"Only two slices of bread, a half-full jar of jam, a pound of flour, a canteen of water and app" e juice," Allie noted these were her supplies. This was her breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the unforeseen future. She needed to ration her resources and not share them out. People used to be a community with one another, but now, people viewed the world as them first everyone else second. It truly is a hard time out there. And the United Nations, we believe you want to help. But after two weeks of only meetings of just talking, we need you to take actions not be politicians and businessmen but act.
All the events that had occurred in the past two weeks caused her to get a migraine. The Saudis were blockading all ports making sure that they begin to starve. How the UN has had many meetings and talks about their situations and the severity of the crisis. Adults were stealing from families with young children. The children have almost dirt to eat though you do still see the people, the people who take their megaly portions, and share—the people who gain suffering by providing survival for another.
That is the person that she strives to become. A nongreedy, selfless personA thing that is a dream, not reality, she is no can't. She can't give food or water or shelter. Allie pictured how she would look in a suit. Hair pulled in a business bun sitting among the leaders of the world may be being able to talk sense into the politicians. "Reality is different fro" dreams," she mumbled. Putting on her scarf, Allie turned the doorknob only to be blasted back. A smoke bomb had gone off to neighbor's house and part of hers.
Cowering. She stayed in the home until the dust cleared with the knowledge this home was now unsafe. She darted inside. She stuffed a bag with the food and water she needed. She got paper and pens. You never knew resources were scarce. People were willing to trade for anything at this point. Going out the blown door, Allie turned down the newly dusted road. She began to see all the new destruction and devastations. Skin-wrapped skeletons lay pleading any bypassers for food or water. There were now people calling names of friends and family who they lost in the most recent confusion. Allie felt the rain began to creep out. Though before they were halfway down her face, the tears became steam and left her face hot in the noonday sun.
How she had enough water in her body to sweat was a miracle from Allah. She watched as children ran down the road. They had a long bloody cut and were as thin as paper, many of them parentless. And adults avoiding them, not wanting to feel they should have responsibilities over them. Allie heard a rumble that sounded like a clap of thunder. Though with the extreme heat, there was no way. So when the mysterious noise occurred again, she found that it was her deprived stomach.
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In the Thick of the Storm
Fiction Historique"Only two slices of bread, a half-full jar of jam, a pound of flour, a canteen of water and apple juice," Allie noted these were her supplies. This was her breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the unforeseen future.
