Behind the fire lines
Are nothing but prayers that cover her fears
But it can’t prevent her tears from falling and drawing hundreds of questions
With the painful one: where is he now?
She knows God is always there for all the people who are fighting for their right
To get their freedom back..
But things get complicated and the image is foggy when blood covers the land
All she hears is people screaming and hearts deeply bleeding
Behind the fire line he’s standing there
Who knows what’s going on?
There, is it a safe place? Or is he not okay?
Thoughts are the big enemy too when they takes us to imagine an anonymous bloody place
Where people went asking for peace and suddenly haters cut them into pieces on the streets
She’s fighting the evil thoughts by praying and trusting God that He will take care of him…
She sleeps every night wishing to see him in her dreams
A dream can heal for once even if reality will slap her on the face
When she wakes up
But at least it will stop the tears for a while ..
Behind the fire lines her heart is burning there trying to search for his face
And her soul is aching while waiting for his return …
In her eyes you can read the words she keeps unspoken and in her heart you can feel the pain through a wound that is left unhealed. You can tell her that everything is going to be fine, you can tell her any lie just to make her feel good but she’s not blind, she knows what she feels is real…
A mother that lost her young boy in a war. She missed him coming through the door, on this day. She missed his hug, his laughter in place, when he used to scream “Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mom” and continue saying in a funny way, “I’m the luckiest guy on earth to have a mother like you. Seriously mom look at me, you brought someone like me into this life, that defines how amazing you are” and the laughter used to increase and her prayer for him too..
But, today she’s searching for her wonderful man, who used to fill the house with joy, but she can’t find him, she checks his room, his photos … She recalls the memories since he was a little boy, what he used to say with his gift, but the thing she remembers most is that he never forgets to say “I can’t imagine living in this life for one day without you mom”… These words killed her and every time she recalls them, she mumbles: “Who says I can? Daily, you are taking me from this life hundreds and hundreds of times at night…”
He is in a better place, that’s what his sisters tells her when she talks about him and cries. All these words that have been said to turn off the fire in her heart, are not working, because her heart is still wounded, missing her only son who used to make her the happiest mother on Mother’s Day and every day!
War. This monster that kidnaps soldiers in war, steals them from their mother’s lap, to break their hearts into millions of pieces. What would their mothers say on Mother’s Day? What would she feel while her heart never stops bleeding, missing her son who left one day without having a chance to say what he wants to say; maybe he thought he would come back home safe, maybe he never thought that his life will end there. It doesn’t matter what he thought, what matters is that he is not here anymore….
Years goes by, and the silent pain grows in the her heart, but the only day that her soul aches more than ever is on Mother’s Day. Maybe she envies the mothers who have never lost a son or maybe it’s only a wish that turns to a nightmare if only he visits her today…
She is the mother that is living her life in the memory of her son, her hero … All her other children are still around her. She gets the gifts, she gets the flowers and they all hold her on this special day like every day with tenderness and love… but through their laughter and warm hugs, her eyes are staring at the door.. she is still waiting with her pain that kills, missing her precious son and to feel how wonderful she is for bringing such a wonderful son like him into the world. But the feeling will never be felt again the day he left world, and the echo still comes to hear ears: “Happy Mother’s Day to the most wonderful mom on earth..”
She was there holding his hand begging him to stay
He was forced to leave her, how he wished to be there for another day. But he was comforting her by saying, “Anytime you need me, I’ll be there.”
“How is that?” she thought. He handed her a necklace with the name of the Lord engraved on it. “This will protect you and keep you from any harm”; she held it close to her heart.
She cried silently; her tears were burning every little breath she was taking.
Duty was calling him to serve his country, his steps were getting far while her heart was breaking apart.
Days passed by and months were like decades waiting for any news from him.
They said the war is near and never seeing his face was the only thing she feared.
She looked at her one year old child and holding him tight.
She said, “Please Lord, protect the father of my child and the man of my life. Keep him safe and bring him back home alive.
” Days passed by and the only seat she sat on was her husband’s, spending time on the balcony waiting for him to come.
One day she heard a knock on the door, and was hoping that her hero had come back home.
She opened the door and a soldier was standing there…She realized she became The mighty soldier’s widow.
She was frozen in place and didn’t dare say a word.
The man said, “Sorry ma’am for your loss, your husband was a brave soldier.” before he continued talking, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
The world stopped for hours and a deep silence filled the place; she opened her eyes to see all the family surrounding her.
Some were crying, others were in shock but she was the only one who was dying.
Mighty soldiers leave their places to serve their country, leaving behind a wife and kids who are waiting them to come back home. What do we know about their feelings when they leave to the military?
Their kids’ and wife’s photos are their ID’s to find their feelings. Their fears that their children’s eyes will be seen for the last time, their heart aches silently leaving their wives, the love of their life, and never have the chance to feel it again.
Lucky are those who come back to their families even though the sad images from wars are stuck in their minds. But what about those who never come back, leaving everything behind them? Sacrificing their happiness, and all the happy moments they will spend with their children to protect their country and fight for their rights that the enemies want to take from them.
