Silent Conversation of Two Wounded Soldiers

Motherland is ruined to ground and I’ve only an hour or less to spend my life. The enemy of my people, a bit stronger and seems happy to have more time to live his, stands before me. I always thought that great Allah was with me; I’m a faithful Muslim. He is a devoted Christian. I saw him, ere we exchanged bullets of anger, intently calling to his Father (household name of his so called God) Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. With our guns pointing at each other, would he let me live, or would I let him go? Ah, what are we goin’ to do with our short remaining breath, continue killing each other or mend our wounds? Or, should we still ask the god(s) to solve these issues at hand?