Called for duty once more.
“May this be
the last.”
Nostalgia.
Carries with him the scars of his life.
Never a peaceful sleep.
The pain ... so dangerous. Things he still remembers ever
since he was boy.
Memories of years that are not erasable with time nor by the
many false announcements of love.
But he is happy.
He holds on to his faith.
Sometimes he smiles to the world.
He notices how beautiful the sky looks when the sun sets.
He notices how the gentle waves touch the shore.
“Allah is beautiful.”
“Please grant me my wish. I am done with this world”
The years go by and many battles pass. He still lives.
He is angry- “My troops die instead of me. Why couldn’t I
have stepped on that mine? Why did the bullets miss me and hit my comrade
instead? I would trade places with them, you know I would. They want to live, I
DON’T! this isn’t fair!
Confused.
“All I ask is that you take me, why push me to do it myself?
Please grant me my wish"
He weeps, feeling unheard.
to be continued...
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