I see a long people in front and behind me waiting to go. My 11-month-year-old son, Ghalen on my back, and my 4-year old daughter, Shanice standing right next to me holding my hand. She looks at me and asks, " Mommy where are we going, why are we leaving home? I take a deep breath and squeeze her hand saying: " Mommy is taking you guys to a very special place where you can be free and don't have to worry about being sad no more." My daughter slowly putting her head against me. I smile excitedly about finally leaving from all this suffering and pain we have been in.
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The Escape To Hajj ( First Story)
AdventureThis is a story for a school assignment I am currently working on. I really like the way I am writing this so I decided to post it here for people to read and get advice. Ok, this is a story about a young mom named Miana. She is 20 years old and has...
