Fictions by Ima.

When she came to, she couldn't believe her eyes. She wasn't lying on the ground in the pool of her own blood anymore and neither was her stomach slashed open to the world,  she was her complete self. She couldn't believe it but it was real. She was delighted to be alive again and couldn't wait to tell her husband all about what she called a bad dream so she hastened to make her way to her home where she knew she would find her husband. When she got home, she found him seated on his favourite chair reading the GREAT BOOK. The GREAT BOOK was the book handed down from their ancestors to them. It guided their way of life while they remained on earth. It contained the foundation of their values, faith and creed. Losing the book would be a grave wrong and denying or denouncing the principles contained in the book would be a great error. The book held beautiful promises for those who chose to follow its principles, it provided hope for them. He looked up at her as she wen...

She was running.  She took short quick breaths as she tried to make her way to safety. Big drops of sweat ran faster than she did down her face and rested on her blouse. She was not sure about what was going on but her instincts told her to run and run she did. She knew she heard screams behind her: a mother seemed to be pleading for the lives of her children and hers as well. The screams were so loud that Amiya could hear it as she ran. Something happened and the screams were gone. Amiya couldn't hear the children crying anymore, everything was silent. Could it have ended already? She stopped in her tracks and turned to look behind her. What she saw raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Her eyes became watery and her vision blurred. She wiped her eyes with her palm but it didn't do much good. She knelt on the ground for her knees were weak. She couldn't believe what she had just seen: the mother and children all lay on the ground with their bodies dismembered. As...