A piercing scream cut through the air and made my heart freeze. The sounds of anguished cries and lamentation flooded the place. All around, people were scattered. The atmosphere was a regular Mediterranean evening - warm and motionless, little did I know that my world was about to be shattered forever...
I looked up at her colourless face and tried to be brave…"I will not let them take you." I whispered bravely in to her ear, touching on what was the worst of her fears. "Even if it is the last thing I must do." I knew it was already too late, yet, I clenched onto the little hope I had left.
“My son, oh, my sweetheart, no…”In shackles beside the auctioning block the fair, dark-haired woman wept. Her handlers were brute and intolerant of her sorrow and one of the pair of burly men slapped her across the face to shut her up. The blow caused her to stumble and fall, landing on her back and thus on her hands, the binders cutting into the soft flesh of her wrists... (continued below)
2007-01-06
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I bit my lip, the anger penetrated deep within me. I could bear the sight of my precious mother being agonized, no more! I wanted this to end. Supposedly this war was to protect a far away country who felt threatened by the powers here. The nightmare of losing my beloved father still tormented my now, faint heart. Flashbacks kept replaying in my mind, the blood seeping from his stomach and dripping from his back, despite his intense pain, he showed little emotion. I remember my father’s gentle eyes gazing deep into my beautiful mother’s, his last words were designed to comfort… “Someday we will be together again…” and he breathed no more. “Hos...ni...? HOSNI! Hosssnnnniii! NO!” My mother cried… before bursting out into a fury of tears.
Dad was gone forever.
I could not lose my mother too. She clutched my hand; I looked into her violet eyes, once filled with happiness and joy, now replaced with pain and sorrow. I was unable to resist any longer, I broke away and (continued)
2007-01-06
07:32:42 ·
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(continued from above) ...and seized hold of what seemed like a weapon – a weighty rod standing nearby. Suitable enough. I rushed forth towards the brawny solider, trying to pierce it deep into him, only to be violently thrown aside.
I watched as one of the handlers pulled my mother roughly to her feet. “No!” I hissed angrily. With solemn steps she was forced to follow the two soldiers, who were, in my eyes, nothing but ruthless villains. “Murderers!” I exclaimed in outrage! It was all too late…
The sound of footsteps could be heard through the door as the pace quickened before fading out completely, I knew… she would never return. “Mama, NO….! Mama, Please!” I screamed in pain, my heart throbbed, my tender life of 9 little years on this earth were ruined. I would never live in joy again!
I watched from a distance as she was led away, I wept bitterly…
2007-01-06
07:33:23 ·
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