A Woman
The lights were switched off and the streets were empty. This story happened in no specific place and in no specific time. Because, it has already happened!
A man with a fuming pipe between his lips was standing with his back to the wall; observing the great fire.
“Are we going to survive this war” He asked through his gritted teeth.
“No one knows.” She said
Her eyes were on fire; a reflection of the horror she was beholding. The smell of fuel was filling her nostrils. she could not see beyond the smock and fire but she knew real well that what was beyond the walls of flames was the end. Her mind was racing through the pictures of her past. The truth was beyond her reach and no one she knew cared about breaking the wall of silence. Only the man beside her knew that she was not afraid of fire and churches. Only he knew that she was not afraid of death. She believed that humans are the reflection of their losses and, she lost everything and everyone she held dear to her heart. Her pain was as deep and as grim as the idea of war. Inside her head there were only the sounds of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder. She was carrying her sorrows on her shoulders; sorrows like mountains of nameless faces and lost souls. War has always took the best of people! the weakest of people! the happiest of people!
War was an instrument of power; a privilege to the fool! And, they were walking toward her. She believed in the heart! she believed in the moons and she believed in nights like tonight. Tanks and guns were for the cowards! She had her bare hands, a dream within her soul and the rocks of her fallen house.
“I can hear their voices! they are getting closer.” the man beside her growled
His hands held hers and they both walked forward to reach the voices. The earth underneath their feet belonged to them! The debris of the houses behind belonged to them! The sky, the moon, the wind, the doves and the wolves belonged to them! Freedom was them!
“Let’s meet halfway,
Fire on skin
Fire on skin
Make a din
The night is ours!
Let’s meet halfway,
Equals in freedom!
Equals in blood!
We march with a thud
And, the land is us
the land is us…“ She chanted; her voice fading into the night.
