Title: At the end of the Story

 Title: At the end of the Story

A young man who had lost his leg in a war when he was a child fell in love with a young girl whose hand had been amputated. One day, she looked into his eyes and asked softly, "You know I don't have a hand... so why did you choose to love me?"

He smiled gently and replied, "And you know I don't have a leg. So why did you choose to accept my love?"

She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I lost my brother in the war. He was so young. He lost his leg too... but he didn't survive. It was the chemicals, the bombing... he couldn't fight it."

Her voice trembled, and he reached for her hand—the one that wasn't there—and held the space where it should have been.

He said quietly, "My mother... she raised me with only one hand. A soldier shot her. He thought he was a patriot. But she never stopped being strong. She never stopped loving."

The girl looked down, tears brimming in her eyes. "There are children who survived the war," she said. "Many of us are broken in body... but not in spirit."

He nodded. "You're right. We're still whole where it matters."

Days later, they sat together again, reviewing the draft of their wedding invitation. At the bottom, they had written:

We unite as one on 14th February 2040. Bless us with your love, and if you wish, donate to the thousands of young survivors—broken in body, but unbroken in heart.

Venue: At the world's largest grave, where lakhs were killed by the barbaric hands of those who called themselves patriots, but forgot what it meant to be human.

Title: Somewhere in Gaza

M.L. Narendra Kumar