The chopped onions and some coriander stayed in the yellow plastic pot,
the scattered chickpeas flour on every counter,
the sizzle of oil heating in a wok on stove,
a jug filled with water,
salt and chillies,
some more spices,
everything- as if a battlefield
some limbs here and there,
in small pool of blood,
a child holding a toy car clad in red pants and white shirt,
sleeping forever,
In the whirlpool of my thoughts,
I glanced at the wall clock,
scanning the time,
thinking how many hours more to go,
how many more nights to end,
how many more dawns be wasted!
I know,
she must be waiting for her son to return,
maybe with same chickpeas flour batter!
with some oil heating in a wok,
with a cauldron pressured to blast,
the insane expressions on her face,
hoping to see the toy car in his hand!
she and I heard the blastic sound of ghosts,
transported from one end to another,
trapping many innocent in drones!
Incredibly powerful and heartbreaking. The contrast between the kitchen scene and the tragedy is haunting!
The entire situation is heart wrenching!
Painful to imagine even 😢
Yes, and they go through this pain..
The scenario of the war zones was depicted very powerfully—truly heart-wrenching.
The entire feeling is so somber.. I am certain we all feel immense agony!
Heart breaking! May Allah have mercy on all.
Your witting is powerful, and unforgettable. It reminds us that war erases futures.
So true! Unfortunately the one with power have no clue or maybe pretending blind..
Very sad and unfortunate