Traffic Jam

A car stopped. “Oh my God, I'm already late,” she mumbled as she pounded the horn, rolled down the window, and shouted, “Please give me the way, give me the way.”

I also won't be able to reach in today. After that, she dialed a number on her cellphone, then cut it off, and wrote a text, “I'll be late today. It's a major traffic jam.”

She dropped her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.

“Why don't you leave this job? You don't need to keep doing it.”

Her husband said to her many times.

“You know better. I prepared to do this job.”

“Yes, I know. If you're having trouble, you should change your mind and leave it.”

How could she change her mind? She knew that if she quit this job, she would face other problems because she had been very depressed.

“You should get a job or involve something else,” the doctor had advised her. So she took a job at a school as a teacher on her doctor's advice.

It had been five years since her marriage. It was her second miscarriage.

She was alone in her home when her husband went to the office. They lived in another city because of her husband's job. They were new to this city, so they didn't know many people. She had been depressed, alone in her home, and dealing with serious mental issues. The doctor suggested that she take a job if she wanted to get out of her disease.

She got a job at a children's school. But she couldn't manage it. The school was far from her home, and she couldn't get there in time every day. She couldn't manage her other work.

Many times, school administrators had cautioned her. Her husband gave her many suggestions to leave or change this job.

She was still thinking when a school van stopped near her. It was filled with children. She got too busy to look at them. She smiled and began watching their mischiefs with complete attention. They were playing, shouting with happiness, laughing, and giggling.

A boy gestured, saying 'Bye Mom,’ while sitting in the school van. Her mom stood outside the van at a distance and replied with the same gesture.

She lost again in her thoughts.

We couldn't save your baby, a doctor had told them. It was her second miscarriage.

Then the horn rang from somewhere. She came out of her thoughts and got busy again watching the children. When some children noticed that a lady was watching them, they nodded to her. She likewise replied with a gesture and a smile.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Fire, fire... There was a fire in the van. Children started to cry, "Fire, fire, help, help...

The driver of the van opened the door and leaped out of the van.

She quickly got out of the car and ran towards the van, but when she reached it, the fire spread all over the van, and many children were trapped inside. She picked up a stone and broke the mirror of the window with it. She showed courage and got inside the van and threw out many children from the window, but the fire covered the whole van; it wasn't possible to get out of the van.

A few children and she got stuck in the van. Fire moved towards them like a mythical serpent. It gulped the children, then moved towards her with outrage, as if it were saying, now my next objective is you.

She didn't cry or call for help, since she knew it was the end. She closed her eyes and saw a little boy in her imagination, gesturing to her by saying, 'Bye Mom.'