My wife called me last night from Mogadishu and told me that the war grew harsher in our area as mortar attacks intensified, sending shockingly fearsome tremors in the minds of those who did not get a chance to escape the war. So today I leave for Galka'yo to arrange air transport for the family to evacuate them, if at all they get access to the Mogadishu airport as all roads were cut off by the war.

When everybody scampered for cover
When seclusion is your companion
When the wind gives hostile whistles
When no bird takes wing to sing for you
When rockets fly overhead wheezing
When death arrives at your doorstep
When you are a mother of three kids
When your husband is not with you
What will you feel?