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

Chap 22: Arabic Professor

Finding herself surrounded by concerned faces, Yusra stood tall, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Her mother, Dareen, and ibraheem and other people, rushed towards her, tears streaming down their face.

"Yusra, my child! What have you done?" exclaimed, embracing her daughter tightly.

Yusra's aunt and uncle, Ibraheem, approached her cautiously, their faces etched with worry. "Yusra, why did you do this? You know the consequences," Ibraheem said, his voice laced with concern.

Some of the onlookers, still hiding behind the wall, whispered among themselves, fearful of the repercussions of Yusra's actions. "She's killed four soldiers... the Israeli army will not let this go unpunished," one of them whispered.

Yusra's gaze swept across the crowd, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I did what I had to do," she said, her voice firm. "I won't let them take our land, our freedom, without a fight."

Fatima held her daughter at arm's length, searching her face. "But at what cost, Yusra? Your life, your future... it's all at risk now."

Yusra's expression softened, and she looked at her mother with a determined glint in her eye. "I'm willing to take that risk, Mother. For our people, for our land... I'll fight to the end."

Ibraheem's expression turned grave, his voice laced with urgency. "This is not the time for discussion, we can talk later. First, we need to hide these bodies, now!"

He gestured to the four soldiers lying on the ground, his eyes scanning the surrounding area nervously. "If more soldiers see this, we're done for. We have to move, quickly!"

Asiya her aunt nodded in agreement, her face set with determination. "Ibraheem's right, we need to act fast. Let's move the bodies to somewhere and bury them"
Dareen asked with stuttering voice "And what about the blood which is everywhere".
Yusra taking a deep breath said, "let it be here they'll think it's of someone among us and what's the difference".

The group quickly sprang into action, working together to drag the bodies to the area where they can bury them. Ibraheem led the way, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any sign of approaching soldiers.

As they moved, the tension was palpable. They knew that if they were caught, the consequences would be severe. But for now, they had to focus on survival.

He led the group to a nearby area, a muddy patch of ground. Ibraheem and the others began to dig, their hands moving swiftly as they created a makeshift grave.

Yusra watched, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the fight. She knew that this was just the beginning, that their actions would have consequences.

As they buried the soldiers, Yusra felt a sense of unease. She knew that they had to be careful, that one misstep could lead to disaster. But for now, they had to keep moving, had to keep fighting.

After burying the soldiers' bodies, the group made their way to a nearby building, one that was close to the abandoned factory where they had been staying. It was a new location, one they had not used before.

As they entered, Yusra looked around cautiously, taking in their new surroundings. The building was dimly lit, with only a few windows to let in the sunlight. It was quiet, except for the sound of their own footsteps.

Fatima motioned for everyone to gather around, her eyes scanning the room to make sure they were alone. "We need to talk about what just happened," she said, her voice low and serious.

Ibraheem nodded, his face grim.

Yusra felt a surge of fear at her words. She knew that they had to keep moving, had to stay one step ahead of their pursuers. But where could they go? And what would they do next?