Splinters of words

As I was going through my files, looking at the pictures my family and I took during the war, I found this among them. I remember I wrote it during the war… but I didn’t finish it then, and I didn’t want to finish it now.. i just didn’t want to change it, nor add on it.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” (Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities)

 

Phosphorus raining down like fires from hell, F16s and apaches’ hovering the skies all day, hundreds of people die every hour, every minute, every second.  It was the worst of times.

     

Family gatherings and reunions, making the best out of the worst situation, sometime playing, other times watching the news eyes wide open, countless prayers and approaches to God. It was the best of times.

Night, no electricity, Darkness all over, candle light, mothers hug their children tightly, and fathers listen to the radio very carefully to know where the bombings are, “maybe it’s near, or I think it’s here.” It was the season of darkness.

 It’s dawn, people get up happy that the sun is going to rise, erasing all the darkness, they pray; call God with His best names for the war to end. The sunshine lights the homes, mothers cook, fathers try to fill their time doing anything, and children talk about the ‘war’. It was the spring of hope.

“Listen! I hear F16. So?. It’s so near. They all are near. Uhh God. God.” Silence. Screams. All lost. it was the winter of despair.

 Father, are we going to die? I don’t know honey.. But what if we did, will we go to heaven?… we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way.

 

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