They are fighters with mighty hearts who believe in God, who are ready to give their own life to save hundreds. These are people who are ready to sacrifice their own happiness with their families in return giving a chance for thousands of men to have happiness with their own loved ones.
Just by thinking of a woman standing by her window waiting for her man to come back home after the war, and getting nothing but a dead body without a soul…
Just by thinking of her place: how the emptiness filled it even though her kids are playing around…
Just by thinking of her packing his clothes, his favorite CDs, by recalling his last words, smiling for the good memories and crying more for the bad ones….
Just by thinking of her speechless when her kids ask her, “When will dad come back home?”… It tears my heart apart to think of any woman who lost her husband in a war, how long she would stand her loss, and her longing to see him again…
They are mighty soldiers, those who swore to protect their country and be loyal to their promise…
I believe that the moment they take their last breath, a new angel enters heaven after serving his time on earth beneath…
“Please stop”. How many people have shouted these words? And how many others scream it silently on the inside? When a person forgets that the one they hurt is a human too, the violence can cross the limits and can so easily end in death. How many families are facing this issue? I prefer to name it “disease” or “addiction”, when the human mind stops working, stops thinking, then the path is open to violence in their thoughts. When their brain stops working, from holding them back from beating their victim, they forget who is this person they are looking at, if it’s their mother, their child, their sister or even their wife. They become addicted to beating others. It may take away all their anger and the stress for them, but puts it all on the wrong person. It’s a disease indeed, it is spread all over the world, and destroys families and lives.
How many women are beaten to death, but no one knows about them? They might have screamed and begged for mercy, and their children might have seen and witnessed what happened to their mother, but what can a child do? As much as it affects the mother, it will also affect the kids. Will they be violent with their friends or their own families when they grow up? Or does the inner injurious they have suffered make them live in fear? Afraid they cannot protect themselves, will they always consider anyone a danger to their life, because the closest person to them has caused so much damage. Will they always have the fear to die by violence. When I think about those who are violent to others, firstly I believe they don’t know God, because if they do they would fear to hurt his creatures. They are hurting someone of flesh and blood, and the bruises they leave on faces and bodies, the bleeding marks, the fear in the eyes, the insecurity they dig into a soul, and the fearful sleepless nights, they become this wild person who might sneak into the room and hit them if they dared to dream and do not stay awake in fear.
Those who cause all this unbearable pain to others don’t know God, or fear him. It is the devil’s work in their soul when their mind stops working, when they stop from thinking wisely and become wild. They have nothing to be grateful for, because if they did they would find peace of mind. We always think, what if we are in their shoes, and we don’t know what they are going through to act like that, but I can’t even imagine being in their shoes. The reason it is so hard to know what they are thinking is simply because they are not thinking. Only imagining a child’s eyes begging someone to stop beating them… It makes me wish if I can do anything to stop this violence that is spread all over the world. Violence has many faces, it’s not only physical, there is also verbal aggression as well, that kind of violence can injure more than physical harm. The words they use to oppress and control is so harsh and ruthless, it could push someone to suicide. Words could harm more than a bullet sometimes. It plays with people’s mind, leaves them thinking they are nothing, or that they did something bad that they never did. Making others feel guilt for something they never did, can cause the problem to spread. Playing on their distress might make them lose their mind, may drive them to act in a very wrong way. If they might act in a wrong way with others, then they who are the victim are changed into the criminal without ever thinking about what they are doing.
Many reasons can change people and drive them to be hard to deal with; they lose control of their life, or circumstances force them to face difficulties that show up out of nowhere. Lately there are economic problems that affect the whole world and leave thousands homeless. Many others are left without work, this issue can create more violence. Some have killed their families because they don’t want them to live in poverty, they have just lost hope, and faith of course too. Because if they had faith they would pray to God help them, but in their situation, the shock they have received, their brain stops working and they took their own life. Others may become more violent and start to steal to feed their families, they don’t want to, but they have no choice, this kind of people are not dangerous like others, they became violent in a sudden way, under specific conditions, but with time they will be addicted to it.
Also, the people making dangerous weapons and the countries that make deals with each other to gain money; but the price they gain is different from the price that the victim will pay. Thousands of children’s souls, thousands of families torn apart, thousands of victims still alive but having lost their hands or legs, those who will pay the price are not those who sell the weapons. This kind of violence is the most dangerous, because the one who is violent is a whole country. This violence never looks in the child’s eyes begging for it to stop, or asking him about his parents who died in the war. To sell weapons and gain money, the more money gained means the more victims will have died without having the chance to know who was behind this. But the one behind this is a person who never knew God, his job is to kill and gain, he’s not concerned about the blood that‘s spreading everywhere, his concern is only to win the game.
