War Kids (15 page)

JADA

The kitchen door flies open, and all the girls jump. Before the war, I would’ve jumped as well - I’d get startled when bread popped up from the toaster. But now, I’m always ready to run or attack. I make sure I know where the exit is at all times – it’s like second nature these days.

“Hello, ladies,” Mansur says confidently as he stands in the doorway. What is he doing here? This is where the girls hang out. But I have to admit it’s nice to see a friendly face. Zak has been ignoring me since we got here.

Whatever… Zak’s loss is Mansur’s gain! And Mansur is easy on the eyes. I hadn’t noticed before, maybe because my head was so wrapped around Zak. But I’m tired of waiting for him to make a move.

Mansur is taller than Zak, and he looks strong. I can see the muscle definition under his t-shirt… a definite upgrade from Zak.

I quickly look away as Mansur catches me checking him out. I feel my cheeks flush, and I can’t think of anything to say.
Crap!

Mansur winks at me.

“Sorry, ladies, didn’t mean to scare you.”

All the girls giggle and look at me with my red face.

“What are you doing in here?!” I snap at him. I’m not used to all these emotions. It seems like the only natural one to me is anger. Bet I’m going to scare him off, the same way I did with Zak.

He gives me an adorable smile. “Hi, Jada. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d give you a hand, if that’s okay with you?”

Of course, it’s okay with me!

“The more, the merrier,” I say casually. “What would you like to do?”

“What are you doing?” he asks as he walks over to me. I can feel a girly grin appearing on my face, and I struggle to stay cool.

“Peeling potatoes… Are you really sure you want to help? I think sleeping may be better than peeling potatoes.”

Mansur places his hand on the lower section of my back, and my body tingles with his touch. I can feel the redness rushing back into my cheeks, but for a different reason this time.
He does like me!

“I’m happy to hang around here with you,” he says with a little twinkle in his eye.

“I’m happy as well,” I blurt out. A few of the other girls in the kitchen start to giggle.
Damn, did Tilly hear that?

I look over at her, and she’s so busy cleaning the dishes, she apparently hasn’t even noticed that he’s here. Good.

Mansur rubs his hand up and down my back. I like how it feels… warm and safe.

“So, potatoes?” he says.

I reach over to grab the bucket of potatoes and place them in front of him. I take a step back, hoping he puts his hand on my back again.

I can barely contain my smile when, a moment later, he does.

But then his hand brushes down to the top of my buttocks.

What the…?

I jump back in shock, swiftly turning to Mansur and giving him the evil eye as I press my lips together.

“You cannot blame a man for trying!” He laughs.

“Peel these potatoes, you naughty boy!”

This is going to be fun.

JADA

“Jada, wake up.” Zak is kneeling next to me. It’s so early, we haven’t spoken for days, and now he’s shaking me awake!

“Wake up.” He repeats. He gives me a shove and pulls my blanket off me. The cold air washes over my body.

Bloody fool, what’s he playing at!

“I’m awake, I’m awake. Give me my blanket back, it’s freezing,” I protest in my newly-woken state. I slowly open my eyes to see Zak at my side. “What’s wrong, why are you not on look-out?”

“I’ve finished, but we don’t have much time. Get your gun.”

Now I am awake and not questioning him anymore. I take the gun from my backpack and quickly place it in my pants before anyone else can see.

This is the most he’s spoken to me since we got here. He has a concerned look on his face and looks tired… so different from the boy I met just last week. We are the only ones awake in the church; everyone else is sleeping or on look-out.

Zak stands up, placing his finger over his mouth to indicate I should not speak. What’s going on? Why are we sneaking about?

He leads the way to the kitchen. There’s an exit in the back, so I guess we’re going outside. He turns to me and takes my hand. As we connect, electricity runs through my body.

We both look down to see where the power came from. He must’ve felt the connection as well, as he has a loving and warm smile on his face. My cheeks are turning pink as he watches me, and I can see that he's trying not to laugh. He continues to hold my hand and leads me to the kitchen exit.

God, I’ve missed him. He makes me feel safe, and there I was stupidly flirting with Mansur! What was I thinking?

“Wait here – I’ll check that it’s all clear.” Zak lets go of my hand and goes through the back door. I stand there alone in the cold kitchen, wondering what is happening. But within moments he returns, placing his hand back in mine. It feels like it’s meant to be there. A perfect fit.

