As I lay here, sound and safe
Watching my kids fast asleep
I lay my hand upon their cheeks
And wonder how mothers would feel to find their own iced cold
Lifeless…
Rubbing the rubble away from their faces
Hoping that they are mistaken
That their babies still have life in them
As I lay here with both my angels in my arms
Their warmth and mine both intact
My heart bleeds for the husband and father whose warmth has been martyred
Who now has just the chill of his entire family wrapped in white around him, all departed
I feel my babies’ heart beats
Their little feet and hands,
I look at their innocence and I can’t help but feel helplessness run through my soul
As I lay here, again, for another chilling night, finding more news of more innocent pure souls
Being shattered away by those who have no warmth and no soul🥀

-Hawa Bibi