On International Women's Day, Where Are They?

In which I imagine a conversation with the remaining women hostages and hope they know they are remembered.

Where are you?

Where are you, Naama? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you alone? Have your ankles healed? Do you limp? Did anyone give you clean clothes, or are you still wearing stained sweatpants, sitting on a cold floor in a pitch-black tunnel under the earth?

Are you pregnant?

Where are you, Romi? Where were you shot? Have your gunshot wounds been tre…