He grabs a bag from the counter. Oh, I wish I’d seen that before and looked inside! It’s still dark out, but not for long. The sun will be rising soon. There is a boy on the roof… it's Dani, one of the boys from 3F.

Dani looks at me and waves. I wave back, still with the silly grin on my face from Zak’s warm hand. Zak takes me by surprise and starts to run, dragging me along with him. Soon we are sprinting. I don’t know where we’re going, but I guess Zak does. He doesn’t speak to me, he just keeps on running. Every few strides, he turns and smiles at me. Every time he does I feel happy and free. I didn’t realize until now just how much I have missed him.

We run over the hill, past the cemetery, and through some woods. We come to a beautiful clearing. All we can see are grassy hills, untouched by the war. It is like we are the only inhabitants of a whole new planet.

Zak leads me out to a section on the hill and, to my disappointment, lets go of my hand.

He opens the bag and takes out a blanket. He lays it smooth on the ground and then pats it, signaling me to sit down. I do as instructed, taking the gun out of my pants and placing it off to the side.

We sit so closely, our bodies are almost touching. The electricity between us feels strong, like my body is drawn to him. I just want him to hold me close and keep me safe. I’ve never felt this way before.

As if reading my mind, Zak places his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

It feels right, so warm and safe. I can feel my body stiffening up a little with nervousness and excitement. As soon as my body changes, Zak glances at me with an awkward look on his face. He can feel my tension. I stare into his eyes, and I can feel myself becoming at ease again. Zak’s eyes light up, and his smile is back where it belongs.

This would be the perfect time for my first kiss.

Zak leans over to me. Butterflies fill my stomach as he gets even closer. He reaches out with his free arm, slowly putting his hand on my chin, and he turns my face away from him, away from his lips, and toward the beautiful morning sunrise shining over the grassy hills. The clouds are glistening gold in the spectacular, red sky. This is one of nature’s most beautiful gifts.

I turn to look at Zak, mesmerized by God’s beautiful nature show. His eyes twinkle in the sunshine. He turns to face me and pulls me in closer to him so our lips are almost touching.

A smug smile crosses his face. As I lean to him, our lips meet. His are soft and warm. A strange feeling sweeps across my body. This is not like kissing a parent or a friend; this is a new feeling -- a feeling that fills me with joy and hope.

I don’t want him to stop kissing me. I want to feel like this forever.

Zak starts to peel away from me, away from our kiss, awkward and embarrassed. Did I kiss him wrong? Was it not as good for him as it was for me? I’m too nervous to open my eyes, but I can feel him looking at me, and I’m still sitting here like a fool, frozen in the kissing position with my eyes closed.

“Happy birthday, Jada.” Zak says to me.

Wait, what?

“How did you know it was my birthday?” I ask him.

“Haytham told me when we were walking to the truck.”

I had forgotten that today is my birthday. I smile at the memory of Haytham. I hope his family is okay.

“Thank you for the gift,” I say, shyly looking down at the blanket. Zak lifts my chin and quickly kisses me again. My eyes are still open, and I’m still in shock. Zak’s eyes are also open, and looking at me joyfully.

“Anytime,” he replies, once he finishes kissing me.

I lean away, smiling.
You sneaky man.
I gently jab him in the ribs.

“Catch me if you can,” I playfully taunt him, as I suddenly jump up and run away.

Zak begins to laugh and races after me. It reminds me of the days playing chase with my family. I feel so free and happy. Zak is fast.

He catches me within a minute, tackling me down to the ground.

He is on top of me. The laughter stops, and he brushes my hair from my eyes. Taking him by surprise, I push him off me.

He lands next to me, and I leap on top of him. “Two can play this game,” I whisper. Then I lean down and kiss him. This time he’s the one in shock with wide eyes, and I am smiling back at him. Leaning up from our kiss, he spreads out on the grass, a goofy grin across his face. Now he’s the one blushing.

“Did you bring any food in the bag?” I ask.

“Help me up, and I’ll show you,” he says.

I take his outstretched arm and pull him up just the right amount, then suddenly let go. He tumbles once again to the ground, laughing.

“Race you there!” I yell as I sprint away. Zak chases after me. I make it to the blanket and see the gun. Zak is just behind me and collapses next to me, smiling like a school boy. Looking over, I smile back at him and his expression changes.

“What’s wrong, Jada? Did I do something wrong? Did you not want me to kiss you?”

I lower my head.

