The voices became louder now and Akram slumped back behind the wall, now crying. Only tears rolled down his eyes, but no voice dare come out of his mouth. He heard some war-cries as the flock passed by him. He saw some swords pass by until one hung back. Standing just beside him was a daunting figure with a shinning blade in his hand. Akram's vision was so blurred by his own tears and the rain that he couldn't even see the figure clearly. He could only make out the movement of the blade by its shine. Akram was looking in the direction of his son, his eyes red - almost bloodshot, unperturbed by death standing four inches away from him. The blade rose up with a swoosh.
The figure, as soon as he raised his sword noticed the eyes of the man standing right in front of him. The man didn't beg for mercy, he didn't plead to be spared. He didn't fall to his knees or fold his hands. Yes, he was crying, but that wasn't out of the fear of being butchered into pieces because he knew what that looked like. He followed his prey's gaze and what he saw almost ripped his heart out. He saw a child sitting with his eyes closed, unaware of the devastation that he was (probably) sleeping in the middle of. Even with all the hatred inside him, he couldn't bring himself to bring his sword down on the man. He turned around and joined the flock, leaving the man and child to their fate.
When all was silent again, Akran ran. He held Wahab and ran in the house. He hugged him, kissed him and hugged him again. All the composure that he had kept in front of his son over the years, melted. He cried. He cried for the first time in front of Wahab.
Wahab saw a sight that he had never seen before. Abu was crying. He said, "Abu, please don't cry. I'm sorry, I promise I won't open my eyes again until you or the Sun wake me up."
Words couldn't do justice to what Akram felt at the moment so he just kissed that pretty little thing on the forehead and hugged him tightly.
The figure, as soon as he raised his sword noticed the eyes of the man standing right in front of him. The man didn't beg for mercy, he didn't plead to be spared. He didn't fall to his knees or fold his hands. Yes, he was crying, but that wasn't out of the fear of being butchered into pieces because he knew what that looked like. He followed his prey's gaze and what he saw almost ripped his heart out. He saw a child sitting with his eyes closed, unaware of the devastation that he was (probably) sleeping in the middle of. Even with all the hatred inside him, he couldn't bring himself to bring his sword down on the man. He turned around and joined the flock, leaving the man and child to their fate.
When all was silent again, Akran ran. He held Wahab and ran in the house. He hugged him, kissed him and hugged him again. All the composure that he had kept in front of his son over the years, melted. He cried. He cried for the first time in front of Wahab.
Wahab saw a sight that he had never seen before. Abu was crying. He said, "Abu, please don't cry. I'm sorry, I promise I won't open my eyes again until you or the Sun wake me up."
Words couldn't do justice to what Akram felt at the moment so he just kissed that pretty little thing on the forehead and hugged him tightly.
THE END
