Published September 19, 2015 by katysoqewl

A bit different from all my previous posts, but I hope you like it, it’s a first for me too, so please don’t mind the pathetic descriptions.. 🙈.. Dedicated to all you “gruesome people” 😝😂
My eyes were drawn to the night sky, a star filled night. The ghosts of silver-blue clouds chased each other in front of the moon and this all but reminded me of the “chase” I was once in.. My name is Hannah Muhamadeeya and I’m a Syrian girl caught up in this struggle.. Unlike my fellow citizens, of whom I hear have been welcomed in Germany, I am stuck in ISIS territory… 

I woke up with the blaring Adhaan that echoes amidst the rubble and ricochets in the hollow spaces, the same adhaan that once called my ابي and أخي to Salaah, the same adhaan I heard when we had made our spiritual journey to المدينة.. The very same adhaan, yet completely unalike circumstances… As we completed the fair prayer, I raised my hands to the heavens and poured my heart out to the creator above.. Hot tears streamed down my face and died down on my lips, with the occasional one falling onto my lap.. My zest to live had long being gone and now all I anticipated was “death”.. Sometimes I wonder, although I know it is wrong, “why I was in this predicament and why Allah had put me in such a precarious situation”, but my thoughts were interrupted with the bellowing of one of the generals of Abu Ayman al -Iraqi.. “Yallah ya Akhawaat, tahareekal Aan” I diligently complied and headed back to my “room” which was one that I shared with 6 other women, and that was a mere 3×2 meters big.. 

Fasting was mandatory here, it was not an option, so we ran on empty bellies, whilst being forced to train with guns and bombs.. They said it was for our own safety.. I so clearly remember pulling the trigger as the 5.56 mm bronze round whistled through the air, and headed strait for the target.. I felt enigmatic and intrepid in that moment, but within the next couple of seconds, as my eyes wandered and locked with a pair of hazel eyes, I became more vulnerable than ever.. 

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