Stopped by Sniper

A woman, named Khadijaa, she was about last twentiest years old, walked among the corpses in the sharp breezing wind of winter. her mouth’s muttering over to her self with shaking hands, her face looked pale and dirty, she tried to regcognize her husband among the corpses. She could only try to be patient, calm her fears and wish her husband was not one of the them.
While she replayed again her memory about her self that she was brought up from her motherland, Indonesia ten years ago to America then suffering here, the holy land of Palestine. Then, some jews troop stoped her steps, crossed his hand on his square chest and asked her.
An eye’s watching them inside a car
“Hey lady, where do you wanna go? This area is danger for you!”
“I’m looking for my husband” her voice was almost unheard
“Husband?? Who’s your husband?”
“Dr. Ayman, Dr. Ayman Boshnaf.”
“Dr. Ayman Boshnaf?” his eyes shooted the woman fiercely.
“Yeah, do you know where is he?”
“No, but you’d better get out of this area, it’s too dangerous for you.”
“This land have been already dangerous since jews came, and you know what, I will never go, untill I found out my husband”. She barked at the troop.
“Don’t let me force you lady,..” the troop noticed her.
“Try me, I am not such coward lady!!”
The troop bent his body toward the woman. “If I could do something, why not?”
The troop throught the woman harsly to the ground, and forced her to move. Tanks was parked on the street. Soldiers with green combat dressed moving all arround were carrying the guns and bending to her. The woman screamed aloud.
Suddenly, a white car stoped and a doctor appeared, he wore a white coat marked his name as Dr. Jurnalis and his organisation, MER-C Indonesia, The doctor talked to the troops.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” He shouted to the troops
Dr. Jurnalis is Indonesian, graduated from American university. He and Dr. Ayman Boshnaf came Palestine trough ISMA, International Solidarity Movement of America as volunteer doctor. But after arrived in Palestine, mostly, he worked with MER-C Indonesia.
“She is foreigner, me too, and her presence here is guaranted by ISMA. Her husband is doctor, so you may not touch this woman at all! World people will consider it as outraged of human right abuses.” the doctor noticed the Israeli troops. One shrug his shoulder when another saw each others.
“so, just let her with me. It’s not that easy to kill this woman after all held international citizenship solidarity conference to Palestinian” Dr jurnalist emphasized.
The captain toke a deep breath “well, have a nice journey lady” the soldier nodded his head to her. His smiling was broad.
“And keep away from danger area!” he touched his hat with the tip of his fingers and let them go.
Then the doctor took the worried woman and brought her inside the car. But the woman couldn’t hide her curiousity.
“Doctor, are you indonesian? Me too. My name is Khadijaa” she introduced her self to Dr. Jurnalis.
“How do you know about My husband? ISMA? Have you ever met him? Please..”
Dr. Jurnalis smiled at glance.
“Let me check your condition first ma’am” he tooks few little treatment and check her wrist. Then he looked Khadijaa deeply. “Are you,…??”
“I’m fine.” She took her wrist and keep into her chest
“Ok, have you took your lunch?” he asked curiously
“I have doc!” she barked
“Mrs. Boshnaf, calm down. I know Dr. Ayman Boshnaf, he was with us 2 days ago and told much about you when he knew that I’m Indonesian. but he left us after heard his village, beer sheva was attacked by israel. So he went out there.” Dr. Jurnalist Explained clearly.
“And I suggest you ma’am, don’t go there now, it’s danger, don’t you listen that troops said?” he convinced Mrs. Boshnaf.
“No, I have to go doctor!” Mrs. Boshnaf said surely.
“Please, postpone your willing to go there” Dr. jurnalis still tried to hold her on the car.
“But I have to, I have been waiting for this moment for years, I have to meet him!” her eyes almost full with tears.
“Okay, listen! usually they shoot at your feet, your head, or to the ground in front of you. Don’t you run or lie on the ground or you will be a good target. Stay stand up, and then, they will be afraid. Okay? Take care your self, Allah hafidz!”
They huged each other before leaving.
The lady walked alone, many corpses every where. she seemed to hold her breath, inhaled, relieved every time she saw a corpse rampant in the road side and recited prayer every moment.
“Ai Me,..where are you, don’t you hear my voice? I call you, where are you?.” She tore and wishpered to her self.
Then she saw a boy cries behind the can he’s scared and his mother was killed by jews troops. They suspected that his father is one of Hamas Soldier and his mother didn’t want to tell them where was the Hamas’s camp located, they left that boy alone, crying his mother death. Khadijaa tried to get close to the boy, and asked him where’s his home, surprisingly, he told that he is from beer sheva. So she decided to carry the boy’s mother to go to the hospital.
Beer sheva is the most beautiful village in Gaza distric, border line between Palestine-Israel, and more peace than others. but since Israel heard that there are few Hamas activist in there, tanks and troops sieged the village. There were some reporters with camera and video arround. They were wearing protective helm and anti bullet jacket. Many houses and building was broken, people murdered and massacred. Khadijaa tried to reach up the hospital in ordered to meet her husband because she convinced that her husband must be there.
Khadijaa waved her hand when she saw her husband in open space of square was helping people.
“A…y me!!!!!”
Dr. Ayman turned arround and saw her wife running at him. He couldn’t stand up steady on his feet as if it is made of jelly, because of surprised. The corner of his eyes caught a sniper on the roof, watching khadijaa intently, got ready to fire.
Doo…..rrrrrr………………dorr…….
“Noooooooo,………….!!!!!!!!!!!!!.” Dr. Ayman run to her wife and caught her body.
“Ay me….” Her voice almost unheard, tears was melting before she closed her eyes forever
“Oh, Khadijaa,..” he huged her wife tightly.
At the moment, 29 israeli troops step closer, surround him, bundled him and tied his hands with plastic handcuffs. They take Dr. Ayman away from her dead wife. He almost cried of dissappointment
I WANT TO BE WITH MY WIFE!!!!!! He fought to run to his wife and escaped from the Israeli troops
Doo…..rrrrrr………………dorr…….
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In the car, Dr. Jurnalis kept silent and put his hand in his face, seems regrating about something.
“What happened Doc, you look sad, is it about Mrs. Boshnaf?”
“Yes, but it is something unbelievable!”
“What happen?” asked his assistant curiously.
“You will not believe me,..” he looked at his assistant deeply, “She is pregnant,…three months, I guess, she crossed the border line between egypt and palestine to catch up her husband untill here, because she want to tell her husband that she is pregnant”
“Oh,..” he put his palms to cover his face. Sadly.
No voice at that car for a moment except the mechines, silent.