Read The Boy from Aleppo Who Painted the War Online
Authors: Sumia Sukkar
âI've been at home for too long.'
âI⦠I can't.'
âWhy not?'
âYasmine said we shouldn't go far.'
âWe won't, we'll just have a little walk around.'
âI can't.'
âWell then I'll go and I'll be back.'
I wait outside the door for Ali while playing with the stones. I don't know how long he's been gone for but during the whole time I've been thinking about the girl with the Nutella eyes. I want to see her again to be able to paint her eyes. They're slowly fading from my memory but I try to think of them a lot so I don't forget. Ali comes running back laughing.
âOh I miss going out! You should've come.'
âWhere did you go?'
âI ran all the way to school and found a cat sleeping outside so I scared it and came running back.'
âWhy did you scare it?'
âBecause it's fun.'
I am starting to dislike Ali. I love animals and I hate it when people mistreat them. It's not fun hurting people or animals.
âCome on let's play again.' Ali is circling around me and it's making me dizzy. I can hear a few gunshots in the distance but I'm not sure if I'm imagining things.
âDid you hear that?'
âYes, but it sounded far away.'
âWe should go in.'
âLet's just play one more game, it's probably no big deal!'
I look around and try to listen out for any more sounds but there's nothing. Ali starts to count to ten before we start playing hopscotch and I jump on the grid first and he tries to push me away laughing. We play till the sun starts to set. The sky is pink on one side and grey on the other. It looks beautiful but scary. It starts to get chilly so we decide to go in. I had fun today, it's nice having friends. I wonder if Ali knows where Nabil lives.
âYes I do, do you want to go?'
âYes!' I'm excited to see Nabil and tell him how Ali is now my friend.
I can smell food for the first time in ages. I feel so happy, I have a friend and we have food.
There's suddenly a loud bang on the door like someone is in a rush. I am scared to open it. Yasmine shouts from the kitchen for me to open it. A man out of breath is standing outside the door. I have never seen him before.
âTell your family to come to the hospital down the road, Isa is injured!' He speaks really fast and then runs out and calls some guys and they all rush towards the hospital. I don't believe what he said. I run to the kitchen and tell Yasmine and she puts her hands on her head and slaps her face. Wasn't Isa just outside smoking?
âNo, this isn't happening! Adam run and get me my scarf.' We run out of the house and down the road quickly. The hospital isn't far, it's only a seven-minute walk but we get there in five minutes. Yasmine asks around as soon as we walk in. There are people lying on the ground bleeding and some of them are on beds with doctors tending to them. This is the most blood I have ever seen. Even more than I saw at the neighbours' house. The smell is just the same though. Everybody is different but they all smell the same when they're bleeding. I try not to think of the smell because I don't want to embarrass Yasmine. There are so many sounds and voices. There are people talking and people shouting and people screaming and some moaning. I find Isa's friend who came to the door and I tell Yasmine it's him. She picks up her skirt and runs over to him.
âWhere's Isa? Tell me where he is now!'
The guy just looks to his right and there Isa is. His chest has six bullet holes in it and his legs are bleeding. I can see this upside down. Yasmine runs to him and starts to kiss him. I follow behind her slowly. I still haven't seen his face. The closer I get the better I feel. I can smell Isa. His hand is on his chest with a bullet shot in it as well. He smiles when he sees me. His eyes are bruised and his lips swollen. I see crows flying around in my head. I don't want Isa to leave me. I can hear people screaming from two beds down. A doctor comes rushing in and pushes me out of his way quickly.
âEverybody move please, stand away from here.' Two nurses follow him in and the doctor takes a metal stick from one of the nurses and starts to put it into Isa's bullet holes. Isa moans loudly, it sounds like the cry of a donkey. It sounds black.
âWhat is he doing Yasmine? What is he doing to Isa?' I tug at Yasmine's skirt and she covers my eyes into her chest.
âThey're helping Isa, just wait Habibi.' Her voice has completely changed. I can feel the echo of the words in her chest but the voice sounds like the way a sloth would speak. Isa screams louder and one of the nurses pushes us out and closes the door on us.
âPlease save him God, please save him God!' Yasmine cries.
I hold really tight onto her skirt.
The doctor opens the door and Yasmine jumps up from the floor, I follow her. She peeks her head into the room but I'm not sure if she is able to see anything.
