Sumayahs

Salim Maula

The pain that hit his entire body, also tired that knocked out all joints, making Sumayah sleep without realizing it even he could not close back the clothes that he was lying on the chest.

The baby fell asleep after being satisfied to suckle his mother. He squirms when the sunlight strikes the face. His hands fumbled at Sumayah's skin, he devoured back the small meat grains that had been left behind last night.

The pain of ASI that dries up makes Sumayah grimace. Since yesterday, nothing had passed through his throat other than the rain water he had taken a few drops.

His eyes twitched, twitching slowly according to the sunlight that hit his cornea. Sumayah was still in the cave last night. He hissed as the baby who was devouring his ASI was unceasingly sipping.

"Oh .. How painful it feels! Yes, yes, God!" moaning Sumayah held back the pain that hit her chest.

He opened his eyes and looked at the pair of small, flaming beads. Her cheeks are blooming as she tries to get food from ASI the Mother. Honey, the ASI in the bag seems to be drying out.

Sumayah changed the position of her baby, she was afraid that danger was still lurking outside. She won't let her baby cry and tell them where she is.

The same thing, when the other breast milk bag is wiped by the baby. Dry, his face was pale. The dry, flaky skin of his lips will bleed as he moves them.

"Oh my God, the pain!" He groaned again feeling the pain.

"Already, Son! We have to find food or drink first" said Sumayah removing the small mouth from her skin. Instead, Sumayah put her own baby thumb into that little mouth.

"Not what, is it? Once Mom finds food, you'll be able to suckle again. Patience, dear," said Sumayah again while covering the cloth on her chest.

He looked up at the ceiling of the cave which had a little hole. From there the sunlight poured in and illuminated the cave. There was nothing in the cave, just rocks mossed in the walls and puddles of rain last night.

Sumayah glanced at her feet, some incision wounds were imprinted with blood that had dried up. On the soles of his feet too, the gaping wounds were quite wide. Last night Sumayah did not feel the pain, but now she grimaced when she saw what else imagined she had to walk out of this cave and find a safer place.

"God ... How am I going to walk on this scarred leg?" ringing with tears. He sobbed himself lamenting the fate of the life he had to live.

"Kevin, dammit! I will never forgive you! I swear you will never live in peace!" furious with eyes staring sinisterly at the wound on his leg.

The writhing of the small creature in the stomach, made Sumayah's anger soften. He stared at the tiny innocent baby in his lap.

"I'm sorry, Mom, kid! You have to experience all this. You just came to the world of suffering to welcome you, but you take it easy, baby. I promise you that after all this is over, only happiness will you get. I promise you, my son. SALIM MAULA'S."

Sumayah's thumb rubbed the soft cheeks of her baby who was still sucking her own fingers. Her tears dripped without the heart to see the red baby had to suffer.

"Salim Maula .. he was a friend of the Prophet who fought against Musailamah Al-Kazzaab. Be strong and courageous like him. Against injustice and injustice in the world. Be a wise man, and uphold justice in everyone. Please don't take your father's bad qualities. Enough of your appearance is exactly like him, but do not the nature and behavior that you take anyway. Salim ... My son!"

Sumayah screamed in her heart. Every word he spoke shook the people of heaven and earth. His prayer pierced the sky to the seventh layer. All the angels guaranteed. Even with all the creatures on the face of the earth also send Sumayah prayers to His Throne.

Sumayah, looked up wiping her tears while looking at the situation outside. Maybe the day has gone. The sound of crisps in the stomach is always asking for his right. Sumayah gripped her own stomach. Resisting the pain from the hunger that hit.

"I have to be strong, I have to be able to get up and get out of here. I can't give up! This wound is nothing more than having to watch my son take his life at the hands of that demonic woman!" Sumayah.

His eyes glinted with determination. He gathered all the energy he had, slowly bringing his body up. Stand while leaning against the mossy stone wall. His breath was wheezing, enduring the pain from the wounds on the soles of the feet.

"Oh Allah .. sullen, but I must not complain. I have to be strong for my son's sake" he said as he tightened his jaw to hold all the flavors that spread from the soles of his feet.

With great difficulty, Sumayah was finally able to stand up. His feet were looking for uninjured skin. However, all of his leg skin was injured. He came back grimacing with tears. Sumayah walked over, holding onto the stone wall. Creeping out through a narrow rock crevice.

The patient's clothes he was wearing were no longer. Filled with lost mud is already its color. His tangled hair was clumped by the wet soil that wrapped it. Just like a madman who never took care of himself.

The sun outside was almost hot when Sumayah managed to get out of the cave. Luckily, the cave was hidden in the bush until they could not find it.

Sumayah breathed a sigh of relief, she thought she had survived because no voices were heard last night. However, Sumayah's guess was wrong. In the distance he still saw people in black uniforms surrounding the forest. Examine every tree, scatter every bush.

Sumayah hid, walking in opposite directions with those who were still looking for her. He repeatedly grimaced and whimpered as the pain from his wound was piercing.

Sumayah dragged her limped steps. Bloody wounds from the soles of his feet, leaving red traces on the dried leaves. He must make it out of this forest. Sumayah further sped up the pace, as the trees began to stretch and the end of the forest was visible.

As hard as he can, he will endure the pain in his legs, no matter the wound will get wider. He had to get away from the forest. Sumayah managed to get out. He continued to drag his steps wherever his feet carried him. He did not stop his swing even though his legs were limping.

Sumayah threw herself behind a large rock. Sitting with gasping breath and a grimacing face. His hands were massaging his feet that were sore due to the widening wounds. Bleeding nonstop. His lips are getting pale.

He gulped repeatedly to moisten his dry throat. Nihil, that spit can't even wet it. His throat is dry.

"Haus .. I'm so thirsty" he murmured, looking to his right and left hoping that there was something he could eat or drink. Sumayah dropped her head on the stone, her eyes closed. Crying does not even tear your eyes. Oh ... Sumayahs! How strange your life is!

The baby began to fidget, writhing indeterminately. His face slipped on Sumayah's chest with his mouth open looking for the usual grains of flesh he sipped to fill his stomach.

Crying was it, making Sumayah hit by a terrible panic. He was too tired to run. Just cradle him in the cradle hoping the baby will subside and calm down.

"Ssssttt ... relax, baby! Don't cry, if you cry, I'm afraid they'll hear and we'll get caught. Relax, Salim! My son!" sumayah. Forced to take off his top clothes, he took out what his son was looking for despite the pain. His skin had been peeled off and bleeding from the sidelines of the wound.

"Oh .. O God, it's painful!" moans Sumayah as the little lips sip the skin. Sumayah cried, but her tears nothing dripped as if they had eroded. His ears caught a voice in the distance, he gulped.

"What's that?"