Before It Scars Page #2

I wrote this story because it brings to light everything that has been going on in this world recently. I would like to raise awareness of the impact of war on children, since my heart hurts for them.

• Religion
• Short story
• Spirituality & New Age
• Fiction

								


“Amina, stop crying. We are going to be OK. I know the world seems to be a little scary right now, but we’ll get through this and as long as I am with you, I will not let anything happen to the both of us.”

“Promise, Mom?”

“I promise.”

     She offered to put on the radio for us as a distraction. Little did I know, the radio was about to become the answer to all my questions. As my mom switched between channels, she landed on Radio Tawasol. This is one of the best channels for pop songs nowadays, and it is incredibly popular amongst my friends too. “And 23 more were found dead this morning on Salah al-Din Gate Street, and this is the war’s latest update. Thank you, Yasmin, for your time this evening-”

     This one line was all I needed to hear, before my mom quickly switched to another channel. Salah al-Din Gate Street is where we live, no wonder I recognized that address so fast. This explained all those still people lying on the road, because of a war. What’s that?

“Mom, what’s a war?”

“Well, so much for keeping this from you... A war is like a fight between people, and there’s usually something that ignites it. It’s kind of like when you have fights with your friends. Every time you fight, you hurt each other’s feelings more and more. Over time it creates a scar and leaves things torn and broken. That’s why we’re moving to another place before it scars us.”

     She was trying her best to keep this from me, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it. Even though this war left me feeling frightened, I felt like an awful person for being so annoyed at her. And with that I dozed off, into a deep slumber. 

     Next thing I knew we arrived at “Egypt”. The weather was clear and it felt like a new beginning. There weren’t any ear piercing noises and it was quiet. Both my mom and I were being asked questions by some people with microphones. They offered us snacks and beverages as well as a place to stay. We were both called survivors.
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