Verge of death

The travelers death,

The next morning i woke up but i never tried to open the door. I was so feeble that i could hardly open my eyes. The door was opened and my mother in law presented me some food and said that if i remember this punishment i'll never allow any non muslims in my house. I ran towards the food like a prisoner released from its cage and started eating like an animal. I spilled the whole food on my clothes but all i wanted was to get something into my stomach as it was almost third day that I hadn't eaten anything. Again it was a day that we had to travel to the mountains to carry the food and other necessities to them. While we traveled few miles and we were close enough i found a group of terrorists all wearing black and covering their faces with mask. These were strange-looking men with long hair and beards and covered with vests over their shalwar kamiz, which they wore with the trousers well above the ankle. They had cheap plastic sandals on their feet, and sometimes coverings over their heads with holes for their eyes. They had slaughtered one of the female journalists that had traveled before to our house and was carrying her head in public. This day was more than a disaster in my life, I couldn't believe my eyes and never wanted to anyway. I never saw something like that even in my worst nightmares. But that was only because my brain always woke me up before such a horrific image covered my mind. And now I was seeing something in my eyes won't ever be able to erase.

The adrenalin flew over my veins like a carp through the river, but I couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed me, and the more I thought about run away, or simply moving a bit, the more I felt discouraged and utterly terrified.

I didn’t remember being that scared in my life. And that was just the beginning i guess. I dropped from the seat like a dead and covered my head in between my knees. I started screaming so load and made piercing sounds that the driver stopped by the side of the road after moving a little bit away from the crowd. I had sensational convulsions and no control over my body, they helped me lay down on the seat and dropped some water on my face. After some time i was back into consciousness and there was nothing but a silence to my soul, I felt like a fall leaves under frost. I felt the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still condition. I couldn't feel anything in my surrounding, they took me home back and let me sleep for a while. After some time i woke up again and i all could see everywhere was nothing but the face of those two journalists everywhere. Suddenly a thought struck my mind and i came to know that it was no one but my mother in law who informed the terrorists on that particular day by writing a letter to them about the female journalist and they were the one responsible for her death. I wish i could kill my mother in law on the spot but then there would have been no difference left between me and her. Plus i wanted to go back to my home land as soon as possible without creating any trouble for myself so i kept quiet. She send some girls and a woman inside my room to teach me how should i deliver my message to others and what should i be doing when they send me to Waziristan. My mother in law came inside the room and told me that my husband went to Kuwait and he'll be returning in the next weeks. I never wanted to see that man in this life again. That night i wasn't able to sleep for a second as all the time i was thinking about the one month that i had spend with these terrorist and my parents and sibling back there in Pakistan.