Escape
For those kids that wake up every
morning under the fear of the Taliban
By: Alinah
My mind tells me to look back at the demolished homes, but my heart tells me not
I know the Taliban is still here, I fear that soon I will be caught
My legs turn me as if they were a car
I walk on, fighting to get the picture of a shot child out of my head
Now everybody I know is dead
Then I stop
Boom a bullet is shot, landing on my knee
I scream, by now I can't see
But the pain has spread too far
My body is weak so I can't stand, I fall on a stone
Nobody is here to help me, I am alone
I wish I had a family
My eyes slowly open, I take a look around
Pain hits my back from resting on the ground
When I manage to turn I see a girl
She is bloody and cold
But not that old
I think she sees me
She looks my way
Her face shows sorrow and a dull grey
I want to help her but I can't
I am burning with a million questions for her
Wondering which one she will prefer
I can tell we'll be best friends
