We Don't Want To Treat You As

We Don't Want to Treat You as a Terrorist

(A conversation between a terrorist and a brigadier) 

(Previously published in the Tuck Magazine on 22^nd November 2015)

 A camouflaged lass sleeping on a bed in the camp

 Laboriously raised her head,

 Taking a peek at the soldiers around her

 “I'm innocent, please don't kill me”

 She begged in a stuttering voice

 While her lips were shivering in fear

 Her eyes gleamed with hope

 Blood-curdling hands gave her untold torment

 “How are you feeling now?”

 The mental agony soon disappeared

 As the Brigadier's healing words

 Touched her ears

 Her face blossomed like a flower

 Despite the bleeding pain,

 With streaming tears,

 She revealed the horrifying tragedy

 Replete with woeful memories, smudged dreams,

 Heinous murders and torturous whips

 How her parents suffered till their last breath

 How the devouring devils bundled her into the truck

 While her mother, 

 fallen on the yard,

 Thrashed the ground with her hands in sorrow

 And how the terrifying burst of her scream

 Blasted the area while Palmyra leaves 

 Crackled in anger

 The Brigadier held her hand and attended

 To the wounds with some wool

 She heaved a sigh of satisfaction

 And blessed the gathering of soldiers

 With a shining smile on her face

 “May God's protection be with you!”

 Then the Brigadier replied,

 “We don't want to treat you as a terrorist now,

 Though you were one in the very morning today.”