Strange silence
calm
No one has spoken a word since the incident
Mom is preparing dinner
Potatoes are grated violently, as if they are emptying their anger through them
My father sits contemplating the words of that blonde announcer
It reports the news of the death of 4 and more than 134 wounded in the province of Nasiriyah
At the bottom of the screen was an urgent tape that read: "The demonstrations enter its 17th day in 14 Iraqi provinces without any reforms."
It was a strange silence no one uttered a word other than that blonde announcer
My father was looking at her with all eyes with bright eyes as if they were
They address that announcer

I haven't moved from my place since 6 am
I'm still turning on my new wheelchair
Like I was a bird stop baffled forgot how to fly
I'm afraid I could turn into a piece of furniture
Look with suspicion for both my mother, my dad, that blonde anchor, and my amputated legs.
I haven't eaten anything this week
I haven't spoken to anyone
My phone will explode many messages

But I am still on my wheelchair in the corner of the room, contemplating my amputated feet and the sounds of the open fire that these unknown groups are firing at peaceful protesters
I haven't heard a bird singing for a month. All the birds in the neighborhood died from tear gas canisters
I hear only the sound of bullets wailing and howling granules and friends and mothers of martyrs
And the voice of Nahaibi and Awaili

I haven't seen my fiance for two weeks
I haven't spoken to him since last week of any incident
I don't know what it is
I do not know if he is still alive or was martyred
My feelings are conflicting
The dead are called "martyrs"
But I do not know if my legs were called martyrs
Insomnia will kill me I did not sleep since yesterday as soon as I close my eyes to show me that scene in front of me
To revive the vengeance crowds, the students with their sit-in, the army and police, the demonstrations that took place
I remember everything, every detail
When I took the so-called "riot" groups to shoot live bullets at us
Then we ran
I remember when it happened as a result of one of the casts that was placed to block the street
I was completely shattered at the time when I was unconscious, embracing the Iraqi flag

I remember the two young men who helped me with a cart called "Altok Talk".
I was not marginally focused
Blood was coming out of me profusely

I only woke up after the amputation
Oh, that moment where I touched my feet and found nothing in their place
Uh
She was absent from everything whistling on those amputated feet
And suddenly
Knocking on my fiance door
I did not see two weeks ago I pulled the cover quickly to hide the horrible amputated footage and suddenly my tears poured down profusely
And I said with a trembling voice
_ Mm mm What brought you here go leave for editing.!
Progress and wipe my tears and a small smile
 He said: I came to return your square to liberation. !!!!
And push the chair strongly?

The end
Shortcake
Aya Ajami

 Our sun will rise again with the efforts of our youth and children
May the Lord help them
And have mercy on our martyrs