mother's cry... Short story

 mother's cry... Short story

In the darkness of Gaza full of the smell of the dead, the planes of the brutal enemy rose, sending their lava and dropping their shells, killing, burning and destroying, destroying with their usual brutality everything, merciless to a child, mother or old man, the blackness of her heart covers the face of the earth, the hearts of children fill with terror, killing their innocence, to fade behind the walls of fear, Muhammad (the child of five) began to shout at his mother, and the clutches of fear put her claws on his weak body, his mother rushed to him embracing him in her arms, and shrouded him with her trembling heartbeat, the screams of her son robbed the soul of Her body is slowly trying to remove his permissible childhood from the hands of dark bats, the bombing is increasing, the smoke is rising, the roar of planes is bombing the hearts of children with terror, and Mohammed is attached to his mother, burying his head in her sunken heart. Moments and louder screaming smile of his little sister, the mother got up from her place and her child embraces her soul, to bring her little daughter, three years old, the mother descended with her two children begging her body under a table supported by one of the walls, the mother's heartbeat accelerates as the prayer accelerates on her tongue; Fearing for her two children, asking God to have mercy on those little bodies, and take care of them with His kindness and kindness, the mother's tongue stutters from fear, space and time rotate with her head the rotation of the millstone, the walls sway, the house collapses, and the two children are in a hug with a body that fades, the mother loses consciousness and the screams of the two children rise in her imagination from the intensity of the bombing that hit the corners of her house, silence prevailed after the bombing. Here is the mother moving the limbs of her hand, trying hard to gather the dispersion of consciousness, in eagerness she gets up, her body twitches in terror. Where are the two children?... Here are the remains of Muhammad and Basma scattered among the piles, screaming and her voice penetrates the dark sides of silence: "God fought criminals, God fought the Zionists, God fought the traitors." Once again, the shouts of planes are louder, And the mother shouts: "Do what you want, do what pleases you, pray and roam, tear apart bodies, kill children, demolish houses, burn hearts; honor has died, pride has died, dignity has died, Omar is dead, Saladin is dead, God's curse is on the oppressors, God's curse is on the silent, God's curse is on the hypocrites, Oh God, count them in number, kill them in vain, and make the circle of evil on them, O Lord, show us Your signs in everyone who betrayed You, Oh God, as you bloodied our hearts on these little ones, so show us the wonders of Your power in these infidels, Lord No. You shall make homes on the earth of the unbelievers, and Lord, do not make homes on the earth of the unbelievers." The mother knelt down, gathering in the rest of her children's remains, suffocating on a poultle, the shelling increasing again, moments... The mother is killed next to the scattered remains of her children, so that their pure souls may gather in gardens and rivers in the seat of truth with a mighty king...

By: Author: Nagy Abdel Azim Mohamed