Real Soldier; Real Man

SLEEPY EYES, LAZY LEGSDROOPY HANDS, SPARKLING SMILEALL BECAME ACTIVE AT ONCE.
THERE SHE WAS,ARRANGED THE BOOKS,RECHECKED THE NOTEBOOKS,SHARPENED THE PENCIL,RESTED THAT BAG ON HER SHOULDERS.
THE BAG WHICH HER FATHER SAIDWOULD HELP HER BECOME STRONGERTHE BAG HER MOTHER SAIDWOULD TEACH HER FIGHT EVILTHE BAG HER GRANNY SAIDWOULD SHOW HER LIGHTTHE BAG HER SOUL SAIDWOULD HELP HER BECOME A SOLDIER
YES, THAT'S WHAT SHE WANTED TO BECOMETHE SOLDIER - JUST LIKER HER FATHERTHE MEDAL - SHINING PROUDLY ON HER PAPA'S CHESTTHE HAT - SHE SAW HER MOTHER PUTTING LOVINGLY ON HER PAPA'S HEADTHE GEM - WHICH MADE HER NATION PROUD.
DRESSED IN BLUE AND WHITE,SHE MARCHED THE CORRIDORSHOLDING HER MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY CARDPOLISHING LEFT TO BE COLOUREDTUCKED IT SAFE IN BELT.
SHE RETURNED HOME,DRESSED IN HER FAVOURITE COLOUR,THE COLOUR OF LOVE - RED.HER EYES WERE CLOSED,WHITE PATCH AT THE CORNER OF HER EYE,HER MOTHER WIPED THE DRIED TEAR WITH HER HANDS.OH! SHE FELT THE PAIN.
THE MONSTERS STILL HAVE COURAGE?THEY HAVE THE EXPLANATION LEFT?TOOK THE REVENGE?FOLLOWERS OF ISLAM?MEN OF ALLAH?MEN???
THE CARD ON HER BELT MADE HER THE MEDAL,THE COFFIN MADE HER THE HAT,HER BROKEN BREATH MADE HER THE GEM,HER FRIENDS WERE MEN.SHE WAS REAL MAN.
NO WORDS HAVE THE ANSWER,NO PRAYER HAS THE HEALING,TO REPLY THAT TEAR EYED MOTHER,TO CURE THAT BROKEN FATHER,TO MAKE THAT SMILE COME BACK,WHAT WAS HER FAULT?
WHY THE SYNONYM OF ALLAH?