Day after day she watched as the bombs landed somewhere in the distance, not too far from her shelter, destroying her city and all she stood for. The vast valleys surrounding her with their beauty unmatched by any other place were slowly becoming a victim of the brutality of other men. Men she watched with trepidation in her eyes, yet was somehow unable to despise. For when she offered them tea or water, she saw in their eyes a nothingness and hollowness like none she had ever witnessed before. Above all she pitied them and feared for their souls, for they were mere puppets, following orders of a superior power, bound by an oath too powerful to overrule.
She spent the days tending her sick and injured babies, struggling so hard to fight a battle with an end so imminent. But she refused to give up. The dreams of a better life were forever alive within her heart. And as she lay down on the stretch of hard ground at the close of a long hard day, looking up at the stars, she recalled all that her mother had taught her so many years before.
Years she remembered with such clarity and depth as though it were only yesterday. Those times when she used to sit on the front step of her tiny house, watching the sun go down as she waited for her daddy to come home. He would come walking down the dusty road, so tall and handsome. He would swing her high above his head and she would squeal with delight as he carried her on his shoulders into the house where her mother sat cooking.
It had been a while now since she had stopped questioning God. Questioning why fate had dealt her with such a harsh life. Or why her husband and father were busy fighting an unfair war for a home which was rightfully hers to begin with.
Now she understood that her life had a higher purpose and she would not let any war define her. She strove to be a better woman every day and though it took a staggering amount of will power to do so, before she closed her eyes for the night she silently forgave and prayed for the young soldiers bombing her city.
“Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.” ― Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock
“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.” ― J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation