The Valley That Bled
Frightful to all men is death; but for me, even more terrifying was seeing a mother who in dark agony was anguishing, asking her soul, "Into what dark abyss art thou now departing?" A phantasmagoria of horror and confused tremor withal an absurd, horrid fable seemed arising among the people as if Satan had ordered a great person to take baths of young humans' blood for restoration of his own; all spoiled by debaucheries.
"O' Heaven," the poor, naked body laid, wretched. His mother's inarticulate cry to the sky, not in travail throes but in death throes, seemed piercing the crystalline vault. "O' azure skies, do you do nothing but reverberate echo of it? Respond to it. Respond, for this handcuffed lioness is crying from the uttermost depths of pain and debasement."
"O dear," came a whisper. "Ye are heard in Heaven and the answer too will come; in the horror of great darkness and shaking of the world, and a cup of trembling which all the nations shall drink from!"
Aleena Waseem
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