The last bit of my fire wood burnt, black ash is all that remains. Agony, pain, torture and heartache, facets of life I’ve acquiesced. For me this is day to day happenings. Under the scintillating stars, I lay in an Arab land, my home land, in a land that lives within me and a land indubitably from amongst the HOLY LANDS, PALESTINE…..
Famished and my entire family vanquished, the rain mingled with my brown eyed tears as I lay next to an immobile body of a thing of former beauty. Surreptitiously having removed her body from our dilapidated house after it was bombed, making casualty my only sister alive, left me vehement about revenge.
It had been a day where the grey clouds covered the serene sunlight as I took my hands out of the bucket of water raised on bricks. An eerie sense of fear engulfed me as the sounds of RPG’s grew louder.
Sara was performing her zuhr salaah when the familiar bomb dropped.
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM