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Rotten bread pieces remained in the attic of their house. Um Nour rushed to bring them as if she found a treasure. She turned them over the fire she sat up using wood pieces of one of the house doors and remove some black mold from the edges. She called on her three children Noor, Omar and Mohammed, who are starved. Their faces were pale, looking like tiny ghosts while sitting around eating rotten bread with a little water. Their meal portends death as if it’s the last Lord’s Supper offered to them.
Ten days has passed since Um Nour is trying desperately to get bread. Most Aljura regime-controlled neighborhood bakeries has stopped working as a result of yeast shortage in the neighborhood after the siege imposed by IS since 11 months preventing the entry of anything.
Just like any other day, Souad (Um Nour) leaves her house in the morning heading to Jaz and Alqosour Bakeries as they are only open ones, hoping to get some fresh bread to feed her children before the rotten bread that they have runs out. An intelligence officer there told her “What do you want?”
“I want my kids bread to the hungry” she answers
The intelligence officer: “go away you pigs, you should’ve joined the army to fight”
Um Nour: “but I’m a woman and I only want some bread for my children”
Security: “this bakery is only for al-Assad’s men who fight terrorists, go to IS and do sexual jihad for bread or go to Alqosour”.
Suad was not surprised as she already know what to expect from them, and that she won’t get any bread from Jaz bakery which only provide bread for regime forces and its supporters.
Suad went to Alqodour bakery hoping to get bread, walking in the streets thinking and talking to herself about bread.
In front of the bakery in the neighborhood of Qosour she found huge crowds of people. Everyone there were waiting to get bread. It was an indescribable scene just like the doom’s day. People were clambering to get in the line bread, weakened by hunger and they no longer have the energy and strength to fight for it.
Um Nour made her way among the masses making a victory in each person she passes, but the real victory was when she gets some white loaves of bread to feed the tiny Ghost in her house.
In the middle of the traffic, the explosion convulsed the whole neighborhood leaving a giant cloud of black smoke. Everybody was sure that IS – as usual- started bombing the besieged neighborhoods. The majority of people has not left, bombing is semi-daily and is becoming usual. Everybody muttered “It’s only God’s will that is going to happen”.
Um Nour stopped for a moment by fear and confusion getting into her. But the image of her young hungry children was crossing her mind and giving her the courage to stay and get bread without knowing how this situation is going to end.
The whistling sound of the shell crossed the sky as it approached … It was approaching.
“Allahu Akbar … Allahu Akbar” everyone started shouting repeatedly, “O Lord, O Lord have mercy on us!!”. The shell crashed into the building next to the bakery. Everyone rushed. Um Nour crept through the crowds, arrived at the distribution door, paid money, took few loafs of bread and began running to reach their children. “the bread is hot and steamy today” she thought; as she repeatedly fliped the hot loafs on her white hands.
On the street corner leading to her home in front of the neighbor, who was congratulating her for the bread she got, she walked in a hurry, the joy of bread distracted her from the coming danger. Her neighbors ran into the house screaming “Um Nour … Um Nour … the shell is close .. take shelter !!” But the joy kept her mind from everything, even death.
The big dusty explosion filled the place. The neighbors came out after a while to find Um Nour lying on the other side of the street, with blood all over her weak body. She died holding loaves of bread which turned from white to red because of the blood !