Chapter 2: War and Bloodshed ( Chapter 3 )
The Iranian exhibit in the traveling world museum
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This passage was based off of a dream I had and I was inspired by the movie " The boy in the striped pajamas."
Now, that I read it, it reminds me of the "Frosty the Snowman" story. If you read it, you will get it.
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"Happy Birthday, my daughter!"
My father hugged me tightly, as if he would never let go.
"Everyone in this pub! Raise your glasses to my daughter on this special day!"
Everyone in the bar seated at their wooden tables, then raise their glasses, smile, and cheer to me.
I stood at the front edge of the pub, on the podium with my father beside me. We overlooked the huge room filled with men and women drinking and laughing, seated at picnic tables and benches. My father had his hand on my waist, pulling me towards his side. He was grinning, obviously proud of his little girl. I looked up to this tall, Hefty man. I wanted to savor the look on his kind face.
We later went to the local baker and looked at his variety of cakes. Just as I was looking through the magazine, the bells rung loudly. It was hard to miss. It immediately took me into complete panic. The book fell from my hands onto the cold...hard floor.
••
"People! Do not panic!"
The people were scurrying about in the pub, CLEARLY panicking. The people were also loud. Very. Loud.
The general stood on the podium, holding his composure. He needed to not frantic himself and keep under control. His body was stern and kept.
"HEY!"
That one word was all he needed to make everyone and everything cease to move. All in the bar were still. Only the smallest-of noises were heard.
"All folk in this Iranian pub! Here me out!"
He then pointed to four huge tapestries. I did not notice these tapestries before. They must have recently been put up. Each banner was a different color and hung from the top of the tall wall, almost to the ceiling. The one on the far left was red with light pink stitching in the shape of a swirl. He opened the tapestry and as the tapestry opened, the swirl turned into a flame of fire.
He explained that this was known as the Fire Clan. The Fire Clan lived a few miles from our clan, the water clan. He then introduced all of the clans, Fire, water, Forest, and Sun. His voice began to become shaky as he told us that the Sun Clan was the strongest and the clan of the most threat to us.
"We will go into war this afternoon with the Sun Clan. The clan is just outside our borders. All those who can't fight must run or hide, expecially children who are too young to fight. "
He was trembling. His hands, quivered. His face grew dark.
I was amongst the crowd. Women and children were holding each other, sobbing and praying.
The men had their fists clenched, rubbed their knuckles and debated on how they would beat the enemy and their strategies to do so.
I did nothing.
I just stood there.
Contemplating.
I was still but, worrisome.
••
The time finally came
I was a soldier on the front lines. I was wearing thick, metal, Iranian armor. It was hot. I took off my metal cap and looked up. I saw the raging sun beating down on me. I only had a second left but I looked to my right.
Under a blue tarp of covering I saw two, brown children. They were in a wooden box, holding each other and crying. They had sweat running down their faces and they looked very young. They seemed about five or eight years old.
The little girl tugged on her brother's shirt and asked, " When is mommy c-coming back?" She sobbed, holding him tighter. Her eyes were red from crying and she buiried her face in his chest.
It was a bit of an innopropriate thought but they reminded me of a married couple, staying together through thick and thin where their vows never broke them apart.
The little boy was silent. He didn't answer her question. He looked as if he better not answer his sister. He better not let his lips form the words she was waiting to hear. He better not let his tongue curl into letters like ' L ' or 'D'. He better not make his teeth come together and grit. Instead he looked up to the sky seeming to pray and ask the Lord for safety and comfort. He tried to keep his eyes from watering and that water fall from his ducts.
I ran up to them, despite being on the front lines. When a Sun Clan soldier looked a different way, I hurried towards the children.
"Hi kids."
The little boy looked at me and smiled and he kept staring at my shinny armor, as if it was the most extravigent and impressive thing he has ever seen.
I huffed and my breath was short, though, I said what I said. I needed and dared to help those children. They looked desperate.
The little girl stopped wailing and dried her tears from her small cheeks. Her red eyes turned pink. She removed her head from her brother's chest and looked at me as if I was the only light in her life, like a beacon of hope to come and save her.
As quick as a flash I grabbed both children in my arms. The boy on my right, and the girl on my left. They were both very light and easy to carry.
The next thing I knew, I was running. I went as fast as my legs could carry me. I got tired quickly, but I kept running. No matter how hard it was, I kept going. The only thing I thought and the only thing that kept me going is "I got to keep them safe. They have to live. I can't let them parish and die."
Running through the baron villages of the Iranian suburban, I thought about what would happen if the children DID survive. I pondered on how the little girl would one day grow to be a beautiful young woman. She would be poised and caring. Always helping those in need, the way I helped her.
Then I thought about the little boy. Years from now he would grow to be a man. He would one day be a tall, dependent, masculine young man with a wife and children.
I finally arrived at the glass door gates on the exhibit. Although this "Iranian world" seemed real, we all knew it wasn't. Behind the glass doors was another "country". If I had never went through those doors, I would have never regretted my later decision putting those children in that exhibit.
"You two stay here."
I had to make sure they would live.
I took them out of my arms and set them down behind a large tree in the beautiful biome. Unlike "Iran", it was comforting, sunny, and bright. There was a forest of lucious green, trees and a sandy walkway. You could hear birds chirping in the distance and there was surprisingly, a blue tarp swing. It suspended from two large oak trees. The children did as I told and I made my way back through the glass doors back to the harsh, tretrerous lands of a war.
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The war with the Sun Clan was tiring and difficult, but we finally triumphed greatly.
I was happy to go back and see the children once again. I skipped through the double automatic glass doors, and placed my sight behind the large tree where I last saw the children.
My eyes grew small and wide. My body shivered. My lips trembled. The creases in my forehead grew worse. The skin around my eyes turned a light-red. Then the tears came. The long tears that seemed to not stop on end.
I moaned.
I wailed.
I sobbed.
I pounded the ground as if it could crash.
I landed on the floor and screamed.
I didn't care who saw me.
I didn't mind who came through that door, seeing a girl, crying to herself, sobbing about a puddle of water behind a tree.
I only knew those kids for a hot minute. I only knew them for maybe seconds or minutes but, I accepted them as my own. To me, they were my children. They meant so much to me.
Finally.
Someone did come through the automatic door.
It was a woman.
"You know, they would have died anyway."
I was confused. Confuzzled. I immediately wiped my tears from my face and cheeks.
She sounded so calm.
She sounded like this was something that happened every day.
She sounded like she was used to it.
"What do you mean?" I said this with my voice breaking in every breath. I looked to her and she said...
"You removed them from where they were born, their exhibit. When you did that, they vaporized and evaporated."
She again, sounded calm. Almost apathetic.
I almost cried again but I held my composure.
I might have held my mouth. I didn't know because the next thing I knew,
I woke up.
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