(Hey readers,
God knows where this story is going now because flaws have increased rapidly but yet I won't leave this story til' I end it!
Yours,
Author)
Then what, their lives turn upside down again...
Working from 8 to 5 in terror of death which was just standing next door...
who knows when it would come in?!
They could have run earlier but
Family makes a person do very things!
Just for food! not for himself but for his family which was sustained far apart from the war!
And the condition was to stay alive too here,
Just prayer was all they knew...so did they do!
They used to wake up in terror and ask God for 'one day more' and at night they used to ask for 'one peaceful night'!
It was all that was going on...
Working for the bread and dying every second!
And this bread also didn't come so easy!
Like earlier,
it cost not only their blood and sweet but also there some made dignity!
But now, the ruptures grew out of hands!