My battle scars. Non-fiction by Diary Marif

My battle scars   A scar the size of a small spider mars the left side of my head. It holds the memory of a four-year-old boy, who only knew war for the first four years of his life. His playground was an empty field and his toys were cannonballs, found among the ruins. One day,Continue reading “My battle scars. Non-fiction by Diary Marif”