Romextly wrote:-Insaanistan- wrote:She took a risk and put her hand on him. “Please, Scipio. If you don’t remember me, you have to remember Mustafa. The explosion. Hearing he was dead. At his funeral, you said ‘When I was in training to be an officer, they always told me how a leader must be strong and forceful, To never give ground in what you believe in. But in my last deployment to this wonderful country, I learned the other part of leadership that cannot be taught. I saw how Mustafa lead, not with forcefulness, but with compassion. He helped the weak. He stood up to the strong and was agreat leader. It was an honor to serve near him.’”
She dug into her bag and brought out picture of Mustafa someone had taken of him when he was still in Somalia. Mustafa was smiling a sad smile, a weary smile, but a determined smile. You could see the fire in his eyes ready to burst forth at any moment with one transgression.
“Mustafa. This, is Mustafa. Please, Scipio. Try to remember. Please.”
He collapsed. The trees giving a murderous thud when they fell
Nura dodged the trees and ran to Scipio. She opened his mouth and got water from her hand and poured it down his throat. “Wake up! Wake up, Scipio!”