Everything was red. Five year old Syrian Sara stood there silently gazing at the blood oozing from her mother's wound.
That morning Sara had woken up in her mother's arm. After breakfast, her mother played with her and her little brother in the courtyard. Sara was happy. She adored her mother as she was the only ray of hope to her. Her father had already died in an accident a year back.
It was 5 pm and she, along with her brother, was playing when suddenly her mother screamed asking them to come inside; the bombardment had started again. Sara quickly grabbed her brother's hand and ran inside. Everyone was running, screaming and hiding. Suddenly a huge blast was heard. All she could see was dust, blood and rubble. She tried getting up but her eyes were dusty and she couldn't see. Amongst all cries she could clearly recognize her mother's voice, “Sara! Sara!” She quickly got some strength and ran towards the voice, only to find her mother lying in a pool of blood. She grasped her last breath as she saw Sara coming towards her......and there stood Sara silently ......no doubt the sky was blood red.
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