𝘼 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 7: Disaster

The bombing had been getting closer and closer, the sounds of explosions and gunfire growing louder with each passing minute. At first, it had been a distant rumble, a faint echo that seemed to come from far away. But now, it was getting closer, the sounds growing more intense and more frequent.
"Take cover! Take cover!" Ali's father yelled, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "The bombing is getting closer! Get to safety, now!"

The guests panicked, scrambling to find shelter. Some ran towards the mosque, while others ducked behind the walls. Yusra's heart raced as she clung to Ali, her eyes fixed on his father's frantic face.
"Uncle, what do we do?" she cried, her voice trembling with fear.
"Get down, get down!" Ali's father shouted, pulling them towards the ground. "It's going to get worse! Get down and stay safe!
“Where's Alfid, Ibraheem!” Yusra's mother shouted addressing Ali's father to ask where is her husband, Alfid the father of yusra couldn't be found anywhere.

Yusra's heart raced as she clung to Ali, her eyes fixed on the door as if willing it to stay shut. But it was no use. The bombing was getting closer, the explosions growing louder and more intense.
And then, in an instant, the door burst open and the room was filled with a blinding light. Yusra felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body thrown backwards as the explosion rocked the room.
Everything went white, and then black. Yusra's world went silent, her mind reeling from the shock of the blast. When she came to, she was lying on the ground, her head throbbing with pain.
The place filled with the noise of screams and loud noises of firing and bombing.
She struggled to her feet, her eyes scanning the room for Ali, her mother sister and father.
But Ali and her father were nowhere to be found. Instead, she saw a scene of utter devastation. The room was in ruins, the walls cracked and crumbling.
Yusra's eyes were frozen in shock, her mind unable to process the horror that had just unfolded. One moment, she was exchanging vows with Ali, her heart full of joy and love. The next, a deafening explosion shook the mosque, and her world came crashing down.

As the dust settled, Yusra's gaze fell upon the chaos around her. The courtyard was in ruins, the beautiful archway reduced to rubble. The guests were scattered, some injured, some were lying lifeless and burnt, others screaming in terror. Ali's family was frantically searching for him, their cries piercing the air.
Yusra's heart raced as she stumbled through the wreckage, her eyes scanning the devastation for a glimpse of Ali and her father. But they were nowhere to be found. Ali’s  parent's wails grew louder, their faces contorted in anguish.
Yusra was numb she couldn't find both her husband and her father.

And then, the unthinkable happened. Ali's father stumbled forward, his body cradling a lifeless form. Yusra's vision blurred as she saw Ali's limp body, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.
She come towards while running where his lifeless body was lying

Her mind went numb, her thoughts paralyzed by grief. She felt herself being pulled towards Ali's body, her legs moving involuntarily. She collapsed beside him, her hands reaching out to touch his face, her eyes pleading for him to wake up.
But it was too late. Ali was gone, taken from her in the blink of an eye. Yusra's world went dark, her screams echoing through the mosque as she became a widow, her husband taken from her just moments after they had exchanged their vows.
Her eyes were wide with shock, her face pale as death. "Ali... Ali..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She felt like she was in a nightmare, her mind reeling with horror. "No... no... no..." she muttered, her body trembling like a leaf.
She felt a sense of numbness wash over her, as if she was detached from her body. "This can't be happening... this can't be happening..." she thought, her mind in denial.

Dareen was sitting next to Yusra holding her arm while crying.
“Yusra! Ukht!” She said crying trying to comfort her sister in this disastrous moment.
Ali's mom, overcome with grief, collapsed to the ground, her body shaking uncontrollably. She clutched her head in her hands, her eyes streaming with tears.
"My son! My beautiful son!" she wailed, her voice piercing the air. "Why did you leave me? Why did you go?"
She beat her chest, her fists clenched in anguish. "I should have protected you! I should have kept you safe!"
She rocked back and forth, her body racked with sobs. "My Ali, my dear Ali... come back to me! Please come back!"

Her cries echoed through the courtyard, a heart-wrenching expression of her unbearable loss. She was surrounded by yusra's mother and her sister dareen, who tried to comfort her, but she was beyond consolation. Her world had been shattered, and she was left with only her grief.
Not only her everyone in the courtyard were grieving.
The courtyard was a scene of collective grief, a sense of shared tragedy and loss. Almost everyone present had lost a loved one, a family member, a friend, or a neighbor. The air was thick with the sounds of wailing, sobbing, and mourning.
People clung to each other, holding onto whoever was nearest, seeking comfort in the midst of unimaginable pain. Some fell to the ground, overcome by their emotions, while others stood frozen in shock, unable to process the horror that had unfolded.

The women beat their chests, their voices raised in lamentation, as the men stood helplessly by, their faces etched with sorrow and grief. Children cried out for their parents, their tiny voices piercing the air, adding to the chaos and despair.
The courtyard, once a symbol of joy and celebration, had become a scene of unimaginable tragedy, a testament to the senseless destruction and loss that had been inflicted upon these innocent people.

Suddenly The Israeli soldiers, clad in their military gear, stormed into the courtyard, their guns drawn. They swiftly moved through the wreckage, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. As they found survivors, they quickly bound their hands behind their backs with zip ties, their movements swift and efficient.
"Move, move, move!" one of the soldiers barked, as they herded the captives towards an unknown destination.
The survivors, still reeling from the bombing, stumbled and staggered as they were dragged away. Some struggled against their restraints, pleading for mercy, while others seemed numb, their eyes vacant with shock.
Yusra, her mind foggy with grief and pain, found herself being pulled along with the others. She struggled to her feet, her eyes fixed on the soldiers, her heart filled with fear and hatred.
The only thing she was screaming was, “where is dad! WHERE IS DAD! MOM”. She was trying to reach her mom but their ways apart the soldiers blind folded them.

"Where are you taking us?" Ali's father demanded, his voice shaking with rage.

But the soldiers remained silent, their faces cold and unyielding. They pushed and shoved the captives forward, their destination unknown, their fate uncertain.
As they were dragged away from the devastated courtyard, the survivors could only wonder what new horrors awaited them, their hearts heavy with fear and despair.

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