I cry for help, do you hear me?

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The thundering noise echoed through the darkness; the cacophonous sound of colliding plastic, bending steel and screeching tire made me realize what just happened, was another huge explosion that caused a car crush. I made my way out of the dirty, stinking shelter that I was in to rest and came outside to absolute astonishment. All I could see was smoke and two cars that had both collided together because of the explosion and it caused a huge car crash, and I looked to my left and could see a huge crowd around the cars helping the people out that were in the cars. This was going on for a while, but I made my way back inside my dirty shelter and got a hold of my bag and carried on my journey.

As I was walking on the roads of Syria, I just kept thinking of how beautiful my country was and still calling it beautiful but someone decided to take that away from us and we no longer think that. As I was walking, I was passing by broken schools, burnt hospitals, crushed buildings and dead bodies, and straight away I turned my head around as I could not stand to see a dead body, it made me sob the fact that Muslims were being killed. I carried on walking rapidly as my eye caught an eye of something beautiful, a young boy and girl playing together on broken swings and the father watching them play whilst the mother is cooking. It straight away reminded me of the time where me and Jasmine were playing and father was helping mother in the kitchen, and it got me thinking worrying about mother and Jasmine and got me thinking about my father. I cried out oceans and couldn't take my eyes off them for a while but I had to carry on walking because I knew I'd stand there forever, so I carried on walking slowly and I kept turning back watching them.

It had been at least 4 hours now that I had been walking and I was completely tired, and exhausted so I started looking for a shelter and I finally found one and made my way inside. The house was destroyed but the kitchen was still there. On mattress, and I threw my bag to one side and threw myself on to the mattress and dozed off.

I woke up with the sun reflection on my face and also with a figure, a man figure in front of me covering the sun and I quickly got to my feet and held a spoon to this man, this mysterious man and he started laughing "Just don't hurt me!" I begged. I could tell it wasn't an Israeli soldier because he wasn't wearing a helmet and armour, and he got closer to me "It's Hamza son" and looked up and could see his face finally and rushed to hug him tightly "Where did you go? I went looking for you" I said in disappointment, "Well son, I was scared and I just wandered off and didn't know where I was and I told an Imam that if he saw you tell him I was looking for him" he said worryingly "Ah well you're here now and so am I so it's fine Alhamdulillah" I said politely. He sat down and dropped two big bag full of things "What have you got in those bags?" I said in confusion "Well it's food and some toys I found lying around for Jasmine and got you some things and your mother and I" he said excitedly.

I started on the bags to see what he had brought with him, and there was, books, pens, two baby pair of shoes at size 4, there was a burqa, some scarfs, some slippers, some boy and men shoes, and also in containers there was food, like bread, chicken, fish, chocolate, milk, water, yogurt, sweets, some rice and also some more beans and there was pans and baskets too. I was too busy wandering how he got a hold of these things "How did you find these things Uncle?" I asked bafflingly, and he leaned forward "I went into houses and got a hold of them, and forgive me but I saw some families that needed it too so I gave them some too" he said civilly and I smiled cheerfully at him because he did a good job on saving us a. I got my school bag and showed him the water and beans and bread I had in my bag and he gave me a kiss on the forehead "Well done son, you got more than me, good job" he said sweetly and I smiled. It was amazing to have Uncle Hamza back home, and now that I also feel more safe and that I'm so grateful to have him here. I and Uncle Hamza stayed up all night talking about what he had done and what I had done whilst we were looking for each other "Look son, we need to start making our way home tomorrow morning" he said keenly and I put my hand on top of his "Uncle, we have another 2 miles left Insha'Allah and we will be home in no time, and you are right we need to get home because mother would be worrying" I said agreeably. We both ended up getting extremely tired so we found a place to sleep in and we both fell asleep and the next morning we were to make our way home. 

