There
was a pregnant woman, who was caught in the maze of war...
Her
brother grew as a man and went to kill innocents in the name of
revenging his enemies...
Someway
life gave her love of his life...
With
him she planned to move to a place where their children will hear
some other stories than bomb blasts and massacres...
One
day Talibans arrived, she was hurt and woke up in a hospital next
day...
All
said her husband died, but she believed he lived somewhere...
Today
in a van she was traveling to the border...
Those
heroic men with guns came and fired randomly...
All
died but with a bullet in her neck, she gave birth to her child in
pain and anger...
She
doesn't look whether her child was a boy or a girl...
But
she felt him to be a boy...
She
wrapped him while he was crying...
Why
is he crying is that he knows people are soon going to name him to a
particular religion and divide his God?
If
he cries for his father, he is no more...
And
if he cries for his mother, she is soon going to be no more...
If
he cries for someone he got no one...
If
in the name of Father when his children kill each other then who will
there at last?
She
worried whether her child was also going to have the same story of
hers...
She
took her child in her hands kissed all over and put him against her
heart...
In
the unbearable pain, she took the gun she always had with her...
Then
she put a bullet to her heart by passing it through his heart...
#NostalgicPen
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