The painful sound of a bird

 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 asleep, he would not have set fire to my house, he would not have set me on fire, he would have saved my life, he would have let my dreams come true. I wish I wish it would happen.

Yes, I will definitely complain to this God. I was treated very badly, my house was burnt down, my life was taken away, my innocent children were unjustly killed, I was killed innocently. I must ask this ruthless man what was my fault? What did I do to you If I did you no harm, then why did you do such a thing? Why did you burn my house? Why did you burn me? Oh man, why are you so cruel?

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