The Silent Fields

The thin and frail little girl ran through the busy streets. Her long and curly hair was being dirtied by the dry, brown dust suspended in the air above the ground. Her facial expression was lavished with freedom and joy. She hopped on one foot while simultaneously brining the knee of her opposing foot up towards her stomach creating a skipping motion. Her small body was covered only by a thin, yellow textile dress that did not extend beyond her knees. She moved seamlessly between the crowds of busy people in the market. It seemed as if nothing in this world could stop or even slow her down. Her movements resembled those of a colorful butterfly on a windless summer day. The sound of her leather sandals coming into contact with the hard sand beneath her feet was accompanied by the loud voice of a muezzin reciting a Muslim prayer from a nearby mosque.

As the girl made her way through the densely packed market the loud prayer became louder and louder. Her attention was now shifted towards the loud man’s voice. She skipped down the streets of the city whilst stopping every couple of minutes to orientate herself in the direction from which the prayer was being shouted. A few streets and a few moments later, the little tanned girl stood in front of a very large mosque. Her big green eyes moved up and down, examining the large building from top to bottom. This was not her first time seeing this building but the sight still amazed her every time nonetheless. She had always wondered how long it took her predecessors to build such an amazing work of art.

The girl put one foot on the stone stair and waited, as if she were waiting for something to happen. A couple of seconds later she proceeded to place her other foot on the second step ...

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...round in front of her. The young girl’s dark, brown, curly hair was being pushed against her face by the chilling wind of the night. Her piercing green eyes glimmered in the night as the rising moon illuminated the night sky. The field was overflowing with an unnatural yet calming silence, drowning out even the girl’s deep breathing. The silence was cut as her leather sandal broke the thin clear cable protruding from beneath the colorless sand of the dark field. A terrifyingly loud explosion echoed through the air. The sleeping city and singing crickets remained undisturbed as the roar of the field faded into a peaceful, calming and surreal silence. The softly humming breeze of the night sky covered her yellow dress with eternal sand as her motionless body lay there illuminated by the white light of the shimmering moon, reflecting in her deep green lifeless eyes.