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THIS MEANS WAR by Manal Jamal The fight for my country is a top priority every day but the war has hurt my family in every imaginable way. My daughter is also top priority in my life. She has to live without a mother. And me? Without a wife. One day as we sat in our house on a hill, a bullet shot through the window sill. And my daughter lay on the mat, on the floor as a soldier kicked open our beaten door. They stomped through the house without a care. But take me away? They wouldn't dare. I ran to my daughter whom I caressed, when I noticed that a bullet had hit her chest, and I noticed a tear searing down her cheek but when I felt her pulse, There was nothing, not a beat. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I love you, my child." I remembered the way she used to smile And tell me that she loved me too. "Maybe, my child, I'll be seeing you soon". yasmin, |
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