenly stopped and the wooden fishing boat was rocked back and forth like a toy by the 4-m waves, Rokaya could only grab her daughters' hands and try to avoid being knocked over by the screaming stampede of mothers and children. Then came another, bigger jolt as the boat capsized, and Rokaya...