The military is in my Bedroom!!http://goo.gl/5VzbhDawn has not yet arr
 

30-07-12 06:37 PM

The military is in my Bedroom!!
http://goo.gl/5Vzbh

Dawn has not yet arrived – the calmness outside is fading away – my children are sound asleep, I was about to fall asleep too. I kissed them goodnight and recited some verses from the holy Qura'an to protect them, then I laid my worn out body and surrendered to sleep.

It's the door… and every thing behind it

is collapsing … except me! they have broken into my room.. they were more than 40, some of them wearing military uniform and some were hooded carrying different kinds of weapons , I only know guns. Oh.. they were holding patons which they beat people with. They dragged me from my neck, pointing a gun at me and they said

" don't be afraid, we are the police"

" overwhelmed ) not ( drugged) was the best word to describe my situation at that moment. What's more, was that moment –when I was trying to collect myself to cover my hair and parts of my body , but I had no choice.

I couldn't even breath, my heart started to crawl. All I knew, was that that human being was replaced with a brutal one, I recognized that when they stepped into my house, and I had to be someone else, other than myself.

" They dragged me in front of my family and children, my husband and father" everybody was watching but couldn’t do anything" who can do, any way??"

How can I forget such a terrifying night? How can I forget those hooded gunmen? Those batons? The astonishment that has been haunting my memory??? How can I forget these??

I needed to do too much to get rid of such bad memories, I won't. I will have to come up with tools to forget such bad memories. Their image is always in my imagination. I want to open the window of life but their brutality has broken my childrens' wings of happiness preventing them from growing. The hidden pain has stolen everything from me, their images are now questions:

All those hoods, what was their role ?

To kill me??

And what is my role?

To stay steadfast? Is it??

What happened was too painful, who can ever imagine the pain? And who can tell who can tolerate the pain?

Is it possible that we invent another heart that is capable of tolerating more?

All I know is that I will live for the sake of this country:
The more I get hurt the more I will stay steadfast.

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