Destruction and death

Five years ago.

Everything was dark. Ninan tried to move, but a crushing weight on his back did not allow him to move an inch. He felt snowflakes fall on his forehead. No, it wasn't snow, it was ash.

A pungent smell of burning wafted through his nose. And he heard a cracking sound in the distance. They were flames, without a doubt.

Then, Ninan coughed, a lot, and noticed that smoke surrounded him.

'What happened?'

Ninan tried to remember what had happened in the last few minutes. 'Remember, remember,' he told himself. Images came to his mind. He was having dinner with his parents and his brother and… suddenly… an explosion. Smoke, debris, and a ringing in his ear.

'We were bombed,' he realized. There was no doubt. His neighborhood had been the target of a bombing. 'Dammit…'

"Mom?" He called her. "Mom?"

He was answered by the crackling of flames.

"Dad?"

Nothing. Silence.

And his brother?