For as long as he could remember, it was his shelter. It was where he went when he was sad, sick with fear, or shaking in anger. It was where he found family even though by now all his relatives were officially dead. It was his fortress. And now, as he grew older nothing changed. He still headed to this fort of his whenever he had no where else to go, no more friends to see. The white marble seemingly shielding him from any crazy bullets, the green neon lights rendering him invincible to all the verbal abuse he had ever received. He smiled as he walked closer, but a sense of forbidding was already growing in him; something was not right, ‘please God help me for whatever is to come’. He read some holy words as he came closer, only to find what was left of his once beautiful mosque in shatters. Now a rubble, with blood leaking from one side, and a heavy thick blanket of smoke flying off the other. A destroyed creature, bleeding to death.
He couldn’t help himself, as he burst into tears and sobbing, screaming and yelling for the almighty to sever those who have desecrated his place of worship. He heard laughs, he turned to see a tank move away slowly, while who ever was in it laughed in joy. Zein’s arms clenched, he fell to his knees as he looked up to the sky, tears over flowing, voice now hoarse with sobbing, and words of love for all of those he has lost. His mentor was in that mosque. He moved closer, only to face the inevitable, the sheikhs hand raised from the rubble, reaching for the skies, still and lifeless, his blue ring or fayrouz distinctly calling for justice.
He looked around, searching for a weapon to strike those who have killed the last two things dear to him: his sanctuary and only family. Tears streamed down his face as he glimpsed again the sheikh’s bear feet from under the rubble, blue and cold. He bent down and picked the only weapon at his disposal, and with his entire being and soul he shouted ‘Why won’t you just leave us alone!!’ the stone clanked off the tank, as it drunkenly climbed over what was left of another house. Another tragedy, another warrior of the stone born…
Well described !
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