WE NEED TO UNITE!!!

(Samaha Zameer, )

THUD!!!! I fell somewhere on a crooked wet surface. Ouch! My hips ached. I dried my hands rubbing them against my shirt. I rubbed my eyes and opened them but it was all black. The second weird thing which concerned me was a voice, weeping. I stood up and walked towards the voice but I couldn’t find anyone.

The voice grew louder and I asked “Who is it?’’.There was silence… There was some pungent smell in the air which congested me from inhalation ‘’is something wrong with you?’’ I asked again. Silence… And then I felt like someone is beginning to say something. “Everything’s ...’’ I heard it.
“Who are you?’’ I asked. It was crying.
“What’s wrong?’’ I asked when there was no reply.
“I am bleeding’’
“Where are you?’’
“I am injured.’’
“Why? Who did it?’’
“What are you talking about?’’ I asked again.
It started crying with huge voice. I didn’t like the voice but somehow I wanted to console it.
“You know me but you don’t feel me. For you I am history. You consider me but you don’t love me....’’
The voice sobbed.
“What? ’’
“No.....’’ It continued with the weeping voice but was worse.
“Please tell me what happened with you?’’
The voice cried again “I see my people dying, losing their precious lives, they are slaughtered, wounded, ill-treated ’’
“ … ’’ I couldn’t speak.
“You speak but don’t do, you plan but don’t do, you say you love me but don’t do’’ the voice sobbed again. “And I will finish, where will you live, you will be destroyed’’ cry grew louder.
“The people who dreamed me, they planned and accomplished, they said and they did, and… they never said they love me … but they did.
“I came into your hands when thousands of my loved ones sacrificed’’ It said after a while “I was happy and sad as well, I cried then but not because they didn’t care but because they made me and sacrificed and I cry now because you are breaking me…’’
Tears crawled my already-wet-cheek.
“I am weak now; I cry all day long, everyday hundreds of my people are killed. Some lose their fathers, some mothers, some children, some sister, some brother and some very unlucky lose all.’’
The voice cried and cried and cried… even worse.
“I see people snatch women and sexually abuse them”
The voice now howled. And I cried too.
“I see men don’t respect women, everyone’s dividing, For saving themselves they forget their brothers, they forget that I would not have been built if there were no sacrifices, people forget they are Muslims, living in a Muslim country”
After crying for a second or two ... it spoke again.
“Don’t break and break me. I am, because you are. Unite and make me strong. Help your brother and God will help you. Sacrifice and I will be strong.”
The voice cried. I wiped my tears I wanted to promise but no words came out.
“You go now, spread my message”
Suddenly light strike my eyes and I looked around and found myself in my room curled up in my bed under my blanket. I felt my face wet and then it all appeared to my mind …
“It was the voice of my country”

Samaha Zameer
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