دجن دعجة

Blackness obscures my sight, the sound of people hiding around me, air collides with my face. Wait, where is he to comfort me? I feel a coldness entering my nose, my body hurts, and it seems like a liquid pumping from my head, pumping from my head. Soft sands walk beneath my feet. Walk? No, I don't think so. I am moving forward, but I am not walking. Something on my forehead bothers me; I think it's my hair. I want to push it away, but I don't think my hand belongs to me. And suddenly, the light around me returned, and a bucket of water was poured over my face to wake me from my forgetfulness. Why are my hands tied behind me? And where are my shoes? I feel a prickling of thorns under my feet, and blood on my chest. Are you from my head? What happened to me? And where is my grandmother? And where am I? I didn't see myself among enemies who entered my house. I see men gathered around me and soldiers shouting at me. Wait, is that my father? Why is he standing among my enemies? He is heading towards me with a gun aimed at me. Dad, what are you doing? Wait! Why can't I hear my voice? They have gagged me. And my father is approaching me, with an intent in his eyes to kill me. What are you doing among them, Dad? And why are you coming to kill me? Have you forgotten me? I can't speak, but look into my eyes; you will surely remember me. Something exploded from my hand.