From Syria...With Nothing

Chapter 6

"Here, mother. Have some soup. I bought you medicines too!"

"How did you manage to buy? Isa, tell me you did not steal"

"No mother. God send us an angel. He gave me"

Isa was sad about deceiving his mother. Indeed! He had stole them, but was rescued by Selim. He was happy to see his mother talk. He asked her to rest, while he would take care of the house. Feeling tired about the whole unfortunate yet fortunate day, he decided to take a small nap. As soon as his head touched the mat, he fell asleep.

"Noah! Give it back. I got it...Noah!"

A loud shrilling voice of his brother Musa, woke him up. Isa got up, quickly rubbed his eyes and saw the time. It was eight in the evening. Rushing into the bathroom, he performed his ablution (wudhu) and stood in the corner to offer prayers. Looking at him, his brothers too, performed ablution and joined him.

"Isa, I would like you to bring the angel home. I want to..."said his mother, coming out of the kitchen. Upon seeing her children praying together, she was delighted. Not even hard times had taken their devotion. They were still believers of faith.

After they had prayed, Isa joined his hands to pray, and urged his brothers too. Together, they prayed for the wellbeing and prosperity of their family, for the wellbeing of their father and for all those who have been displaced from their homes and were forced to live the lives they had never imagined.

Back in Aleppo, they were living a happy and prosperous life. There were parks for children to play, fairs being put up on several celebrations and different festive activities. Everyone was well to do. They had their own houses with cars. The children went to schools. Hospitals, with best doctors and equipment were used to treat patients. People had good jobs. But then the war came and, everything was brought down to ashes. Many were missing, others fled the war scenario. The remaining, choose to live there.

Isa and his family were lucky. They were able to cross the Mediterranean and reach Turkey. People here were quite kind and helpful. The only thing missing was, their father. He was believed to have died in the boat capsizing, which left the land not much later after theirs. However, Isa's mother Maryam, refused to believe that her husband had embraced the angel of death, till she saw his dead body with her own eyes. Till then, she would still pray for him, and their relatives, who were on the same fateful boat.

Daily, thousands would try to flee to a safer land. There were small children and elderly alike, who will have to sit in an inflated boat, crammed with double the people it was supposed to take. There were agents who would take money from them and put them in the boat, leaving them to their fate. With very little to take with them, they carried small packets of biscuits and few bottles of drinking water. They were promised they would see land after 2-3 days. But some were not lucky enough to live, to see land. The journey would also take more than 4 days. With no extra set of clothes, they would shiver. Some could not make it, like the elderly and new-born. They would never see the land, they were going to take refuge in. If the boat capsized due to strong currents or storm, the bodies would reach the shores, only to be called the 'unfortunate refugees' and grieved upon.

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