Sunday, 7 July 2013

So Young

It's such a shame that sometimes you want to help others, want to share their sorrows but you just can't. It looks like you are just standing there looking at others, watching them scream, wounded... yet you still feel as if you hands are tied, that you are so numb that you can't even feel anything.

I'm writing this because I want to tell others about how my friend suffered and how he died. Well there were no explanation, the cause of his death was that he was wounded and bled too much that he died. Why was he wounded you ask? Well due to a bomb blast! I can't exaggerate it enough for you.

Sunday 30th of June 2013, many thought it was a normal day, go to the market, and buy vegetables to cook so that when your dad, your brother comes back from work, they will be able to enjoy their meal. Women went to the market to buy toys for their children because their children have asked them several times, their mum asks them, why don’t their children join them as well so they can pick and choose whatever toy they want! They were happy. They didn't know that a normal day will bring a shower of sadness and that they will not be able to play with the new toy they bought.

Let’s just call my friend "Ben", so Ben came home after meeting his friends, when he came home his mother told him that he had to go to the market and bring soap and shampoo because it was finished. He smiled and took the money from his mother, kissed her cheeks and said he will be back in about 15 minutes, he said his goodbye and took his motorcycle and away he went to the market.


He didn't know that was his last goodbye to his mother, that after he is gone his mother will curse herself that why did she sent Ben to the market?! Couldn't she send Ben another time??? But she didn't know... no one knew. Ben didn't know. He was passing by the mosque and BOOM! He felt little metal balls piercing through his skin! He tried to crawl and get up but he was too weak. He saw a man's head on the floor, beside him was a child about 7 years old submerged in thick blood. He saw a loaf of fresh bread on which there were splatters of blood.

Ben looked down at his chest; he saw little holes on his shirt from which blood was gushing out. He reached his phone from his pocket though he couldn't move his hand. He tried again and felt a pain in his arm. He was full of wounds. He reached his phone after a lot of tries; he phoned his mother and told her he was in critical condition. He told her that he needs help. He told her that she should tell someone who would come and help him, but by that time it was too late. He stopped talking. All his mother could hear was the sirens of ambulance, the rushing sounds of footsteps.

On Sunday, 30th of June, 30 people died. In which 10 women and 3 children (from age 7-10) were included as well. More than 60 injured. So you tell me, what was their fault? He was only 16 years old...

PS I do apologise if you got offended by something that I have written.

PPS I would have linked a video but it’s too gruesome.

"Peace not Pieces" 


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