 

I get up to the sun blazing in my face, my hands aching and my eyes barely opening. I turned to my left and see Uncle Hamza lying there peacefully hugging his pillow in his hands. I sat there watching him, just like I would watch my father sleep. I forced myself to get up from the stinky, old mattress so I could go and make some breakfast for Uncle Hamza and me. A few minutes went by, and I could hear groaning and moaning from behind me and as I turn around I see Uncle Hamza sitting up on the mattress rubbing his sore eyes. I was too busy making the breakfast whilst Uncle Hamza started splashing his face with water to try and refresh his mind.  The breakfast was finally done, beans with some eggs and pita bread and just as I finished laying it out on the floor Uncle Hamza came back in "Well, son you sure are one hell of a good cook eh?" I tried to suppress my giggling, but ended up bursting into loud laughter I replied back whilst still giggling "Well, have been taught by the best mother in the world", and Hamza smiled cheerfully.

The day went on, I and Uncle Hamza agreed to start making our way home and it was a while now that  we started walking down on the broken, forgotten and abandoned roads of Syria and I see someone closing his eyes, the horrified expression was now gone from the face and he looked to be asleep now.I could have believed it if not for all of the blood. How can so much blood come from one body? The holes in his skin told of a messy end. After the second shot he was already dead. That's what a bullet to the brain will do and the body had been abandoned on the cold white floor now stained with red. The dead body lay there.  I could not take my eyes off it, until I see darkness as if someone had covered my eyes and it was Uncle Hamza that had put his hands over my eyes "Muhammad, carry on walking and do not look to your side" he said to me miserably, so I did what I was told, with my eyes still covered by his muscular, veiny hands.  I could finally see light again, and I looked up to Uncle Hamza "Uncle, are we safe now?" I asked heart broken and Uncle Hamza looked down at me, he replied with a sweet and soft tone "Yes, we are son and we are nearly home". I slipped my fingers into Uncle Hamza's palm and Uncle Hamza tightened his fingers around my hand, we both smiled at each other and carried on walking together.

 

A few hours had gone by and out in the view I screamed out to Uncle Hamza "I see it, I see it!" I screamed out to Uncle Hamza, but Uncle Hamza was extremely confused "What do you see son?" he says in confusion, rising one eyebrow and I reply in excitement "Home, well our home, where mama is and Jasmine are" and that's when Uncle Hamza and I ran as fast as leopards to reach there. Within a few minutes we were by the doorstep, I was out of breath and so was Uncle Hamza. I raise my hand to the door, knocked once but no answer, I stood there in confusion. I and Uncle Hamza looked at each other not only worried but trying to figure out why mother wasn't opening the door.  Then Uncle Hamza told me to knock again, but instead I knocked repeatedly and calling out "Mother, open the door, it's me Muhammad. The door open slowly, creaking and I could see my mother's beautiful face glowing, her face in absolute excitement, she rushed to hug me "Oh Muhammad, where have you been? I thought you were someone else forgive me son" mother said sweetly and I replied "Mother, I missed you and where is jasmine?" before I could even finish off my sentence I hear screaming and footsteps coming towards me "Muhaaaammmmad!" Jasmine screamed. I picked her up and kissed her millions of times.

 

Whilst I am talking to mother, Jasmine is pointing at something "Mama, there is a tall man behind Muhammad" Jasmine says in confusion, and that's when I moved aside and told mother that it was Uncle Hamza, father's friend. I told mother what had happened to his family, and the state he was in and that I had found him in a sewer weeping. Jasmine must've overheard our conversation and ran to hug him "It's alright, I will be your friend all the day" Jasmine said sweetly, as Uncle Hamza hugged her he tried to hold his tears because Jasmine instantly reminded him of his daughter Maryam "Oh well aren't you just absolutely beautiful" Uncle Hamza said to Jasmine who blushed and ran to mother. I turned to mother "Mother, you told me to bring Uncle, and you still haven't spoken a word" I said in complete confusion, and then mother spoke "Salam, brother good to have you here please come on in" she said sweetly, and with a soft tone. He walked in with his luggage of food and smiling happily and cheerfully.

All we did that night was talk about the memories we had with father and all of us sitting around the broken tiles and had a meal together.