The End of a Brave Man

“I, Labiba Al-Shaqraq, will tell you what happened next. I will say a few simple words, like Mufid’s simplicity and sparseness… words drenched with my tears, but not for sadness. Mufid has taught me, since we met, not to grieve for anything, neither for him nor for myself… I heard Mufid say to Sergeant Zureiq, “Try, try, Sergeant Zureiq, from his foot inside the threshold.” Suddenly, Mufid pulled a pistol from under the cover placed over his amputated legs and pointed it at Sergeant Zureiq’s chest. The sound of the bullet rang out, Sergeant Zureiq collapsed, blood gushing from his mouth, and people ran after me. I shouted to Mufid. Mufid did not respond, but instead pointed the muzzle of the pistol to his temple and fired.
And Hanna Mina is with his brave man; he restores the luster of chivalry and the youth of courage… and the courage forgotten in the embrace of defeat takes its place in the chest, no. The lines… confrontations and events… and Mufid, with his vigour, courage, and the concepts of truth and justice deeply rooted in his soul, confronts even when he is powerless.