the unborn child

the unborn child(Mursan Hasyami) The unborn child

Why are you crying mother?
It is because of me isn't it? I cannot help it mother because I am not born yet you know. I am still in your precious womb but only two months to go now. I know that you are going though an enduring pain but I promise you, when I am older, I will always care for you and protect you, as your body has done for me for the past seven months; Keeping me alive.

Why do you not sing anymore mother?
I miss your beautiful melodies, all I hear now is your crying; or maybe you do sing however I cannot hear you because of the loud crashes and banging in the background. It seems like thunder, like there is always a storm; a storm that goes on throughout the night.

What are these terrible noises mother?
I have heard many different sounds recently and none of them sound very nice. Besides the loud crashing and banging, I also hear young children crying and screaming for their own mothers and fathers. It sounds as if they are lost children desperately searching for care, but where could their parents have disappeared to? I think maybe it has something to do with the storm.

What happened to father, mother?
Last week I remember hearing father shouting. Shouting at someone although I do not think it was you. He was screaming at the top of his lungs “free Palestine, free Gaza!” over and over again. That day I heard an unfamiliar voice. The voice seemed to be talking to someone else, but not father. He shouted “shoot him down!” ‘BANG!’ Father went quiet after that. I have not heard his voice since that day. I think maybe they were playing a ‘bang’ game and father went away with his new friends for a while, but he will be back mother, I know it.

Why does it sound like hell, mother?
I sometimes wonder that there is so much pain and agony in this world. Children are crying, lost and heading deeper into the darkness of despair. Mothers are screaming desperately searching and unable to get over the tragedy of their missing children. The loud, scary noises seem to put everyone on edge. This is how I imagine hell to be like; pain, despair, agony, and loss any painful word would most likely have connotations with hell. That is what I hear.

Is this a movie, mother?
Now and again I think that maybe you are watching a movie; movie that goes on for weeks and weeks. That is why you no longer sing to me, because you are mesmerized in this movie of pain. But I only think this to myself to make it sound less scary, I can think of many other theories too hoping that they are true. But I know it is real life; the screams, the crying, the loud noises coming from bombs and missiles, I think. I feel the heat of a burning country. I see through your eyes a pile of rubble and ash that once used to be our home. But now we hide out here. Alone and afraid.

Is father back, mother?
I hear voices, familiar voices. Yes! It is father’s friends, the ones that like playing ‘Bang!’ I told you father would come back...oh wait, I don’t hear his voice. He must be hiding too, these people saved him and now they are coming to save us! I hear your crying again mother. ‘Shoot her down!’ they want to play mother, no need to be afraid. ‘BANG’.

Why do I feel so cold, mother?
I feel all your blood rushing out of your body. I don’t like this game. Please don’t lie down, mother. I know you’re tired but you cannot sleep now. It’s getting colder inside here. Is it winter already? I hear the voices again, one is saying, ‘bomb the place down.’ Wait...bomb? That is what makes the loud noises I think. I guess this isn't a game after all. Don’t be afraid mother; we will finally meet, maybe not here, but definitely in heaven. Soon now, mother. Very soon.
‘Fire!’