I heard a very familiar voice of someone calling me,
I thought that it was my father.
Then I ran outside excitedly to see him.
My house has been bombarded the very minute I stepped out.
That is when I realised, “wow, I have lost my mother, younger sister and my elder brother”
I have seen people taking photographs around me.
I have seen people posting the hashtag ‘free Palestine’ everywhere.
I have seen people trying to help us.
But where are they?
When I got nothing left; not even the ashes of my family,
When I am stuck between life and death, Where are they?
At this moment, I am pretty much thinking about my family
Do they felt any pain? Or was that just a one second blast?
I am traumatised by the scenarios in my mind.
Anyways, One more thing to add.
No one was outside!
No person was there to call me!
I believe, there was a magical voice definitely,
and it was someone named “GOD”
From which I heard the sound of my father,
Not in my ears, but in my heart,
To rescue me for some seconds..
or for some minutes..
Or for some hours..
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Nashwa Shamsudeen✍️
Age: 14
Pictures: google
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നന്നായിട്ടുണ്ട്ട്ടാ 🥰♥️
നന്നായി എഴുതി. Mind touching words 🥰🥰
Honest portrayal of a helpless mind
Beautiful 😍
Touching 💔