This is what I did when I was five

It's our tradition to receive the month of fasting Ramadan with fire. As kids we used to collect old clothes, shoes, cars wheels and anything that can be burn and make them ready to be burnt after sunset of the last day of Shabban. One night, when I was five it was the time to make the fire. I, my older sister and my two older brothers went outside after sunset, and over a rock beside our house we stopped and waited for the darkness of the night to come, as it was getting darker my oldest brother started the fire. It was an enjoyable moment looking to the fire and what made more enjoyable what my brother was doing with the fire, with a long stick in his hands the began to rais some of the clothes that were burning in a pile high into the air by the end of that stick. Those some cloths which he raised were made of nylon and there was drops of fire coming down from the end of the stick making that sound as if they are small rockets or something like that. My sister and other brother were standing in a higher place of the rock watching the fire and I was in a lower place, they were not far from me just about two metres and between us were those drops of fire falling, they stop falling from time to time for a short while. I wanted to go to the other side, I could take the short cut and join my brother and sister while there were no drops falling. I made my decision and went on crossing without telling anyone, but in the meddle of the way I saw flashes I stopped and made a sharp cry and quickly put both my hands on my face, I felt like I was washing my face with light. This time it was my face burning, a few drops of fire made their way down onto the my forehead over my right eye. This was a usual accident nothing new in it and could happen to anyone. What is unusual is what happened next. Our joy turned into sorrow, my brothers were afraid for me but more afraid from mum and what she could do to them for what happened to me. I had made a sharp cry as I saw the light, and that was it, and mum did not hear anything, my brothers started to talk to me in our way home, they begged me not to tell mum and managed to give me a hat to cover the wound, I agreed but that was not enough, I should go to bed as soon as I get home. They left my sister beside my bed and I slept while she was still seating there. Next day I woke up still wearing the hat the same way over the wound. My mum looked at me and told me to wear the hat properly, but I kept the hat in the same way and kept myself away from my mum. During that morning I played as usual, up and down the stairs every time Mum meets me she kept commenting on the way I was wearing the hat, she told me I am crazy, the hat was covering one eye. later that day, nothing could be hidden any more, my right eye started swelling, I was caught, she took me and removed the hat easily which was stuck to the wound while tears went down from her eyes. I was wrong for not telling her what happened, that is what she told me, but of cours my brothers were also wrong. I caused that pain to myself by accident, but incidently I caused more pain to her. The mark of that wound still with me, and every time I look at it I remember the person who gives me all the love and deserves all my love before all.