"Are u there? hey, do you hear me?....please come out!" its a police officer on his night shift...its late, she recognizes him, he often walks through her place to check that everything is OK, but why now? at this hour?
"I'm sorry I know its late, but, please, can you come and see, there was an accident, she has a baby, she is pregnent....", the old lady comes out, she is dusturbed, she feels uncomfertable...yes, three years ago this cup was stubbed by a drunk men on her street...she touched...
there is a large crowed on the street, the officer took her to where the accident happened a sound of police car arrives...she see the women laying on the side of the road ...the truck driver from earlier flashes in front of her eyes...he hitted the lady while speaking on the phone, he almost crashed her...she reaches the women...she is familier to her...its a whore that works neer by...her vanes are full of drug....there is a baby ...he has no chance..he will grow to be an addicted...stop..."i want to go home!"...
"can't you do something?" its a baby there! please...." say the cup...
"home...i'm leaving.."
the old lady rushes to her shade ...she looks a the wall...a new picture from the newspaper is there..."hit and run accident kills a mother and her baby..."
A tear drop flows from her eye and hits the floor....an erthquake accures in spain...a salty lake comes up from the ground....it will be the discussion of the next week in europe...
chapter 2
Hurry up saida says to her son, she wears a black cafia and the house seems nice even a little fancy..thst a reach famoly house, but were? a white mercedes waits outside she rushes her kid a they both get into the car "good morning she says to the driver he mumbles something looks around and start driving.
A chopper above the sky the pilot is in contact with the ground forces he is alerted and gets the call "he is on the way, "white mercedes on the main positive identification, target is marked".
the choppper is on the target the pilot waits for a clear shot, he gets it a missle is released, booom the target has been demolished..
The crowed is gathering around the bomed car womens are shouting the crying for ALLAH il rahim, the car is still on fire it looks like no one will survive it ..yes its sure they are all dead...
Israelian militery ground force control offices a phone call "it was a mistake he escaped he was not in the car it was his wife and child" leazazel, we missed him....
The old lady wakes up, she panics ho what I did...she crys she feels guilty ...she slept..
Its still dark outside, she grabes her cart and walks her way through th -e steets of NY. an Electronic shop is displaying some Led TV's they are all on the same channel its news " more killing in Syria...deaad people are spread over the ground" her eyes are circling all around she keeps walking.
Dear god please be kind to help my father to find a job..." . a child sits on bed and beggs..
"Approved".."he is the guy for us"
Chapter 1
Night...a street in NY side street. some people are warming their hands over a fire from a barrel. a truck is crossing fast as an old lady is pushing a noisy cart full of garbage, clothes, pants and more...
the lady's face are ugly, a little scary...a large shuma with some ugly hair around. that lady hasn't seen a mirror for years.the car almost hits the cart, but, not..the old lady turns her face to look at the eyes of the driver...he is talking on the phon, loudly, without paying any attention..
everything is flashing the lady's eyes are rolling, something is bothering her she sees something, she feels something.... it flashes in front of her eyes, a child is crying..there is a women there she is wounded ...noise, a shout from a women that is about to be crashed by a car....stop!
its all black now, for a few second it seems like the world stopped....now in slow motion, the car has been diverted from its course the women is saved..she hugs her child, people around are amazed..
the old lady keeps pushing her cart..she reaches a carton shade under a stairs of a ruiend building . she pushes some of them and enters to a dark, crouded place...it been her home for last few monthes and she even spreaded a few pictures from newspapers over the "walls". it has been a long day...she shuts the "door" and put her head over a filty pilow and falls a sleep...
the lady's face are ugly, a little scary...a large shuma with some ugly hair around. that lady hasn't seen a mirror for years.the car almost hits the cart, but, not..the old lady turns her face to look at the eyes of the driver...he is talking on the phon, loudly, without paying any attention..
everything is flashing the lady's eyes are rolling, something is bothering her she sees something, she feels something.... it flashes in front of her eyes, a child is crying..there is a women there she is wounded ...noise, a shout from a women that is about to be crashed by a car....stop!
its all black now, for a few second it seems like the world stopped....now in slow motion, the car has been diverted from its course the women is saved..she hugs her child, people around are amazed..
the old lady keeps pushing her cart..she reaches a carton shade under a stairs of a ruiend building . she pushes some of them and enters to a dark, crouded place...it been her home for last few monthes and she even spreaded a few pictures from newspapers over the "walls". it has been a long day...she shuts the "door" and put her head over a filty pilow and falls a sleep...
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