I heard them shouting,
“We cannot find him!“,
So I started running,
Searching in the dust.
Wondering,
Where had my boy gone?
I screamed,
"Where's my son!?"
I could not see him.
Then I heard someone
Calling in the cloud,
"He's alive!
He's alive!"
I thank God my son
Is next to me.
And he is probably re-running the scene as I am doing.
I can handle it, but he is small, he can’t.
Source: bbc.com, Nov. 5th, 2024
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Poignant painting of this scene, David, the urgent panicked dialogue... and mother's commentary thereafter.
Ufff.
'calling in the cloud' conjures up a surreal image, and then the horror hits that this is actually someone's reality. So well written.