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MUM AM I GOING TO DIE?

Contributed by crazyn on Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 06:53:40 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



MUM AM I GOING TO DIE?

People dying
Kids crying
The elderly praying
The woman wishing.
Wishing she hadn’t let little Mohammed play outside.
He used to be her pride, she remembers the first time he spoke, and he said ALLAH!

That was his faith and it seems they killed him because of his words.
But the little boy didn’t even know that they could be people who were not Muslims in this world, his life was little and simple without any complications.
He thought this world was a beautiful place and the white men that came to his neighbourhood had come to save them from the satanic saddam.
But instead they were responsible for his death.
There was the picture……
A soldier standing there.
Allowing people to cross the road.
The moment the crowd stepped onto the tarmac.
He opened fire.
The boy tried to run back.
He shot him in the back.
The child fell on the tarmac he sensed the darkness.
He didn’t know what he had done wrong.
But he thought he was strong and he would get up soon.
Because mum always told him that.
That wasn’t the case; he left his mum behind in sorrow.
I am sure the little boy is playing on the swings of heaven. Rest in peace little boy you are brave.

Now revenge is the only thing on Omars mind
He wants to punish his little brothers murderers.
But it’s a difficult thing because they seem to be much stronger.
He also has to fight his inner conscience not to steel because of his hunger.
But it hurts most when you see your mum crying everyday when she sees your brothers toys.

There is no noise in the house and this silence is making Omar paranoid.
What will he do?





Copyright © crazyn ... [ 2006-09-26 18:53:40]
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Re: MUM AM I GOING TO DIE? (User Rating: 1 )
by poewhit on Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 08:24:23 PM AEST
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I was in VIET NAM -MY LIE others. It is just uncruel life. Let us worship GOD. He made the GOOD & EVIL to test us in the fire of life. PEACE-Let us come forth as refined GOLD in the fire of life.AND share eternity with GOD. Let us believe in GOD PEACE




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