The old woman with the baby

I´m walking down the street filled with thousands of refugees. Above me the planes of the military corps make such a horrible noise. Sheryl is sobbing in my arms. She is just three weeks old. I wonder what will happen next. How should i bring up her. We have nothing, no bread, no water and the heat is unbearable. My head hurt horribly. Suddenly i stop and everywhere around is a field of green grass and on the top of a huge hill i see a very shiny person. Might it be god? Sheryl stops sobbing. I walk slowly towards this figure. I say, sorry!!! He turns around and I just notice the 'BANG' out of a gun.