Remember the good times
The scream awoke her and she hurried out of bed. The war had come!
"Djaq! Djaq where are you?" her twin was nowhere to be seen. Quickly she dressed and raced downstairs. Not bothering to take on her veil, what did it matter anyway? If they were all going to die!
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw the horrible acts of the Englishmen. Why were they doing it? Did they really hate her people so much? For what reason? All this bloodshed because both Christians and Muslims claimed Palestine to be their Holy Land. Well… the Jews too to be honest! Why couldn't people just accept that it was everybody's holy land?
"Mind you Safiyah! This war would never have started if people could just share! Actually our fates aren't that much different! We believe in all the old Jewish prophets, as do the Christians! The only different is that they don't acknowledge Ishmael! And that the Christians believe the prophet Isa to be the saviour something both us and the Jews refuse to! Still… that's not a reason for a war there has claimed thousand of innocent people!"
Her father was a good man. Taking care of his children when their mother had succumbed to a disease some years ago and even allowed his daughter to help on the field with tending to the wounded when it became clear she had more talent than her brother.
Djaq and Safiyah; twins, looking alike but different as night and day.
Hiding she could only watch in horror as one of the Englishmen severed her father's head with a direct blow. But when Djaq was hit in the stomach she had to bite her knuckles hard, not to scream. When the battle was finally over she stumbled out of her hiding place and kneeled besides her brother.
"Djaq… Djaq…" sobs shock her body as she held her bleeding twin. He reached up and stroke her cheek lightly.
"Remember… remember the good times!"