âMay he rest in peace,' the doctor says. Yasmine starts shaking and screaming so loudly. I don't know why she is doing this; the doctor said he hopes he rests in peace. Isa should be fine after he rests. Yasmine runs into the room and the door closes on me. I can hear her screaming. I go in and see Isa's body covered in a white cloth, even his face. I hate it when my face is covered with something; it makes me feel uncomfortable and weak. Yasmine is on her knees by the bed crying and praying. I walk over and move the cloth from Isa's face so he doesn't feel uncomfortable as well. Yasmine jumps up and starts shouting at me not to touch him and moves me away. Why is she acting like this? I caught the look on Isa's face before Yasmine pushed me away; he looked happy to be resting. I can't wait for him to wake up and read me some of his poetry.
I can feel a cold breeze touch me. Yasmine is on the floor reading some Quran. I guess she is waiting for Isa to wake up.
âIsa is going to feel uncomfortable with the cloth on his face Yasmine.'
She looks up at me and then continues to read her Quran. I don't like being in the hospital. People keep coming in covered in blood and crying. There's a girl in the last bed with her leg cut off and the doctor is putting a huge bandage on it. I've been looking at her. She didn't cry once. Her eyes are closed.
âLet's go home now.' Yasmine gets up and closes the Quran. She kisses the cover and taps it on her forehead.
âWhat about Isa?' Yasmine looks over at Isa and she starts crying again. This time she doesn't make a sound. She leans and kisses him over the cover. Yasmine takes my hand and we walk out leaving Isa on the bed covered in white. I miss him already.
*
When we get home we see everyone sitting around.
âWhat happened? Where is he?' Khalid jumps up first. Baba looks good again. His eyes seem clear.
âNO! NO! NO! Don't give me that look!' Khalid starts shaking Yasmine for an answer.
âHe's resting in peace,' I say.
Khalid falls to the ground and reacts just like Yasmine did. Tariq goes to his room and slams the door behind him. What is happening?
âYasmine, what is happening?'
âLet's go and sit in my room.'
Baba doesn't say a single word but I see him cry for the first time. I freeze in place and stare at him.
âWhy is Baba crying Yasmine?'
Yasmine looks back and walks over to Baba. She kisses him on the forehead and hugs him. I can hear her whisper some things to him but I can't figure out what she is saying.
I feel lonely standing here waiting for Yasmine. I miss Isa already. I want him to come back and watch TV with me. Baba calls me over and tells me to sit on his lap. I sit on the edge of his knees.
âAre you okay?'
âYes Baba I'm okay. Are you okay?'
âEverything is in God's hands. I'm glad God has given me a vision to see with and not just eyes.'
âWhat does that mean Baba?'
âThat means that you don't need eyes to see, you need a vision.'
It sounds like Baba is speaking French. French is the hardest language for me to learn so I don't understand anything.
âBut Baba we see with our eyes.'
âYou're right Adam, you're a clever boy aren't you!'
âI am!'
âIsa isn't coming back Adam,' Baba says. Yasmine is still crying. She is sitting on the sofa with her shoulders slouched down.
âWhy Baba?'
âBecause he has gone to mama.'
âWhat? No Baba! The doctor said he just needs to rest in peace.'
âAdam Habibi, Isa isn't coming back. We are going to say goodbye to him like we did to mama,' Yasmine says.
âWhy Yasmine? Why did he leave? We were having fun!' I start crying.
âI'm sorry Adam. Stay home and be a good boy today, I have to arrange his funeral.'
I can't believe what Yasmine said. I didn't say goodbye to Isa. My heart starts to pound really fast and I can feel the green dragon whisper in my ear like he always does after I hear bad news.
âAdam relax, breathe in and out,' Baba says as he rubs my chest. But I can't breathe properly. His hand is making it harder for me to breathe in and out. I jump onto the floor and start to feel my eyes swell up and my lips quiver. Khalid gets up from the floor and sits beside me.
âIt's okay Adam, he's going to be happy with mama.'
âHe didn't say bye! I liked playing with him!' I run to my room and cover myself under the duvet. It's dark here and my spot starts to feel damp with my tears but I don't want to go out. I want Isa to come back. Mama said âbye' before she left so I knew she was leaving and got ready for a change. But Isa didn't say anything before he left. He can't just go.
