A Voice For The Voiceless || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 19: Back to Seoul

The community huddled together in the makeshift shelter, the dim light of candles and lanterns casting shadows on the walls. The air was thick with worry and fatigue, but a sense of unity and determination prevailed.

Yusra stood at the center, her voice clear and strong. "We've made it this far, together. We'll get through this too."

Fatima nodded, her eyes red from lack of sleep. "We have to. For our children, for our future."

The young boy, spoke up, his voice filled with excitement. "I found some wild herbs and plants today. We can make a soup, it'll be enough for a few days."

The community murmured in agreement, a sense of hope flickering to life.

Dareen's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yusra, should we try the radio again? Maybe we can get a stronger signal this time."

Yusra's face filled with a mix of hope and trepidation. "I don't know, Dareen. We've tried so many times before. What if it's just a false hope?"

Dareen's voice was persistent. "But what if it's not? What if this is our chance to finally get through to someone, to get the help we need?"

Yusra looked around the room, meeting the gaze of the community members. She saw the desperation in their eyes, the longing for a lifeline.

"Okay but let's ask uncle ibraheem first," she said finally, her voice firm.  "But we have to be careful. We can't afford to give up our location to the wrong people."

Dareen nodded, and they both went towards uncle ibraheem.
"Uncle what about we try again with radio"?. Said yusra and Dareen was beside her.
"Yes uncle maybe we'll get strong connection this time ".
Dareen said showing hope in her eyes.
"Children's look we tried several times , it's not connecting". He said getting up now.
"Uncle but what if this time it again connects"?. Yusra said trying to convince her uncle.
"Okay my daughter as you say".

Now Ibraheem is sitting in the middle of a circle of the people, everyone gathered around him.

Uncle Ibraheem's hands moved deftly over the radio dials, his eyes squinting in concentration. "Come on, come on," he muttered to himself, trying to coax a signal out of the device.
"Ya Allah we again need your help".

The community gathered around him, watching anxiously as he worked. Yusra leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think it'll work this time, Uncle Ibraheem?"

Uncle Ibraheem's face creased in a determined expression. "We shouldn't give up, Yusra. We'll get through to someone if it's the last thing I do."

He adjusted the dials again, and the radio crackled to life. Static filled the air, and then, faintly, a voice emerged.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as Taehyung withdrew the device. "What's that, Hyung?" Taehyung's eyes locked onto the transmitter, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's a radio through communicate with the Palestinians for a while." Jungkook's curiosity got the better of him, and he took the transmitter from Taehyung's hands. His fingers instinctively pressed a button, and the device crackled to life.

Their eyes widened in unison as a voice crackled through the speak, Jungkook's eyes snapped to Taehyung's, shock and awe written across his face. "Hyung, what have you gotten us into?"

The radio crackled to life, and Uncle Ibraheem's voice filled with emotion as he spoke in broken English. "Please...help us. We are in so much trouble. No food, no water. We are suffering."

The community gathered around, their eyes shining with tears of hope.

And then, taehyung's voice responded, calm and reassuring. "Hey, sir. I really know about what's happening there. I'm well aware. Just trust me, sir. I'm trying, and I'll do something."
Listening to taehyung familiar voice he asked him "Are you the same guy we got connected with"?.