Violence has so many faces, it runs at all levels, high and low. We might find a cure to those who are violent to their families or their friends, but when it comes to those who create wars and kill people without mercy we find ourselves paralyzed. We can’t do anything but pray that God will light their minds and make them realize that we all are human also, like them…
Whatever the kind of violence that people are facing, the victim is always a person, not a thing. A person that has feelings, a person from flesh and blood. When you hit someone or beat them, the tears they cry and the words they say to make you stop, and yet you continue beating them without thinking, then the devil’s spirit increases in your soul and mind. Why can you not stop and think about why they scream, why you feel you want to beat them, why you say words to harm them deeply and leave a painful trace that no one can ever erase. Look at their eyes, the tears they are crying, try to feel their pain and hear the words they are trying to say every time they raise their hands to cover their face to protect themselves. There is always words they scream – but you never hear.
“Please stop. I’m a human just like you!”
I always think about peace in my country, about getting over the blood and the bombs that killed hundreds of people, I say what if we live at last in peace… But I realized…It’s just a thought, only a thought…
I always think, about how this world is a mess, I think about poor people who live in poverty and suffer from illnesses. I wish some people could help them instead of spreading the violence in their countries. I wish some countries could give them the cure instead of spreading the disease… But I realized… it’s just a thought, only a thought…
I always think, about the scientists who discover new inventions every day, to ease other people’s daily lives, but the more they are creating easier and faster inventions, the more the lives of other people are rushing and loosing the sense of humanity… it’s as if they are in a very tiny village, but away from each other like earth and space…I wish if people could still have some of their traditions, and have control on their behavior, But I realized….It’s just a thought, only a thought….
I think about people who lives in the 1st world are as if they are in the 3rd world, and vice versa. I just hope they stop saying 1st world, 2nd and 3rd world, because the whole world is a combination of these three worlds… The poverty that is existing in the 3rd world is the same and sometimes worse in some countries in the 1st world….I wish if they just look at people from all the countries as human beings without looking at their background or from where they are coming, because it‘s not about the country, it’s about the human being…But I realized..It’s just a thought, only a thought….
I always think…What if some day, we switch on the TV, without watching a funeral of a martyr, without watching the mothers passing out.
In Iraq, soldiers are getting killed of all nationalities: US, Canadian, British, and many others. Their families are living the grief; they leave their own countries to die in other countries. Arabian soldiers, also die. They all die in the same countries, for the same reason, fighting terrorism… I wish if we could know who the real terrorist is. Maybe I know, but I wish, if they know… And I realized… it’s just a thought… only a thought
I think, but I guess I will stop thinking. I will start to pray, that someday, all these thoughts become facts, so that we can reduce the pain in this world, so that people get a chance to live in peace, and those who trade human organs, get some respect from humanity… I will stop thinking; I will start to pray that someday my wishes become true and not just stays as …Only a thought…
هذا هو زمني أيتها الحياة،زمن الكره والأحقاد
هذا هو وطني أيها الزمن ،وطن الانقسام والاغتراب
وطن الاستغلال وحب الأنا،وطن لا يشبه الأوطان…
غروب مع كل شروق وغروب بعد كل غروب،
هذا هو وطني أيها الزمن،وطن حُذفت من قاموسه كلمة الشروق
فغرق في عتمة الجهل والجحود…
الرحيلٌ أم الهروب؟؟ أيهما أختار؟؟
كأنني أختار ما بين الجحيم والنار….
أأرحلُ عن وطن لم يكن يوماً كباقي الأوطان
فأصبَح الآن بقايا وطن يحكمه الفساد…
أم أهرب بعيداً عنكَ أيها الزمن لكن الى أيّ زمن ألجأ؟؟
هل من زمن آخر غيرك،يحمل المحبة والأمان؟؟
أم أنكَ أنت نفسكَ في كل البلدان؟
كيف أرحل من جحيم وطن فاسد الى زمن حاقد
وكيف أهرب من زمن فاسد الى وطن هالك؟؟
كيف أختار بين الجحيم والنار؟؟؟
هذا هو وطني أيها الزمن الرديء،أصبح يُشبهكَ
وما زال لا يُشبه باقي الأوطان
هذا هو زمني أيتها الحياة الذي غيّر كل المقاييس
وخرّب عقول البشريّة فأصبحت تفكر بطريقة وحشيّة
هذا هو الزمن الذي أعيشه ،
زمن لا يعرف الانسان فيه معنى الانسانيّة
زمن امتدّت فيه الغابات لتطال كل المساحات الجغرافيّة
ووطني للأسف أصبح واحد منها….
هذا هو زمني أيتها الحياة الذي غيّر كل المقاييس
وغيّر معها وطني الذي خلتهُ سيبقى مختلف عن باقي الأوطان
لكنهُ خذلني وغرق في عتمة الجهل والفساد،
خذلني مرات عدة واصبح يشبه هذا الزمن الرديء ،يُشبهه كثيراً
ورغم أنهُ ما زال لا يشبه باقي الأوطان،
لكنهُ تحول الى وطن لا يُشبهُ وطني….
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