Haunting Eyes, She Wished To Posses Once More.
She stood here once upon a time, in the National Gallery in front the Oedipus painting remember the story of the Greek tragedy. As the last few words of the story slipped away from her nervous lips. She turned to look up at his God sent face, eyes which strangled her to the point of death as each look stole her breath away so effortlessly.
The moment, would turn out to be the most happy moment of her life, a moment so quick, so beautiful, but too frightening. That single moment, she could feel his ever present eyes on her, but this time his eyes on her came with something that would haunt her for the rest of her days to come, thunder on a little flower, a noose on a child neck, a creature of the world being skinned alive.Yes the feeling was painful, as it brought her heart so much pain. She know it was so beautiful, it was as if God let her for once in her simple, sad and content life to be happy. This was her moment and she would never forget it, even if she wanted to.
As he peered down on her she could feel his emotions flood every component of her, heart mind body and soul. A high current of electronic pricked her soul, which left a mark for her to forever remember who her heart belonged too.
She looked up. Later regretting the quarter second she looked as a life time wouldn’t have enough.
Her eyes shut.
Finally his sweet, soft loving voice made her scared virgin lips yearn for him.
"I’ve never wanted to kiss someone, as I have in this moment".
His hand slid and curves her back too tight for her to breath but it didn’t matter as the exchange of gases were impossible in that moment.
He held her, and held her and the moment never grew old.
He chose a moment to loosen his grip on her and she his knew she had to face his ever beautiful eyes.
She knew and never forgot.
She knew and never forgot, this was the moment.
She knew and never forgot, this was the moment, she was in the love.
The moment which she questioned “Is it better to love and lose, then to never have loved at all?”.
The Genoicde of Halabja.
“Like figures unearthed in Pompeii, the victims of Halabja were killed so quickly that their corpses remained in suspended animation,”
“There was the plump baby whose face, frozen in a scream, stuck out from under the protective arm of a man, away from the open door of a house that he never reached.
“Nearby, a family of five who had been sitting in their garden eating lunch was cut down — the killer gas not even sparing the family cat, or the birds in the tree which littered the well-kept lawn.”
Richard Nicholas Beeston; was a foreign reporter for the Times newspaper and the first reporter on the ground after the genocide of Halabja on the 16th March 1988.
The Halabja Massacre, otherwise called Bloody Friday, was a genocidal massacre against the Kurdish people that took place during the closing days of the Iran–Iraq War in the Kurdish city of Halabja, Southern Kurdistan.
The order were given by Saddam Hussein’s brother, Ali Hassan al-Majid, also known as ‘chemical Ali’ for obvious reasons, bombed the city of Halabja to topple all the buildings, to expose the Kurds to the open air, then came a mixture chemical gases, mustard gas, and several types of nerve gas; sarin, tabun and cyclosarin (My mother, says the gases smelt of sweet apple). Apart from those who immediately died, the later effects of the chemicals included blindness, vomiting, blisters, convulsions, and asphyxiation.
This atrocity killed about 5,000 people and injured about 10,000, mainly women and children, this attack has been the worst gas attack in history.
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A perfect day is when you see your mother laugh in a moment of absolute happiness.