13 Friday 2015
"Did you hear that?"
"Is it true?"
"Hey, Amira!”
In between all these talks I heard someone calling me it was Hanna. "Hanna, what going on, what are these people talking about and where is the Professor?"
I eagerly attacked her with my questions. "Amira calm down. I have no idea what going on here, people are saying that someone wants the school shut. So teachers and other staff have gone to sort out the matter." said Hanna.
"But, who are these people?” "No one knows that".
For the past few years we had been facing war like situation but somehow we did not have much impact. Though everyday news came of different bombing and the amount of people dead, my family and Hanna’s family decided not to move.
Hanna was like my sister, my sister from another mister, my best friend. Many people moved out of the place and even moved to different country hearing these news every day.
I could feel my heart beat and suddenly someone shouted, "Everyone run”.
We had no idea where the voice came from or who said it. Everyone was equally shocked hearing it and then suddenly one of our teachers appeared and said the words again.
And then the most shocking incident happened in my life till that point of time, a bunch of solders walked in and shot the professor cold blooded.
He died in front of my eyes.
It was the start, just the start.
The soldiers then made us lie on the ground and warned us if we try to make any movement or any attempt to call for help they would kill us. Everyone believed them, because everyone saw what he just did to the professor. We stayed there for at least an hour or so. The time spent was not in peace, we heard many voices of people speaking and shooting. The only thing on my mind was my brother
Anxiety and fear was present in everyone present there.
My hands were filled with sweat and I was rubbing them against my thigh. It was very common, and as I keep thinking what was actually happing, suddenly shooting started.
My heart started beating faster than it normally did. Shooting continued and suddenly it stopped. During the small fight, we did not only experience fear, but the thought we were breathing our last breath took over each person’s mind, soul and heart. Many people shouting and yelling was also heard as the shooting took place, but now everything was calm.
It seemed like nothing ever took place but I knew it would never be the same again.
And then this boy aged not more than my brother’s age about 16 or so was dressed in black and had a court on, it was not a normal one but a one with bombs fitted in. There was a term used to describe such people, it was…..
Was…..
He was a suicide bomber.
There was nothing such great about it as it occurred at almost every area once in a week and youngsters are often the bait for such crime. But the fear that he will blow up and at any moment we all would be dead made everyone’s heart beat twice and fear consumed every part of my body.
The suicide bomber said “be happy and rejoice for we are going to meet god soon”. And he switched on the timer, which was fixed for 3 minutes. And it began ticking,
2:30 seconds – Many ideas about stopping the bomb entered my head.
2:10 seconds- Ever Plan got analysed inside my brain.
2:00 seconds- Every persons reactions was analysed.
1: 50 seconds- Held my hand out to Hanna and held it tight.
1: 40 seconds- Turned towards her and hugged her. The thought that it was the last time rushed through every cell in my body.
1:30 seconds - Turned towards the bomber to understand his expression, but he had a blank expression. But he kind of seemed happy.
1.10 second- Thought passed in, “At least someone is happy for dying”
1 minute/ 60 seconds – The beautiful sky filled with stars came flashing towards me.
50 seconds- My family, My Mom and My Dad.
40 seconds- My friends, Hanna came flashing to me. All the moments we shared.
30 seconds- My Brother Jacob came to my brain. I could not imagine him getting hurt. He loves me and I love him. Memories of him went through my brain for the last time. As tears scrolled down my checks.
20 seconds- I could think of nothing, but felt a tight grip of my hand. It was my Math teacher and she indicated something but I couldn’t understand. She was one of the best young teachers in school but it seemed like she was next to me for a long time but I did not realise that due to everything going around here.
10 seconds- I was goanna die. I thought.
“No you’re not, at least not today.” she said as she got up and ran towards the corner of the room taking me, Hanna and some other students along.
5 seconds- The suicide bomber prepared the gun to be fired and aimed it at us but we kept on running.
3 seconds- He fired the gun.
2 seconds- we reached the corner and fell, taking cover.
The bomb went off, and everything turned black.
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and then Add to home screen.