I still wait for her…

I am Yaser Qubadian, Kousar’s brother. I was born in 2002 and Kousar, two years after me. It was Friday; we were about to take our weekly exams. All of a sudden, everything went dark. I couldn’t understand what was happening. When I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded the injured and the dead. I didn’t think that anything bad had happened to Kousar. I thought she had already gone out. I got out of the class and waited for Kousar near the main road but she didn’t come. I went back. I was really scared. The whiteboard in the class was covered in blood. There were body parts everywhere. I did not know that Kousar was sitting in the front row that day. I was searching her in the third and fourth rows. When I found Kousar, I tried to lift her. I got her on to my shoulders and walked towards the main road. There, I put her in the toolbox of a taxi and took her to hospital. She was not breathing and her eyes were focused in one direction. The doctor there said that she had passed away. My mother sent Kousar to school with me and I failed to protect her. Even now, when I go to the Academy, I wait for her to come after me. Whenever I get out of my classes, I wait for her near the main road. Upon reaching home, I wait for her to play games with me and when go to her gravesite, I always tell her, “get up, let’s go home.”