Mosvi Writes

  The painful sound of a bird    Written by Basharat Mosvi I was sleeping, I was resting, I was in a deep dream, my stomach was full with great difficulty, just my eyes were closed. I thought I would sit on these eggs, give birth to babies, when the babies were born I would run for them, arrange their food, protect them from the rain, cold, and heat, I would hide them in my wings. I will protect these little children from heat and cold. When the enemy comes, I will fight well. I will take care of my children. I will not leave anyone who will harm my children. When my children grow up, I will play with them, love them, teach them to fly, teach them to jump, teach them to hunt, tell them how to avoid the enemy. But I wish this man could hear my voice and hear the cry of my heart, sympathize with me, set fire to my house, and not steal my dreams. I wish there was a little bit of humanity in this man, a little bit of pain, he would not have set me on fire while I was asl...