Love or War by Asmaa Nada

eyes which reflected the flames explaining their strange color which was between bright gray and closer to the color of silver. Then he got up and walked away from the house and all the men followed him. Yes he was a young man no more than fifteen years old and despite his childish appearance all the men... As soon as he shouted at them to follow him outside they quickly carried out the order. I was looking at them while covering my mouth with my hand and tears streaming from my eyes. I did not understand what happened or why.
Much time passed and silence and darkness prevailed in the place except for the moonlight that seeped through the windows into the house. That light gathered around my fathers body lying on the ground drowning in his blood. I crept out of the corridor slowly approaching my fathers body. I held his hand cold as ice. I could not look. To his face but my eyes did not look away from the blood covering the ground. My body was trembling and my voice choked inside. I held my fathers hand to my body as I removed the watch from his wrist. I pledged inside myself to never forget this symbol of the snake that was tattooed on the killers arm.
I vowed that one day I would take revenge and then return to this house. I succeeded in removing the watch then I went under the piano as my mother told me and took the box and snuck out of the house but I stopped at the door for a while looking back at the house that was once filled with warmth. The regime had abandoned it that day and then I started running through the dark streets until I reached the nearest bus stop.
I sat on the wooden sofa and waited until the first rays of day appeared and the doubledecker bus that my mother had told me about came. Then I got on and gave the driver the fare. He looked at me in astonishment and asked me Am I okay and what is this blood? I did not answer and sat on the chair until we reached the area where my aunt lives. I moved forward dragging my feet. I felt the heaviness increase and increase in my eyelids. I knocked on the door of the house and heard my aunts voice screaming saying
What is this who did this to you and where is your father?
The sound stopped and the darkness embraced me as if welcoming me. This is the last thing I remember that day.
فتحت عيني ثم وضعت الصندوق في درج مكتبي بجانب السرير وأخذت حبة منومة حتى أتمكن من النوم.