The sun was sending its devilish golden daggers to my skin. No layers of clothing could protect me from them. Yet another droplet of sweat began to emerge from the thin skin of my forehead, running down my, now sunburned, nose.
A thought began to form its way through my blurry mind. I can't remember the last time i looked at my reflection in a mirror.
My mind shoved the thought aside before it had the time to completely form as my eyes were screaming for a shield from the excruciating light. I raised my right hand from where it was to guard my eyes and saw the blood on it. Something tells me that i knew from where this blood came. Suddenly it hit me. The pain. My right leg ,once being dragged by my hand , stiffened and my face met the golden sand.
The encounter made me yelp in pain ,but soon it was replaced with agony. My right hand moved , finding the place where it should be. Its previous position , where it stood like a barrier between the heat and the wound on my right knee. The wound was gradually opening from when I had tried to close it with some old straps of leather.
White dust was filling my vision. I couldn't see anything, nor could I understand what was happening. My ears were throbbing and I remember clutching my hands over them to reduce the pain.
The sticky moisture I felt on my palms and the torturing whistling I was hearing somewhere in my head made me scream at the top of my lungs.
But, it came out as a distant whisper.
My mind was so busy comprehending the situation that I failed to notice all the people around me;
A severely injured man tightly holding a little girl as if she was his savior.
A woman and two kids crushed under bricks of a collapsed wall.
Men trying to make their way to an escape and children opening their mouths so wide with tears streaming down their cheeks.
The earth was spinning with such a tremendous speed that hours passed by in seconds.
Voices were silent.
Shouts were whispers.
The ground was shaking.
The kids were white.
The kids were white...
