PINK ROSE
"...They seek independence from this country. Hence, we must prepare for a civil war' the presenter in the television urged, 'purchase for yourselves locks and keys, secure your belongings, give your men to protect..."
Picking up the tv remote, Asa turned it off. She got up from her delightful sofa, put her shoes on, and headed for her comfort zone. Amid transit, she frowned at her father's burnt mosque which wasn't safe anymore in view of the looming war, but she kept on moving, straight on to the home of Ike - her best friend and the son of the rival commander.
"You shouldn't be here' said Ike as soon as he caught sight of her 'my father detests our being together... you must leave now". Asa moved closer to him, held his shirt and begged "please, let's leave together... let us journey to nowhere, and soon enough all these will be over!"
Behind her back in her hand, was a beautiful rose she had plucked for him. No sooner than she intended to show him did a loud bang overwhelm their eardrums. Thick smoke was a thing of the air!
Said Ike "run Asa, run and don't look back... don't you...". They ran opposite directions. Gunshots soon hindered their communication and she headed for the woods while squeezing the pink rose till it dripped a red substance.
She could not help but cry for both her pink rose and her ignorance about her best friend's welfare.
Through the woods, she tried to synchronise her gasps with her fast steps but she failed. Just when she imagined that she had escaped, a lonely bullet ran in and lingered in her chest so hard that it moved her backwards!
Face-down, she knelt and fell as if to worship her father's god. "Allah... help me... save me' she muttered 'and if I don't make it' she stretched out the smoldered pink rose into nothingness 'give this to Ike, and tell him...". There was more to say, but any further words have drowned in her blood, and soon she gave up her beautiful ghost!
