''a dream of Syrian child''

this story is a based on a true one, unfortunately .

        Awaking in the dawn, seeing the sun rayon’s reflecting on the dazzling snow crystals as they were creating sparkling gems that can magnetize  the eyes with their gorgeousness, inhaling the fresh air wafts ,running swiftly ;while feeling freedom mingling into his soul ,playing with the snow balls ,beat and being beaten by the snow ,taking pictures with the virgin white nature and sensing the snow for the first time in his life.

          These were his innocent dreams .He had always wished to be able to see the snow covering his entire town. He had always wished that snow would shade the sorrow of his town with the innocence of the snow whiteness .He had always wished that one day all the grieves, sadness and agonies of the towns’ people will disappear for even just one day; when they all will be happy with the fall of the snow, when they will be all glad, when they will all forget about what they have lived, what they are living and what they will live. He had always wished that for just one day all the town will be able to stop thinking about the past, the present and the future .He yearned that, they will be able to live the moment itself without floating between the souvenirs of their spiteful past and the wishes of their foggy future  .He believed that all this will just happen ,if the snow comes to the town .He believed with his naiveness that the snow is magical and that it can craft marvels that he had always wished them to happen, but not all dreams can came true .

      Snow had come, the town became white, all the spots of the blood were cleaned, all the destructed houses were swathed with different layers of snow, and all the pictures of the demolition were sheathed with whiteness .Everything was white like he had just wished it to be .Snow was like magic as he imagined it to be, but only this time it was a black one that had bewitched all the refugees in town with a black spell that they will never forget .Snow came; it covered everything including people ,it made people think only of the present moment just because they were afraid that each moment will be their last one .There was not any time offered for them to think about anything ;the only thing that they were thinking of, is whether they will be dying out of hanger or cold .instead of brining life and happiness to the refugee's campus or as he loved to call it'' our town '',it only brought more deaths ,heart twinges’ and pain .There was no smell of blood in the air ;it was only the smell of death drifting all over the place .

        He was there in his father’s lap .He was a handsome little boy with brown nice hair and big brown sparkling eyes. He was smart active and a life lover .He knew all the facts about his country, he knew that no one can solve their problems apart from them and he knew that he was just a refugee in that place ,but he could only offer to love it .He called that campus my town. He had only loved it because he lived in it with the rest of his friends; all his family members were killed and the smell of their blood was still fresh in his small nose .He was happy to be accompanied by them and he had always wished that one day snow will cover the place and all of them will play happily and forget about all what that they witnessed .Snow came, but in his own way .People in that town were living in tents .when snow came all of them were destructed. Cold blend with their bodies .No heat was there ,no food nothing but death .many people who have made him love the place died .One after the other .Most of them died because of cold .In that night cold decided to be even colder ;everything was freezing .his father put him in his lap and hugged him .he found no other way to keep him warm inside their tent that only quarter of it was left .A candle was accompanying their cold lowliness .His father was holding him tightly till he was able to hear the beats of his heart that were louder than the bombs that he used to hear  .The little child looked at his father and tears started to fall from his eyes “Daddy, I will not wish anymore for snow I promise .you know daddy I m seeing mom ,sister and my brothers .all of them are waiting for me there .dady I do not want to leave alone but I cannot resist anymore.dad I wish that grieves are not cold “.the candle’s light was gone the breaths of the child vanished and all what the father could hear was the sound of his heart beats and the calm .Hakim was gone once and for all ;his last wish was having a warm grieve .His father kept just sitting there and staring at his sons’ body .It was frozen ,blue and cold .He was not able even to bury him even earth was frosty .Some children are even deprived from the smallest pleasures of life ,if Hakim had a house and if those refugees had a town .He would have enjoyed the snow ,but ifs cannot be enough to make lives turn back to those who have lost it .

 

 

 

Reviews

[Eve S.]

Well, that's a touchy piece of writing, with many heart-breaking passages. I appreciate the smooth move from one paragraph to the other, which, together with the gloomy overall tone, added to the coherency of your short story.

However, you should pay more attention to punctuation and grammar rules, which all of us, aspiring writers, have to strictely respect, if we really want to take our style to the next level.

I thank you for sharing, Bella, and encourage you to keep writing !

Kisses