Inside the battlefield (Marawi Siege)

    Cold bodies scattered around, stained blood,  abolished houses and buildings, burned vehicles, traumatized children, destitute women, fainted men, and wounded soldiers. Mumbled cries of people in the beat of loud bombs echoed throughout the whole city.

    A devastated land began to shrink in the middle of one nation. People were in despair, their downcast eyes couldn't hide their fear that they might lose their lives with just one pinch of the gun. And they could slip in eternity because of starvation.

     Every day seemed dreadful and terrible for children, wishing that they couldn't hear those bullets passing through their ears and naked eyes. Wishing that they could hold a pencil and write on paper. Their shattered dreams started to beat their hope.

    A destitute woman walked cautiously in the middle of chaos, searching for her little ones. Unafraid to hear her footsteps, sweating profusely and shaking tremendously while tears keep on falling. She couldn't forbear the sting that throbbed inside, just a few minutes she collapsed into a coffin.

        A robust man was hiding inside the tunnel having a little amount of strength he had. Trying to stand but he wasn't able, he kept on shouting but no one can hear him, only the cold bodies of his family beside him.

      Troops were still desperate to raise again the flag. Their calloused hands weren't tired of holding canons and their bullet guns. Everyone was holding their weapons and geared their bravery. Oxygen started depleting, some lost already their airbags; while others lingered inside the battlefield.

I wasn't there on the battlefield but I felt the mourning of my folks. It happened just miles away, and I started asking Him. Why does He allow it to happen? A million questions start to shrink at the back of my mind.

     Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours into days, and months passed. People inside the battlefield didn't lose their hope and faith. Despite each difference in color, race, gender, and religion. They break those hindrances and barriers to be united. 

Many suffered and went to eternity. Yes, the land was devastated massively. Many cold bodies scattered and wounded people. Yet, the tranquility of the battlefield started to echo throughout the land. 

Everyone looked up in the sky and uttered their praises to Him. They smiled as they looked at a piece of cloth raise again on the pole. The banner symbolized the freedom and tranquility of the land.


Published by Merrel Ya

A lady who has been pondering her hope into Christ, inhaling His grace, and enjoying the beauty of life. Writing about life, asking God about "kuliglig sa kanyang dibdib."

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