“No, I wanted you to kiss me.” I slowly look up to see his reaction. His smile reappears.

“So what’s wrong?”

“Why did you ask me to bring a gun?”

“Because I would like you to teach me how to shoot it, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course I can,” I reply. “What about Tilly? Won’t she be worried about you? And who’s watching her?”

“Tilly knows we’re here,” he says. “She’ll say 'Happy Birthday' to you later. She helped pack the bag, and Dani, on the roof, is our look-out. He is a member of 3F, so he’s watching her for me. I don’t trust anyone else.” Zak looks away as he says that last line, as if he’s trying to avoid the subject. I let it go…. I don’t want to spoil the moment.

Zak takes out the rest of the food, and finally a chocolate cake. Then he pulls out some candles.

“I had to look everywhere for these,” he says. “It’s as if, when the soldiers stole our lives, they also stole all the candles.” He laughs. This is the first time I’ve heard someone joke about the war. It is strangely comforting.

Zak places the candles in the cake and lights them. “Time to make a wish.”

I don’t have to think for a second. I know what my wish is. It is the same wish every other child here would make.

…To see our fathers again.

HAYTHAM

“What happened to you?” a boy in a hospital bed asks me.

“You should see the other guy!” I say, smiling. And I’m right… he should see the other guy, and the bloody mess I left behind!

*****

Our first night in our new home –
Ha, new home! A tent with a blanket and dirt, that’s no home!

I cannot believe it. Waliyah has just fallen asleep. We’ve had a long day waiting for Mother to have her baby, and it still isn’t here! And then someone has the nerve to come into our tent.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growl, trying not to wake Waliyah.

“Give me your camera!” the boy yells. He’s a few years older than me, and taller, but I know I’m stronger than he is.

“Get the hell out of here!”

“Give it to me now!” he orders.

“What’s going on? I’m trying to sleep!” Waliyah sits up, shaking her head. She notices the stranger. “Who’s he?”

“Shut up, kid. Give me your camera!” he repeats.

“That’s rude! Get out of here! I’m sleeping!” Waliyah is funny at times. She’s only a little child, but she's strong. We get that from both of our parents; both Mother and Father are hotheads.

The boy is shocked at Waliyah’s outburst. As I get to my feet, the boy takes a step forward. He isn’t scared of me, but he should be.

“Take one more step in my tent and it’ll be your last!” I yell. Waliyah gets up and stands at my side.

The boy takes another step. His pupils begin to get larger. I can see he’s getting angry.

“Haytham, get him!” Waliyah yells at me. I look down at my little sister and smirk at her. Such a brave little girl.

Ouch!
I get a punch in the eye.
Damn, he got me!
I take a step back. Waliyah moves to the corner of the tent.

Like a raging bull, I run at him, aiming for his stomach and grabbing his waist to run him out of our tent. I slam him to the ground and leap on top of him, releasing all my pent-up anger, swinging my fists, each connecting with his face time and time again, blood flying with every punch.

Anger consumes me and takes control.
That’s for taking my father!
Another punch.
That’s for making me go through this hell!
Another punch.

“Haytham. Haytham! Stop! Stop!” In the midst of angry darkness, I hear my sister’s terrified voice.

I look down at the mangled mess in front of me. I can’t see the boy’s face anymore. I raise my hands – they are shaking and covered in blood. I hear the sound of children sobbing. Others are watching nearby.
No!
They’ve already seen far too much violence. They didn’t need to see this too.

“Refugees should not steal from another refugee!” I yell. “This is a warning, do not enter my tent!” If we are going to live here, I will protect my family at all costs.

The boy is still awake. I reach down and help him up. He lowers his head and wobbles as he stands, then slowly walks off.

Waliyah smiles at me as she wipes her tears away. She looks at me differently now… like she’s proud and scared at the same time.

******

“How long have you been here?” I ask the boy.

“They transferred me here a few days ago after they bombed the hospital. I’m Ali.”

Ali looks older than I am, and he's very good-looking. Seems really nice, too. He was probably one of the popular kids at school. I bet everyone liked him, and he had the pick of any girl. Lucky sod!

“Hi, I’m Haytham. Were you one of the freedom fighters?” He looks the right age to be fighting for the rebels. But for some reason he doesn’t look like a fighter, even with his wounds.

“No, I was attacked at school. Bloody soldiers came in and killed everyone. One of them shot me in the back. They thought I was dead, and so did I. And then the UN rescued me.”