The Path To Germany

Broken

Hey guys! Sorry that the picture is not the best that there is because I spent a long time searching for one that sort of looked like the last boat, but I could not find a good one. Please tell me in the comments if the picture is good enough for you. :)  -GalacticQueen123

June 4 

Dear diary, it has been five days since we left the dock. Whenever the thought that I have lost both Nour and  Mami tries to haunt me, I shake it out of my head and desperately think of something else. I still cry about them, and what'll happen to me when we get to Germany, well, if  we even get to Germany. So far the sea has been very calm. The sound of the swishing water and the cawing birds sooth me. Even the slightly salty scent in the air does. Almost anything can sooth me now. But the only thing that worries me now is that the boat has been making a weird grinding sound. The men are murmuring their worries and the women are chatting about what would or could happen to us if the boat broke down. I hurried to the front of the boat, not in the mood for getting any more bad thoughts in my head. The kids are squealing and tickling each other and laughing. I can't imagine how they are still happy. Well, said a voice in my head that sounded very like my voice but with a sneer to it. I halted. THEY didn't loose their friend, OR their mother............But you did........STOP  IT!  I screamed in my head. Tears had started to drip down my cheeks. I waited for a while, and the voice never came back. Confident that the voice was gone, I went to the edge of the boat and looked out at the sea. وداعا, Yana 

June 8

Dear diary, The boat has been making the loudest grinding sound yet. I am panicking. The boat can't break! We would be stranded in the middle of the sea! As if the devil had made the boat break, the boat made a last loud grinding sound, then halted. Since we don't have any signal to contact any other boat to tow us to land, we are practically stranded. A man shouted: "NOW WHAT?!?!" Kids started to cry. I frantically looked behind me, obviously no sign of land since that was the way we came and we couldn't swim all the way back to the dock. I looked to my left for a sign of land, no sign of land. I looked at the front, no sign of land. Lastly, praying that there was a sign of land, I looked to my right. I saw a black line on the horizon. I stood up as tall as I could and yelled to the moaning and murmuring crowd: "Hey! Who's got binoculars?" A man raised his hand and said: "I do! I do!" I felt more relieved  when I quickly strode to him. Maybe we did actually have hope. The man pulled out a small pair of binoculars from his bag and handed it to me. I said thanks, then bolted back to the right of the boat, jumping on a bench and looking at the black line on the horizon through the telescope. There was land!!!! Excitement flooded my body. وداعا, Yana 

Translation: وداعا = bye