Salwa rains burning tears
In the blackness of the night, and in a very isolated corner, she sat all alone leaning on the dried trunk of a palm tree. She sat emotionless as a statue carved from pain and sorrow. She sat and a dead silence wrapped itself around the place. A lifeless world. But a hot tear rolled violently down Salwa's cheek and cut its stillness. A single tear rolled then was followed by many burning tears.
Salwa sat and her memories haunted her. Here in this place and under this trunk, the laughter of happiness had arisen long ago. A little child and her lovely father were playing under this tree. He called to her, "Come on my sweetheart. Your mother's waiting for us. Let's go". She replied in her childish voice, "Not yet, Dad. Let's play a bite more. I want to play, please Dad. Please". He insisted that they must go, but she was a stubborn child. She felt that she was saying farewell to playing forever and that she was saying goodbye to her darling father with it. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and started walking. He was singing for her as he always used to do. She was on cloud nine.
He left her at home with her mother and went away. He went away. But he never returned. Maybe he came back but as a body with no soul. A corpse or maybe dispersed portions.
He died in an extremely awful accident.
Salwa cried and wailed. She said goodbye to her father and her playing which was buried with him in his grave.
Since that day, Salwa always visits this palm trunk which recaptures her sadness. She always visits it to return to her painful memories.
She woke up and her tears poured. They fell heavily cleaving their way down Salwa's cheeks. Grieved Salwa.
The silence stopped. The stillness vanished. And a dim sound started rising. Moan followed by cry and wail.