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Written by Baha Uliyan
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Wednesday, 27 May 2009 00:30 |
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terrible silence surrounding the place. Hala is putting on the scarf of awe and fear. Crying silently. A silent cry… a silent pain.Hala remembers everything. She remembers every single minute of her life with her brother, Basil. Recalling every present he brought her. She recalls his looks, his smiles. Recalling and crying but silently. She remembers the moment when they brought him home on the shoulders, then they left with his coffin to the Martyrs Cemetery. Afterwards she went to his room. She smelled his clothes and touched the beautiful presents he brought her last year on her birthday. Basil is gone. She raised her voice and cried out perhaps that he would hear her cry, but nothing happened.She whispered, perhaps he would hear her whisper, but nothing. She cried out in the room, she cried out in the living room, she cried out in her bed and she cried out everywhere, then she stopped. Her voice was gone. She has no voice anymore. She is unable to speak or cry out.Hala’s voice is gone. There is no use of a voice that cannot be heard. Hala is sad and quiet. Sitting near Basil’s bed with no voice, no hope and no brother. Written by: Maha Akel 13 years old Gaza StripMy First Book CompetitionTamer Institute for Community Education
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Last Updated on Thursday, 28 May 2009 19:38 |
