Very early in the cold morning we were lying down flat on the floor. Making sure we made little or no movement. We held ourselves together tight and we all covered in one big blanket. I made a sign by placing my finger on my lips, which meant no one should utter a word. I held my children as we shivered in fear.
This morning was one of those unlucky days when the loud sounds of the gun got us up from sleep. With sleepy eyes I could barely figure out what was going on, as my children all run into my bed room. But I just remembered that I was time to lie down on the floor as the case has usually been. It was very normal for us to be alert to the list sound and run for safety if need be.
For more than 1 year we have been living in this kind of condition and it only gets worst as days go by. I my quite moments when I try to reflect on what the future hold for my kids, all I see is darkness.
After a few hours on the floor, we notice that noise has stopped and silence everywhere. That’s how we know that we can get up from the floor. I always get up the first and look at my kids in their face and straight in to their bright eyes. I see them eager to move on with daily activities as if nothing had happened. I am astonished at how fast they go over situations.
This where my hope lies! The innocence in their looks, the honesty in their eyes and their naïve character is mind blowing. Yes! This is what gives me hope and I simply remember that there will better days ahead.
This morning was bad a one, but tomorrow will be better. Hope keeps us alive. When I look at my kids in times of distress, it brings me hope. Every human being deserves a hopeful life even during challenging situations.