spy4me
2011-09-02, 10:47
in the line of death by spy4me
The civil war had already broken out when i made up my mind to leave the country and solicit a new path, and life was growing bad with each passing day, I had to give my poor family even a glimmer of hope in their miserable life, my wife and my old parents suffered a lot and here I am in the train unleashing my thoughts wondering what if I have children? I would be obliged to stay absolutely. I sat beside the window and laid my head against it throwing my sight out; the aspects of life in my small town are fading quickly, the houses are destroyed, the fields burnt, dead animals everywhere. A little girl with her parents sitting in the opposite side had cut my thoughts when she stood suddenly toward the window and drew a shape of heart on the glasses with an innocent smile singing a beautiful song about animals, her mother was trying to wipe away her tears and she barely could do that, the father took her telling her to return back to her seat, she looked at me and said: “o uncle, do you know where is my brother? I can’t find him, the last time I saw him he was closing his eyes, my mother told me he was sleeping. Anyway he will miss the fun! Won’t he mother? The mother looked at her in deep grief and moved her head saying: “yes sweety “.
I left the train station knowing that that family doesn’t differ very much from the other ones in my country. I found my friend “Eboué” waiting for me there, he promised to find a job for me, he is from that kind of men who don’t break their words, indeed, tomorrow morning we met someone called “the boss”, we talked for sometime and he told me to come in the next day to start the new job, it was not the job that I wanted and I was telling myself how it would be worse, i got the answer after two months when I received a letter from my wife telling me that my father had passed away and my mother was very ill.
I was so depressed that I decided to go back home with some money I spared there, I took the train again and hoped I can get my town very soon. My town was as bad as how I left it even worse.
Unlike the sound of explosions and bombs with the black cloud that covers the sky my house was so quiet, I got in to find my wife on the ground putting her arms upon my mother with no moves from both of them, I tried to wake them but “they were not sleeping “, and for the first time I had the will to cry and scream, nothing remains in my life, the people I live for are not alive anymore.
That what wars brought to us, nothing but pain, and if we don’t die with the rebels’ rifles, we die of hunger and diseases, death here is like the sun’s rays, he visits all houses and nothing could stop him.
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the end
this story is made to make people feel what some Africans suffer especially in Somalia
waiting for your comments
The civil war had already broken out when i made up my mind to leave the country and solicit a new path, and life was growing bad with each passing day, I had to give my poor family even a glimmer of hope in their miserable life, my wife and my old parents suffered a lot and here I am in the train unleashing my thoughts wondering what if I have children? I would be obliged to stay absolutely. I sat beside the window and laid my head against it throwing my sight out; the aspects of life in my small town are fading quickly, the houses are destroyed, the fields burnt, dead animals everywhere. A little girl with her parents sitting in the opposite side had cut my thoughts when she stood suddenly toward the window and drew a shape of heart on the glasses with an innocent smile singing a beautiful song about animals, her mother was trying to wipe away her tears and she barely could do that, the father took her telling her to return back to her seat, she looked at me and said: “o uncle, do you know where is my brother? I can’t find him, the last time I saw him he was closing his eyes, my mother told me he was sleeping. Anyway he will miss the fun! Won’t he mother? The mother looked at her in deep grief and moved her head saying: “yes sweety “.
I left the train station knowing that that family doesn’t differ very much from the other ones in my country. I found my friend “Eboué” waiting for me there, he promised to find a job for me, he is from that kind of men who don’t break their words, indeed, tomorrow morning we met someone called “the boss”, we talked for sometime and he told me to come in the next day to start the new job, it was not the job that I wanted and I was telling myself how it would be worse, i got the answer after two months when I received a letter from my wife telling me that my father had passed away and my mother was very ill.
I was so depressed that I decided to go back home with some money I spared there, I took the train again and hoped I can get my town very soon. My town was as bad as how I left it even worse.
Unlike the sound of explosions and bombs with the black cloud that covers the sky my house was so quiet, I got in to find my wife on the ground putting her arms upon my mother with no moves from both of them, I tried to wake them but “they were not sleeping “, and for the first time I had the will to cry and scream, nothing remains in my life, the people I live for are not alive anymore.
That what wars brought to us, nothing but pain, and if we don’t die with the rebels’ rifles, we die of hunger and diseases, death here is like the sun’s rays, he visits all houses and nothing could stop him.
.
the end
this story is made to make people feel what some Africans suffer especially in Somalia
waiting for your comments