The Momma Clan

I lay underneath the rubble of wreckage; the ounces of breath in me feel nothing, and my senses are numb with shock and pain. 

Something shook underneath my foot so severely that I fell flat on the ground, a cloud of dust shrouded my happy home. Everything collapsed in minutes, my beautiful house, my loving family, and the warmth that encircled us like a halo, crumbled into bits and pieces. 

My fingers trace the outline of my countenance, am I alive or dead? What has happened to my family, my people, my city? 

The severity of the tremor jolted my core; I heard the voices of people searching for bodies, buried in the depths of collapsed structures. Will they hear my faint cry for help?  Or am I destined to die? 

I can only rely on God and pray for revival! 

Faith is the only insurance against the odds. 

*Heartfelt prayers for the victims who have lost their lives,  and those who have survived the deadly tremors in the devastating earthquake in the city of Morroco. 

–Nibedita Rajguru