The Olive Tree's Witness
Zienab, a young girl with eyes as green as the olive leaves, lived in Gaza,nurtured a sapling with tender care. It was more than a tree; it was a companion, a secret keeper. As it grew, so did her love for it. A white pigeon, a symbol of peace, often nested in its branches, its soft cooing a constant melody in the tranquil garden.
One fateful day, the serenity was shattered. The harsh reality of war intruded upon their peaceful existence. Soldiers of Israel , symbols of oppression, marched into their village. A young soldier, devoid of empathy, caught sight of Zienab playing around her beloved olive tree. A cruel smirk crept across his face as he approached the tree. With a swift motion, he uprooted it, startling the white pigeon into flight. The soldier, a hunter by instinct, raised his rifle and fired. The pristine white bird plummeted to the ground, its life extinguished in an instant.
Zienab, who had been hiding, emerged, tears streaming down her face. Her heart, already broken by the loss of her feathered friend, shattered further at the sight of her uprooted tree. A cruel twist of fate, the soldier's fiancée, a cold-hearted woman, recorded the scene, her laughter echoing through the air.
Zienab, driven by a surge of anger and despair, turned to flee. But the soldier, his bloodlust ignited, aimed his weapon and fired. A single shot silenced her forever.
Zienab's brother, a simple farmer, arrived at the scene, his heart heavy with grief. He saw the lifeless body of his sister, the uprooted olive tree, and the fallen pigeon. A silent rage consumed him. He crept towards the two soldiers, his face a mask of vengeance. In his hand, he clutched an axe, a tool of labor transformed into an instrument of justice. As he raised the axe, a grim determination settled in his eyes. The fate of the two soldiers hung in the balance.
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