Day by day, she found herself going deeper into a dark and gloomy hole of excruciation, her eyes were staring in fear to the darkness, where she lost her voice, and her tears got dried.
Her rapists didn’t enjoy her silent, so they threw her in the wood. She wandered aimlessly for days and nights naked and bleeding, staring into her darkness, listening to her absolute silent.
A few days after, a hunter found her lying unconsciously in the wood, so he covered and carried her to the nearby clinic, where she took care of by an old nurse.
One week later, the nurse found her crouching by the room’s corner, staring to the wall; after several trials to feed her, the nurses succeeded to give her few sips of the soup.
The nurse called the manager of the camp that organized to host, collect and protect those who affected by the unrest situation, five hours later, the camp’s car arrived. I don’t know if you can hear me, but, I think it is better and safer for you to be guarded there with the other displaced people during this crazy time, the nurse whispered to her before she walked her into the car.

The camp manager preferred to put her with another two women in the same tent, so they could help her.
Though they were sharing the same tent since long, yet, they were not getting along well; one of them was nervous and annoyed always; while the other one was laughing and acting as the owner of the place, especially that she had a good relationship with the camp’s guards which gave her an advantage over the others.
While she was crouching under the sun for hours staring to her darkness and listen to her silent as every day since she arrived, two guards were watching her from distant with an extreme lust; they knew that they cannot touch her in public neither take her to their huts, so they asked the help of their friend who was sharing the tent with her. For a few cents she left the tent for them to enjoy themselves with her powerless tentmate.
At night, and when the third lady back to their tent she found her powerless tentmate laying injured in the tent, she understood what happened, so she slapped the other one, who was enjoying her cigarette outside, calling her a pimp as she deserved. Then she took the first one to the camp clinic, where she took care of her all night.

Early in the morning, while the soldiers were in their queue, she carried her tentmate and sneaked out of the camp, till they reached to the shore.
Though she was planning since long to flee away from the civil war, and barely could reach an agreement with a smuggler to facilitate her escape, she felt responsible toward this vulnerable woman, so she decided to take her in this journey, even if that would cost her extra money.
They sailed away at midnight night, 20 persons jostled in a tiny fishing boat, fear and sickness made the time passed longer. After many hours they felt relieved by crossing into the international sea. However, in no time the waves decided to interrupt their happiness when the rough sea seemed as showing its strength to the small boat; the unequal battle between the sea and the boat continued for five days, five long days.


Finally, with the sunset of the sixth day, a small fishing boat reached to the shore, carrying five men and a woman who crouched on the sand staring into her darkness, listening to her silent.


To be continued.