Hoda visits her parents’ house location on a daily bases after being completely destroyed due to bombardment of Benish city to sit on the rubbles remembering her memories in it.
I was living with my parents in this house. Im a thirty-year-old single working as nurse in field hospitals where sometimes that I have to absents home days working continually at the hospital. At that day, my parents part from me before going work as if they had knew it would be the last time, of course they did not see that coming but something in they felt considering the fact that everyone in Syria knows he or she may not come back to die at any minute or even return to finde home rubbles.
Benish is one of revolutionary cities in Syria where it has been targeted repeatedly for its postion of the Syrian Revolution.Hoda sometimes is seen sitting alone while in another crying talking about her loss and how she miss her patents: ” I phoned my patents before targeting our home by warplanes at which my dad was getting ready to pray where I talked to him asking him to pray for me; while I could not talk that much to mom who was busy cooking in the kitchen , so I told her I would call back again not knowing that it would be the last call. It was so due to barrel bombs targeting the house. I could not keep my word to call her back .. where everyday I pick up the phone hoping pointlessly to her voice again.”
She sits on what is left of the barn walls pointing with shaking hands to the ground “what’s left of my father body lie here”, she inhaled in grieve to proceed : “days after the incident , I was able to find my dad’s smell in the house rubbles as if he were still living there. Everybody consider me I went crazy for believing that I was managed to find my dad’s smell. A voice inside told me he is here which turn to be right ; searching closely I found under piles of stones a limb in his praying spot. It was my father right forefinger. I hold decently and buried it in plants vissel which he and I grew so these plants will bloom with his blood after he had used to water it for years.
So many broken hearts are there in war stories ; thousands of families have been displaced due to continual shelling on Syrian cities and towns. Hoda sum up saying in tears :” Roses will bloom and watered with our martyrs’ blood and soul”.
by Aya Radwan
Translated by Sabah Najem
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