And She Was Raped
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"It's too cold Mom and I am hungry!
We have no blanket, no bread, and no water.
Why it's so?
You told me there is a God and He listens to all,
the ailing humans,
the helpless animals,
the delicate birds,
and the mighty beasts.
Dear Mom!
Why God listens to the beasts?
You say at the age of only seven
I am so beautiful that I look like a princess
but why I was born as a poor girl,
why I was born in a hut and not in a palace?
You say it was my fate.
Who writes the fate?
Does He write it himself?
Or the Angels write it on his behalf."
The mother had no reply.
She became silent as if she slept.
How could the widow sleep?
She was also hungry!
But while the sun was about to rise,
when even the barking dogs slept,
she also slept.
And when the sun rose,
The hungry child slipped from the hut,
in search of stale food remains in the garbage baskets,
whereat she was welcomed by cats and dogs,
the so called beasts,
and also by a hunter in search of a prey,
a so called human,
The real beast promised her,
fresh and delicious foods,
she followed the hunter to a nearby field,
and she was raped!
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