I cry for help, do you hear me?

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

My beautiful mother told me to go out to look for some more food, but we were out of water mostly and it was so difficult finding water. Mother gave me huge yellow bottle to put the water in and I made my way down the wild, dangerous road. The road seemed even more damage than yesterday, the ground seemed like it was shaking and I just felt scared so I ran and started looking for water. Hours went by, and I was about 5 minutes away from home, until I see a small girl figure running towards me then I start hearing my name “Muhammad! Muhammad” and that’s when I knew it was Jasmine. I froze. She came screaming at me, grabbing my hand and I was so confused.

“What’s wrong habibiti?” I said confusingly.

She was out of breath “Its mama” she replied.

“What! What’s happened with mother?” I said tearfully

“Mama, is throwing things, and crying so much”

I was so confused, wandering why she was crying and why she was throwing things again.

I walked inside our wrecked house and told Jasmine to stay behind me and as I walked in to the room I could see plates being smashed again, cups, and as I went in more I could see mother sitting on the edge of the mattress, with her head in her hands, in disappointment. I walked in and sat next to mother, and put my hands around her trying to comfort her.

“Mother what’s wrong?” I asked

She turned to me, and held out pictures to me, like she was asking me to look at them and I took them from her and I could see a young man and women, mother spoke “It was our wedding, mine and your fathers” she says tearfully. I looked through the pictures and I then gave them to Jasmine, she kept giggling and smiling at them, as I helped mother up and told her to go bed. I see Jasmine has fallen asleep on the dusty floor holding one of mothers and fathers wedding photographs, and I got closer to her and took the photographs off of her and put her to bed.

I turn back round to the photographs, and go through them and floods start coming my sour eyes. I dropped to the floor, crying, asking for my father back “Oh my Lord, please just bring my father back”, I paused and thought that’s never going to happen but I just wished that “My father is in a safer place, and he will never again know of any harm Insha’Allah”. I then replaced the photos back where they were and I dozed off with Jasmine in my arms.

The next morning, I got up and I see that mother is still asleep so I went looking for food and on my way I see an old man crying and it broke my heart, so I decided to go look for some food first so then I can invite him over and he can eat with us. I came back about 40 minutes later and I see them man is still sitting there, so I went up to him and I laid my hand on his shoulder, he looked up. And he just broke into tears again, so I sat next to him and gave him some bread with water and yogurt, he looked back up at me and smiled and I smiled back. He spoke.

“Oh son, what am I going to do?” he said miserably,

I didn’t really know what to say because I didn’t exactly know what had happened to this poor, loving sweet man. But I replied back. “Uncle, what you’re going to do is get up, smile and I can walk you home, how about that?” I said sweetly.

He broke back in to tears “I have no home anymore” he said tearfully, I had no other choice but to ask him “Why don’t you live with my family, my mother, baby sister Jasmine and me” I smiled, and he looked at me “I can’t son, I have to go back to my son” he said, that’s when I got confused why was he sitting here all along when he could’ve gone to his son “Can I ask, how comes you’re sitting here then?” I asked, as I was confused and he replied “Me and my son, we had a row and I walked out, because we’ve lost everything and we had a row about not being able to have food he said that was my fault” that’s when I paused and thought how can it be his father’s fault, it’s not like he’s caused this war to happen, I sat back “How old is he, uncle?” I asked and he said “He’s 18 son”.