A bomb fell
Somewhere beyond the shells of old building, A huge cloud of dust was rising to rush mufakkir and ayla. He was indifferent to it. Eyes glassy and heart. Heart wasnt there anymore. If it was, It was just too broken to make him feel fear.
"Let's go ayla"
He grabbed her tiny white hand and they both walked, Slow and first then he started running. He started crying and she started crying too. Their steps held too much weight now. They were not going to escape or were they. These days Mufakkir couldnt believe how he was surviving.
Before long he found shelter underground which would protect them from debris and flying dust for a bit. But they would have to move again. The entryway was narrow. So his already torn feet bled some more as they reached down and settled.
Ayla looked at her heroic big brother and wiped her tears and tried to be as strong as she could. She took out bandage with her tiny little hands and wrapped it around his feet and they both hugged each other as the world quaked. It shook and roared and darkness spread everywhere.
And from within the darkness ayla's voice recited that one ayah of Surah Baqarah, that her mother used to recite everyday. She knew it by heart.
"Or do you think that you will enter Paradise while such [trial] has not yet come to you as came to those who passed on before you? They were touched by poverty and hardship and were shaken until [even their] messenger and those who believed with him said, "When is the help of Allāh?" Unquestionably, the help of Allāh is near."
And just like that darkness in their hearts and their minds resided and the little cave felt as spacious as anything in the world. Just like that they were not afraid anymore.