Again, we met a morning with bombs. We started a morning with a rainbow that has not even a single colour in it. Everything was just gray. We were looking for the slightest hope to get out of this deep darkness. Every day, we were listening to the death of innocent people around us and the cries of their surroundings. Even although, the whole world echoed with their screams, no one could hear us. We were left alone in this huge world.
As always, there were lucky ones among us in this “fair world”. If I can still write these, then I am in this lucky group but what about the unlucky ones? Although we seem to be on equal terms when we are born, our family, our society, and even our skin color separate us. We gambled with our lives every day. Because of my job, I can enter the part of the lucky ones. I am a “doctor” which means that I am saving lives, I am treating these patients but it should not mean that I am saving these little children from those who left them to die.
That place was not fit to stay anymore, we were leaving behind us again with tears and flowing blood. Every day, I had only one wish from God, that people’s voices be heard and well-being them. People came to see me as a source of hope, I wish I could be a light enough for everyone. Two tiny eyes, swollen from crying, were looking at me. From these looks, it was clear that bad things were happening and that he had suffered a great deal from his height. He reminded me of my lost brother, at that moment, some missing parts in us come together and complete each other. Maybe life was giving us a chance to fill our lost families?
Suddenly, an announcement was made to evacuate. At that moment, I took a break from the relationship between us and started to gather. As I was just going away from there, a hand touched my shoulder. This hand belonged to my brother. He did not say anything to me, but his eyes were looking like “take me with you”. I could not let go of him anymore, he had become a part of me.
It has been a few months since we left the bombs behind. We were trying to find a way to heal our wounds. In our small village house, we are trying to look to the future without forgetting our past. Now, I can see the colours of the rainbow a bit, nature is also trying to clean itself. All living things act in harmony with each other like in communication. I can feel the hope on the horizon.Again, we met a morning with bombs. We started a morning with a rainbow that has not even a single colour in it. Everything was just gray. We were looking for the slightest hope to get out of this deep darkness. Every day, we were listening to the death of innocent people around us and the cries of their surroundings. Even although, the whole world echoed with their screams, no one could hear us. We were left alone in this huge world.
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