Marine Invasion

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Marine Invasion
We were sitting on a wide green mat, covering a large area of Al-Murjan Island. A new island emerged in the middle of the sea, and came into existence from no where, located some kilometers away from our village. We have entered - my family and me – across a strip of an asphalt road linking it with the main land city, protected from both sides by large stones, laid down and coordinated in a very attractive way, giving the entrance a beautiful and additional splendor. The strip has led us to the parking area at the front of the island, where we parked our car, and went looking for a good spot.

We took our place in the eastern area of the island, where trees are less, and near the sea water, to be able to receive the wind even with less blowing, and less humidity, which was attacking us from time to time. After we have evacuated our previous location, in side one of the cabins stationed in the west side of the island, which we have fled from due to less air movement, with extreme humidity and trees density. We went on enjoying the surroundings, walking through the pedestrian paths, which were staggering and wiggling like rocky long snake, passing between the scattered grass patches on the back of the island, or by viewing the attractive landscape, the green high trees, and roses with different types and colors, scattered all over the green areas and grass. The island was like an Iranian carpet, has been knitted by skilled weavers. That coordination was an eye dazzler, which has made it an excellent tourist attraction, and camping area.

Among the campers and those were sitting not far from us, a number of witty and light shadow children, came accompanied by their parents to change the monotony of life, and renew their activeness. They were running between their families sitting spots on the grass, and the ****l barrier separating us from the sea. Although they were small kids with gentle bodies, their flirting was heavy and violent, and they were crying like crows. So we were disturbed, whenever they were passing by, outraged in fear, whenever one of them was shouting.

Their parents were in groups of women and other of men, and each group took a corner far away from the other, and the children were in the custody of the ladies. They went on taking and chatting, enjoying their time and the food and drinks they have brought, leaving the children having fun and playing on their own, with no control and without supervision.

Suddenly things have changed, joy turned into alert, and humor and fun into an attack towards the sea. We have noticed the people around us – males and females, leaving their places and locations of joy, gathering beside the ****l barrier. They were overcome with fear of what has occurred, or of what they have imagined has occurred! But, the others, with marks of questions, wonder and curiosity, about what happened, were allover their faces?!

Some men around there have taken off their clothes, and jumped over the fence in order to jump into the sea, to rescue whom they have believed might drowned! When they did not find what they were looking for, directed their eyes toward us, because we were the nearest to the water, and they were amazed, why we were not effected by what they believed have occurred. Therefore they asked us about the cry, which started suddenly?! Our reply to them was as if the screams became normal, after what we have endured from their children: One of your children might love his voice, so he raised it, trying to imitate one of the birds.

They went back disappointed, asking their women, who are staying in their place, and did not move like us, about some children whom they thought that on of them has drowned?! So they answered amazingly, how in their play and fun, could notice that one of the children was missing: they are here on our side and no one is lost. Then they returned to their location and back to their fun. So we decided to leave the place and return to our home, after what we have endured from their children's disturbance, and we were laughing from the amazing and strange stand.
Written by: Noah Hussein Mashamea

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Very Strong And nice
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