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A Palesyrian Tale

Shakira-AlKatib

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Parts 4
Time 10m

Reads 341
Votes 36
Parts 4
Time 10m

Shakira-AlKatib

family palestine siblings spiritual syrian thriller war

Head in his hands he sits. Silent tears rolling down his cheeks, one after the other, like pearls falling from a broken necklace.  In front of him, lies the body of his little sister in mangled bloodied flesh. He wonders what it was that she had done wrong. He looks at her and reaches out to remove a loose curl covering her angelic face.

She sits against the wall, legs to her chest and stares at the bodies around her. All she sees is flesh and blood. All she hears is screams and wails. And in that time she felt all hope draining out of her.

This is a short story of two young adults trying to live their life, trying to be humans in two countries that are homes to rivers of blood, streets of flesh and skies of explosion and dust. They are surrounded by screams, cries and sufferings as they take on each day with fear in Ghaza [Palestine] and Halab [Syria].All Rights Reserved

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