A window in the second floor

A window in the second floor


By: Selma Sherif





1:Home on valentine's day :


''Boom'' blew the guns in the road, oh is love lost forever more? But is that so? Am I sure? as there's light piercing from that window in the second floor. I wonder what that light is? Can it be found in such a death filled morning? As the city of Baghdad swum in the seas of tears death and hope. How come when it is the same citty that was once called the land of dawn?!


I felt drawn to that shivering light... back in the second floor. As Mohamed opened his eyes with a smile that made all that misery go. The first thing on his mind was his sister did she have a good night and all? She woke thinking the same about Mohamed as she happily knocked on his door. Together they went to their parents and said '' happy valentine day'' loving eyes met happy smiles and love filled the whole place. their love was a light that brightly shone, the place where I stood wondering alone





2:The terrible prediction


Together Mohamed and his sister carrying the valentine presents and colorful balloons. She headed to her college and he took his bus to school, both hoping to spend a happy valentine's day, with friends and away from harm. when she arrived in her college her best friends were waiting for her, together they headed to the college café for some cold drinks before lecture begins. All avoiding any eye contact with that information board as instead announcing field trips and holidays, everyday it announced the death of an Iraqi friend.


Afterwards they headed to their lectures waiting impatiently for them to end so they can begin the celebration. After only two hours which seemed as long as two years for the friends they were hurrying outside the lecture rooms. Smiling and mocking their teacher's thick glasses they prepared the place for the party. Suddenly Dina's heart pounded and her soul shivered. As if that pain ran through her bodies and reflected in her eyes, as crystal tears appeared in them. Tenderly her friend said'' sweetie, what’s wrong? '' 'I don’t know' as her answer, I just feel like my heart will never be happy again ''. An ocean of love comforting in it's soft waves, showed in the eyes of her best friend as she gave her a sweet embrace '' how could you say that when we're right here with you? Think of Mohamed isn’t he enough for you?





3:The deep pain


As they were talking the rest of the friends left their party place. As they saw the crowd gathering around that board. As they headed there in their heart there was a prayer. A different prayer with every religion but all asking for the same'' god please don't make it one of our friends, we've already lost two yesterday''. As they approached the board they heard that name, that name of the boy they all loved along with the words god rest his soul. The music, the flowers, the presents and smiles all seemed to weep for him.


Back in the party place Dina and her friends found themselves alone. So they went after their friends following the same rood, experiencing the same feelings. The minute the got there they heard mixed sounds: cries, tears, curses and goodbyes. Then all voices melted. Faded without making any sense. She felt an arm around her back and a voice saying words she couldn’t get .it was her best friend gazing with tears in her eyes. And many other sorrowful faces she couldn’t recognize''


Suddenly it was all clear. The name stood on the information board in front of her eyes. Trembling as she read the letters M o h a m e d . then it all flashed in her mind, his innocent hopes his childish smiles. Like his eyes were looking out from the papers, gazing into hers. Their tears mixed then he gave her a smile which was like a sad melody in her bleeding heart. She felt him say:


''don’t worry, we wont be apart. I had to leave because my country had to survive. With my blood I shall hope that one day the Iraqi sun will rise Today is a day of love


all through the world, when people promise to keep their love safe and all. I made my promise seventeen years ago that I wont live a day when my love lacks life. My love is what I died for, I just waited because I couldn’t find a more glorious day to ask you to love me until your time fades. So think of me sis the day the sun will rise and tell the story of my love with a smile.





His words locked the tears in her eyes and she heard her broken heart say:


'' yes my brother your soul still lives here, wondering in the shadows of the sunset sun, relaxing by the river. Lighting the streets with faith and insistence, filling our hearts with love and resistance''. Tearful were her friends around. As they returned to their lectures with four letters on their minds '' Iraq, Iraq the one country we shall serve with our education, knowledge and development. These are the secrets to our strength.





3: A strengthened broken heart


At the end of the day she walked back to her home alone. She stopped at the bus stop wishing to find his happy face. She walked with pride that she's probably In the only place on earth where we can celebrate valentine's day. As Mohamed taught her the essence of love and the concept of faith .At home she waited for her mother to return from work. After a shot time she they met at the door. Without a word their eyes met. Softly her mother hugged her and their tears were locked in their hearts. They stayed like that for long.





And many times have I come to check on that girl. Who has made a great deal for herself in her country that shall live forever more I 've watched her teach in college, I've watched her write books that the whole world admired and read. I've watched her love her country and love other countries too. I've watched her hate cruelty and respect peace and mercy.





5:The light in the second floor


So now, I don’t wonder anymore, like I did before as I know that this light has to be found in death filled mornings. And that it's nothing but the light of faith and life that shall always burn in the land of dawn. And never shall it fade or die no more.


Just like it keeps burning in that window in the second floor.

شكرا ياسلمى عل كتاباتك الرائعه الممتميره ..... نرجوا المزيد

اتمنى لك كل التوفيق فى المستقبل على ابداعات الرائعه والمتميزه واحساساك عالى ومرهف ياسلمى اتنبأ لك بمستقبل رائع فى عالم الادب ان شاء الله وبالتوفيق يابيبى .........


شروووووووووق

Thats a really nice story i saw it in teenstuff is it the same one

أنا شفت القصة ده في عدد من مجلت Teenstuff

i didnt know that this was in teenstuff but i deserve to be in it Thank u i really liked the part when she heard his voice between the cloudys.

على فكره ياجماعه سلمى هى كاتبه كل هذه البداعات الادبيه سواء فى المنتدى الانجليزى او مجله Teenstuff

انها بجد مبدعه وعلى فكره هىكمان تتمتع بخلق رفيع شكرا لك حبيبتى وربنا يحفظك وشكرا مرور كل الاعضاء الاعزاء