ENJOY YOUR FOOD! by- Sniper- Hunger crept upon the ten year old Yasser so painfully that he knew he could bare no more. He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands to minimize the fire in his belly while his young sister cried out for her Mama... "Stop crying Muna! you are always crying..Mama will be back..", he swallowed.. 'just hope that Mama will be back soon.. maybe even with some bread and water' he thought with a ray of hope... Soon? how soon was 'soon'? his mind raced.. it was nearly the end of the second day since Hafizah (Yasser's and Muna's Mama) had left home in an attempt to search food and water. "Why is Mama taking so long Yasser?",Muna asked, as soon as her tears had dried up.. Yasser looked at her wishing she would stop talking...She was dead tired alright. No wonder, they had barely slept in the absence of their Mama. The final loaf of bread and the pot of water their Mama had left them with were nearly over... "When will Papa come back Ho- she started... "soon!", Yasser cut off her question. Well, that was how his Mama replied to him when he asked about the return of his loving dad.He remembered his mother saying with tears in her eyes- ''Papa will be back next month..he went to town for business...he will come back soon'' Muna eyed the few dry bread crumbs left and the small amount of water in the pot. She knew that she had to wait till her Mama came back to share them with her, and Yasser. Where was mama?? She never took this long. Muna began to cry again. "Come home Mama, come soon..I dont want food or water, i just need you.." Yasser hugged his little sister. he too felt the same..he didnt care about his hunger anymore.He cared for his sister...and his mother whom he so badly wanted to be back at home... --- THE PREVIOUS DAY- Hafizah had made it. She had walked nearly 16 kilometers and many hours in the scorching sun...and then bustling and fighting her way in the queue...almost being crushed by the crowd of starving people, all carrying pots and bottles... She knew it was worth it though..Her pot was now full of water and she had received a loaf of bread from the 'kind people over there'. Someone had told her that this was a 'relief aid organization' by foreign countries to help the needy and suffering people of this country. 'Well, at least some people care', she thought. 'May Allah bless them..' and she started to make her long walk back to home, to her hungry and waiting kids... Hafizah bit back the thought that she should make this arduous trip every two days in the least as she was out of food supply, broke, and left without a husband... her dear husband who was rotting in the city jails somewhere... She would never forget how she witnessed the military forces beating him to pulp and dragging him from his shop after burning the shop down. Hafizah's attempts to save her husband from those monsters had gone in vain as she was struck down by one soldier..she heaved a sigh. All this happened 2 months ago; yet it seemed so near. Her husband's shout of help still echoed inside her , and his bloody face was still etched in her mind... she shook off the memory and wiped her hot tears. Her children were under the impression that their Papa was in town for business. She would have to tell them the bitter truth sooner or later..Her innocent husband, Sa'ad was good as dead... Six more kilometers to go. Her legs were already aching; as were her hands and hips... the weight of the water-filled pot weighed down on her. She took a shortcut through a 'recently bombed' market and walked through when suddenly she came to a halt! she heard male voices coming around the corner. There was no place to hide; she knew it was no use running if the men were whom she thought they were... Moments later, her fear was confirmed and she was surrounded by greedy eyes...like bloodhounds about to pounce on their prey.. one of them hit her head with his rifle butt and she fell to the ground; half concussed and writhing in pain as they stripped her off and started to assault her. She did not and could not struggle(the fatigue and the pain were taking its toll). even if she did struggle, she knew that they would kill her for sure... then who would look after Muna and Yasser?? these were the thoughts running in her mind as she was being taken brutally by the three 'bloodhounds'.. when they had finished and she lay crumpled and torn on the dusty ground, one of them stood over her with a gun aiming at her head.. Hafizah pleaded.. "i have two children at home...please..i must look after them, they are young..your people took away my husband too. Please let me go! please... Her voice was drowned in maniacal laughter as the person holding the gun said, "to Hell with you and your family, bitch!" Hafizah's last thought were for her waiting children and her husband.. tears rolled down from her eyes as she imagined her children starving with no food and none to help them. She murmured a final prayer to her Lord as she heard the trigger being pulled.. Her last image her eyes rested upon was that of the now dusty loaf of bread and the empty pot of water; both lying a few feet away from her. ----- Yasser held Muna in his arms. They both were staring out of the window...silently staring at the distance...desperately hoping for a figure to appear ... as the Sun slowly sets in the land of SYRIA... "Another day of Hunger, Another day of Doom, The innocent ones in Syria are burdened, Their voices cry out- 'ENJOY YOUR FOOD' --------- To all the readers - This is not a bedtime story..true, it is a fiction of sorts, but this is the reality which is happening in Syria for almost two years now. 'Over 100.000 people killed 6500 kids killed 8000 women killed 200.000 missing / detained 500.000 people wounded. 1.5 million refugees outside Syria 5 million people displaced inside Syria 7.5 million people have no support 500.000 houses destroyed and millions starving' Food has become a severe scarcity at present. While we around the world are having more than enough to eat and drink, the ones in Syria are left with nothing! 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