It was a just another
beautiful day. Everyday reminds me of heaven: high sunrise, clear
skies, cold breeze slithering my skin. I wanted to do something
different today; who knew God had already planned an
I was feeling
really hungry. I just grabbed whatever junk I could out of the
fridge and started gazing outside the window. The nature always
inspires me; it always does. Oh, I think I didn't tell you this:
I am a writer. It has been my passion since grandpa died. His
death brought a strange sorrow over me; I think it was his death
which brought me this gift.
finished up my breakfast; I started writing this novel I have
been writing for about two months now. It's titled as "The cry of
a mother"; corny name isn't it? It's about this tragic incident a
mother had to face. I've showed my work to my parents, my friends
and many other people; I have always got a unanimous answer "you
are great". I think I have got what it takes to make a career as
say, a girl of my age, 17, has also got many other chores in her
life. I LOVE playing with dolls; although I am a little big for
dolls, but I just can't get over them. Some of friends think I am
a little immature of my age, but hey, not everybody comes to
until 11 am that I started getting tired of writing. After about
an hour of writing, I knew I had to straighten my back; it was
hurting as hell. I've got a little garden of my own: Bunch of
roses and other good smelling flowers. It was here that I lost
It was like
someone just slapped me. I've never ever felt such an
excruciating pain in my life. The very next minute, I was feeling
totally relaxed; very peaceful. It was a horrible scene. Or may I
say the worst of my life. In front of me, lay my own destroyed
city. The beautiful sun was now gone: the smoke had covered every
bit of it. The fragrance of a usual day was smeared with dust and
pollution. And as I gazed up, I understood what brought this
hell: WAR. I saw planes bombing my whole city. A sudden nostalgia
started coming. The one's we feel at the time of death. I was in
a state of panic. I started to contemplate my lost. All the homes
I once used to go, all of my friends, my dear school. Oh, my best
friend… It was too much to take; I started weeping and screaming.
World seemed to me as hell on earth. There was barely anybody on
streets; what an unusual sighting in my dear land?
stop crying; it was so sudden. People died in a swipe. So rapidly
snatched of their lives; the ones they must've been planning for
years. Infants had a whole life in front of them. Teenagers were
no different, they were about to enter in adulthood. Many
fathers, mothers, sisters, aunts, grandparents, best friends,
peers, servants, everybody died for what?
After I got
over my crying, I knew I had to go and search for my close ones.
As I looked down, my whole world started spinning. I felt so
weak. Right there, the whole ground was smeared in my own blood,
and... I had no legs. My body from waist beneath was there in
between the rebel. It was like a thud in my heart. I couldn't
contemplate what was happening. I tried to move my body; tried my
best. After a bit of struggle, I started to move. In such a way
I've never felt before. It was like I was flying. I couldn't
understand a thing; it was like a fairy tale coming true. As I
flew a few meters, I turned around and looked at what once used
to be me. What I used to gaze every single day of my life, it was
my own torso… My face was blown; I couldn't even recognize my own
face. My clothes; the ones my father bought me last week on my
birthday were torn from uncountable place. I started weeping
again, my beautiful face that once existed was now covered with
flees and insects; eating it away.
Why did they do this to me?
My land didn't do anything?
What right you had to kill us?
My father was killed!
My mother was killed!
My whole ambitious career was ruined!
I can't write anymore!
I can't marry anyone!
All the years of fun ahead of me, gone in few seconds!
Many lost his/her sister!
Many lost best friends!
Hadn't I any right to live on this land?
I never even spoke ill of you!
kills; please stop them!