UntiltedUntitledBy Tazia HallChapter 1Atlas Valley was all I ever knew growing up. Green hills and scrub land roll on for miles and miles until they climb into the Atlas Mountains. I got a big family and I'm one of ten. I'm not the oldest or the youngest. I'm smack dab in the middle. But it wasn't the kind of situation where the middle child got lost in a crowd of faces. Our parents never compared us and cared about us equally as well as a whole. If they had a favorite, they never showed it. We worked together, prayed together. Somehow, we alway