palo

The cold mountain wind caressed Leila's hair; A cold and cruel caress. Laila, tired and helpless, looked at her disabled child who was resting in her arms. The child's eyes were full of questions and empty. Leila said about the days and nights of displacement in the mountains; From hunger and cold, from being no one. He had no hope in his heart; Except for hoping for a miracle, of which there was no effect. Only the heavy shadow of the mountain and the whisper of the wind were their companions. Leila and her child, two drops of tears on the vast expanse of the mountain.