I was accustomed to breathing in life and its many sweet fragrances, looking at it positively and filled with hope. It is made even better by the presence of my husband and my children growing up around me, carving the way for themselves through education and hard work in the rocky road of a long life.
And life remained like that, until the moment that changed everything…
The ghost of war crept into our humble village, and the downpour began.
It wasn’t the downpour of rain, good, or green; but bombs of death and destruction.
Unlike the rainy season, which comes and goes before we know it, this season remained to taunt us. It wouldn’t leave us, until eventually we decided to leave it. The war took my son away from me, I hope God receives him as a martyr.
So one morning we got into our car, we were dazed, not knowing if this nightmare would ever end. However what we faced was much worse! Continue reading →