The trees are shuffling under the feet of dozens of people looking for my daughter Sarah, their lamps lighting up Hyde Park. I can only see the weeds of the night, the smell of the dampness of the earth pouring down our water-proof shoes. directione! I hear her name called in Arabic sometimes and sometimes in English,
(Lord, prepare my child) I say.. in the shadows terrifying me to wake up to a painful reality.
Following the jackets of the research team, which was written on the back (police) holding in their hands wireless phones and others carry them in their pockets, sounds of dogs tied with leather strings make the truth more realistic, whenever my strength relaxes my husband Ahmed to pulls me from my arms: ( we'll find her.. ) I have heard the same phrase for six hours. Despite the cold air but I can smell his sweat on his wool scarf as he approached me, mucus slips from his nose and inhales again, seeking his steps forward.
But .. what if she is behind us ?? Down the dirt? .. or above? I make sure we have to go ... So I go.. _____________________________ Hi guys!! This is my first story I write ever!! Im so excited ! Hope u like the first part! To help u imagine the story .. on the photo up 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
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