M
Y HEART IS
in my stomach. I think it fell because of how sad I am. It's like hot tar has spilt over it and drowned it. I'm really hungry. We didn't eat all day yesterday and my stomach is making angry sounds. It's trying to eat my fat. I leave my room and run into the kitchen. I spot my reflection in the oven. My hair is scruffy and under my ears and I can see my cheekbones clearly. I don't recognise myself. Yasmine comes in wearing a black dress and scarf and for the first time since she stopped working, she has red lipstick on.
âI like your lipstick.'
âIsa did too.'
âWhere are you going Yasmine?'
âWe are all going to Isa's funeral, get dressed.'
âI'm hungry.'
âHere, have a date, we have nothing to eat.'
âDidn't you cook yesterday?'
âYes but it burnt when we left running.'
I eat the date and get ready. My eyes and lips feel heavy. I put my trousers on but they slide down. They're too big. I call out for Yasmine loudly and she comes into my room. Her eyes are black.
âMy trousers are too big.'
âWear a belt Adam.'
I didn't think of that. I wear a belt and a jumper that looks like it doesn't belong to me and leave my room.
Everyone in the sitting room is dressed in black but me. Did they discuss what to wear?
âYou have to wear black,' Ali comes and whispers in my ear.
âWhy?' No one told me I have to wear black.
âBecause that's what people wear to funerals.'
âI don't have anything black.'
Yasmine huffs and tells me to just walk on. I forgot something in my room so I run in and bring the painting I'm going to put with Isa. It was his favourite.
We all leave and find four men standing outside with a body wrapped in the Syrian flag on two wooden sticks. They pick the wooden sticks up and start walking.
âWho is that Yasmine?'
âIt's Isa Adam. Stop asking me stupid questions.'
âIsa was in the hospital, how did he get here?'
Yasmine doesn't answer my question, she just starts walking on behind the four guys and crying. Everybody starts to chant âThere is no God but Allah and the Prophet Muhammad PBUH is his messenger'. The men carrying Isa started chanting and then the whole family joined in. We walk past the hospital and down the main road to where we said goodbye to mama. People on the streets start joining in and chanting with us. I don't even think they know Isa. I hear a guy saying âsee you in heaven dear martyr' to Isa. I start chanting along with them and holding on to Yasmine's dress. She's still crying. By the time we get to the cemetery we have a huge crowd behind us. The four men put Isa down and turn around to face the crowd.
âEveryone now please read Surat Al-Fatiha on the martyr's soul.' Everyone goes quiet and raises their hands up and starts whispering to themselves. I can't count how many people there are. I started counting them but couldn't see far enough. I need to step on something to be able to see. They finish reading and wipe their hands on their faces. The four men carry Isa again and walk through the cemetery to an empty box of soil where they put him. Mama is on his right. My tears hurt as they come down my face. I miss Isa and want him to come back. I tighten my grip on the painting I brought with me. They cover him with soil and Yasmine falls to the ground. She digs her hands into the soil and starts screaming and crying loudly. Khalid leans down and whispers something to her. I tap Tariq's shoulder and tell him I want to put my painting on Isa. He asks me what's in it and I show him a picture of a tank with three people squashed under it and the prayer verse I wrote over it.
âYou can't do that Adam.'
âWhy? It was Isa's favourite painting.'
âDid you draw it?'
âYes I did.'
âOkay then, let's go together.'
Tariq holds my hand and takes me closer. I look back and people start to leave. I put the painting down and in my heart I tell Isa to say âhi' to mama. Yasmine gets up and puts the side of her scarf over her face and wipes her tears. Everyone is crying, even Ali. I wonder if his family are still in their house. He never mentions them. Yasmine puts her hand on my shoulder and squeezes it hard. We start to walk away and Baba's walking stick sinks into the soil and he nearly falls down. Everyone is purple today. We walk away slowly because Baba can't walk fast. People put their hands out and Tariq shakes them and thanks them for praying for Isa. I hear a group of people shouting and running really loudly coming closer to us. I look at Yasmine and before I am able to look back I hear a string of gunshots being shot and see bullets in the air hitting people. Five people fall in front of us screaming. Yasmine pushes me down quickly and pushes my head onto the ground. I get soil in my nose and I can't breathe. I wriggle my head but Yasmine pushes me down harder. I can just hear gunshots but I don't know how close they are or if I am going to get shot. I can hear men shouting âAssad is our master!' If they're with the president, why are they killing people from his country?