He came to me with eyes seething in anger and
hatred. He wanted to hurt me with some modern weapon in his hand. The night was
dark as the skin of a cobra, hissing through the sounds of winds.
My baby was
sleeping peacefully in my arms. He gave a look to us and something changed in
his eyes. I could see it was compassion. Yes, it could not have been anything
different. His hand lowered for a second and then came a voice, “They didn’t
show pity on our women and kids”. His love suddenly vanished and the anger came
surging back. In a flash I heard the blast and two holes pierced in our bodies.
My baby died quietly in my arms but I died with my eyes on him. There was no
anger or hatred in his gaze, but pain lot of pain. Pain that connected me to
him in my final breath and I forgave him.
I wish our deaths soothed his pain but I knew it
only got increased. He’ll understand that but it will be too late. Until he meets me
again in some other world!
