Story : Civil War End of Humanity. Still Few bonds are Unbreakable.
“And the King and Queen with their Prince and Princes happily lived ever after”. Mom kept her hand on my head kissed my forehead and then Alia’s. “Ok, Good Night Sleep now, tomorrow is a big day “. I held mom’s hand “Mom, Please one more story.” Mom kept my hand back in my blanket and said: “No, sleep now Amman”. Alia asked, “Mom, what is Big day mean”. Mom went to her side of the bed and kept her hand on Alia’s head “Big day means the day you were waiting for so long, Celebrations, happiness, gifts, and love”. Mom smilingly said “aren’t, we were waiting for your birthday. My both the love bundles will turn 5 tomorrow” and she kissed both of us. “But I will miss Abba” I replied. Mom kept her hand on my head and she said “Khala is not well, that’s why he has to go to another city. He will be back by evening tomorrow. Now you guys sleep see all your brothers and sisters have slept”. Mom was running her fingers slowly through my hair. I love this so much. “Mom, what we will do tomorrow,” Alia asked. Mom switched off the light of our room and said “We will first go for prayers than all our relatives and friends will come home and they all will bring gifts for both of you. I am a lucky mother, God gifted me two angles at same day”. “Why do we go for prayers?”I asked. Mom whispered in my ears as Alia almost slept. “Because we have to thank God for everything he gave”. She kissed me again and continued” God Loves kids so much “. I hugged her tightly she tugged me in and I said: “I love you, Mom, I don’t want to leave you ever”. I felt the love in my mom’s touch.
I opened my eyes in the middle of the night I heard some sound at a distance I looked around all were sleeping, I tugged myself in my mom again I had little fear. Mom hugged me tight She was between me and Alia. I saw a big flash of light and loud sound which banged my eardrum. There was a shrill sound in my ears this sound was so loud that I could not hear anything. I tried to open my eyes I was feeling weak and was clueless what happened. I could not see anything due to rubble and dust all over. I felt something rolling and falling down from my head it was watery but had no clue. In a minute’s time, I saw two hands pulled me from the rubble and fallen roof. He was some orange dressed man before I could look around for my mom and Alia, he handed me over to someone else. The sound in my ear was making me feel weaker. The other Man again dressed in Orange took me to the medical van I saw inside the mirror a boy with hair filled with dirt, rubble, and blood on face and neck no clue who was he. Some other Man came closer to me and he started cleaning my face with cotton there was blood on cotton so much blood. He was talking to someone ” This was the massive Airstrike on the city May God help all “. I had no knowledge what was all this I just wished to go back and get tugged in my Mom. I couldn’t see anyone from my family around. I was feeling sleepy, I just wished to be with Mom and Alia. “Boy, open your eyes, Listen, Boy, we are losing him get oxygen. Boy, Boy can you hear. ” The voices in my head. I heard the voice of Mom, “Amman come here”. I saw Mom sitting with Alia, she was looking beautiful in fairy white dress. Alia and I we both were in white too. Mom kissed me and Alia and wished us “Happy Birthday”. “Mom where are we and where are those men’s in Orange,” I asked. Mom held my finger in one hand and Alia’s in other’s and she started walking with us “We are in Heaven God’s home for prayers”.
Do all the stories have a happy ending? Think again, my answer is yes, if not on earth, in heaven for sure they have happy Ending.
A disclaimer: This story and its characters are my imagination, no relation to any individual or place.