Desert Flower

It was just me. It had always been just me as far as people were concerned. Of course I had Allah and Islam and I was grateful to God for allowing me to find solace in such a truly beautiful religion.

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Cries of anguish and bone shattering pain tore through the air. The air was palpable with the screams of the young girl. She struggled In the arms of her father not letting go and holding onto him with all the strength her puny, fragile arms could muster. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she hung onto him with the last of her strength. Her father gently tugged her off him kissing her delicately on the nose whispering to her promises of sunshine, ice cream and annual trips to the zoo to see the big cats in which the young girl had always loved. But how could she care about this life her father was promising her when he was no longer going to be in it? What was the point of such a future if her sun; her father was not their to light it up?
As her father placed her on the train all the while hugging her and kissing her she couldn't help but stand their and cry in utter sorrow. After all what was a child without a father figure?
Finally when the fast movement of the train caused her turn back and catch a glimpse of her father running along the train tracks, one lone tear dropped down onto her quivering lips. As the train rounded a bend,and left the light of her life behind her life was enveloped in a blanket of darkness.