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The Land of Promise

As a child, Ibrahim had always heard stories of the Land of Promise - a place where his ancestors had lived for centuries, a land where the olive trees grew tall and the sun shone bright.

By Zulqarnain HaiderPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
The Land of Promise
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As a child, Ibrahim had always heard stories of the Land of Promise - a place where his ancestors had lived for centuries, a land where the olive trees grew tall and the sun shone bright. But for Ibrahim, that land was nothing more than a distant dream, a place he could never reach.

He was born and raised in a refugee camp in the West Bank, a place that had become his home but also a constant reminder of the past. Every day, he saw the barbed wire fences that separated him from the land of his forefathers, and he felt a burning anger deep within him.

One day, Ibrahim joined a group of activists who were calling for the liberation of Palestine. They marched through the streets, waving banners and chanting slogans. Ibrahim felt alive for the first time in his life. For the first time, he felt like he was part of something greater than himself.

As the sun began to set, the group arrived at the checkpoint that separated the West Bank from Israel. The Israeli soldiers stood guard, their rifles at the ready. The activists stood their ground, determined to cross the checkpoint and enter Israel.

Suddenly, the soldiers opened fire. The sound of gunfire echoed through the air as the activists scattered in all directions. Ibrahim felt a searing pain in his leg, and he stumbled to the ground.

As he lay there, bleeding and helpless, Ibrahim thought of the Land of Promise. He thought of the olive trees and the sun and the freedom that his people had fought for, for so many years. He knew then that he could never give up the struggle, that he would fight for his people until his last breath.

Ibrahim survived that day, but his leg was never the same. He walked with a limp, a constant reminder of the struggle for freedom. But he never gave up. He continued to fight, to march, to call for the liberation of Palestine.

And one day, when he was an old man, he saw the Land of Promise with his own eyes. He saw the olive trees and the sun and the freedom that his people had fought for, for so many years. And he knew then that it was all worth it.

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About the Creator

Zulqarnain Haider

I write short stories and poetry. I hope you find yourself in between the spaces of my words.

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