اكتب مقابل المال: كيفية كسب المال عن طريق الكتابة وأفضل المواقع للبدء

He looked at me, his face full of furrows. The winter of his life had sprinkled the snow of old age on his head. He's my grandfather, and every time I look at him, I almost see his sad eyes holding their gaze. tears. But it wasn't that that made me stiffen like iron, but rather his words that shocked me like lightning. These are the words that tell me to take him to the... city cemeteries.

However, contrary to my astonishment, I did not utter a single word. Instead, I placed my hand on his sliding chair, which was his companion this year. I pity him because he can no longer walk on the hot sand of the beach. He has been ill for ages and the days have condemned him to be crippled and confined to this chair.

Our destination was far away and the road was long, but the ghost of calm still dominated every part of the place. Every time I tried to ask him why, I stumbled and the words melted on my lips. He was in a bad state.

When we arrived at the indicated place, he began to search and examine the place with his gaze, hoping to find the missing grave, until his eyes fell on this name, this name which caught his attention - Ayman Kaf Al Ghazal -! .

I began to review my memory and recall the drawings of the past in my imagination, to find this name there, but my attempts were in vain. Questioning words appeared in my eyes and a tranquility full of melancholy prevailed, while sadness was tinged. everything is black.

My grandfather was like a statue of sadness at this man's grave, repeating and saying: I miss the tone of your voice and your sweet smile...... Oh, I wish the days would return so that I May I take you into my arms, my friend. I wish this damn war wouldn't tear us apart and my heart wouldn't break for you, but life is nothing but such separation and sadness! ...... Oh Ayman, I pray for you every night, may death bless you after life has rejected you.

His tears broke my heart as he turned to me with a sad face, then he said: "This man sacrificed his life so that the nation could live in glory and peace. We had been fighting together for forty years, when I fell." wounded, surrounded by terror and surrounded by lifeless bodies.

I couldn't escape as everyone ran away, except Ayman came back for me. He was the hero of this wonderful scene until the melodies died away, which soon died away forever. Suddenly a bullet from the enemy's weapon penetrated the hero's head and a lifeless body fell next to me, neither heard nor seen, and a sea of ​​​​his pure blood overflowed over me.

Ah... Ayman was martyred, and you will see me before you today, my granddaughter... After the war ended, I committed to visiting him every year on such a dark day. I hope I can repay some of her kindness to him, but I couldn't come here alone this year because I became as disabled as I was.