Another noise, a static buzz. It sounded not far off, and following it leads Allie to a working radio? Why it was still buzzing was astounding; how it maintained even a sliver of life here in this valley of death was a miracle. "Sir, people there are dying, and you and western counterparts turn away. We need your help." She picked up the radio, realizing this was a meeting, and not just any meeting but a meeting within the UN. Listening back in, she heard static until, " I deeply apologize, but we can not get between you and Arabs. This is a crisis in your country, and you must survive on your own. That's all, no more discussion on this topic," said Prime Minister, Theresa May. All Western nations denied them help. They were now solely alone. How she wanted to cry, scream, throw, pinch or anything at the stupid UN, stupid, stupid, stupid. But the religion that has been with her since birth began to whisper.
"Do not do that child. Remember the teachings I taught you, not the ones these invaders want you to believe. Trust in peace and not war," a voice she hoped and believed to be Allah spoke. And when a light bulb came on above her an idea struck her.
Pen and Paper. She had a pen and paper, the most dangerous weapon for a woman. For with only those two items she can get people to vote, speak, and act in almost any way she wanted. Though much effort and signatures would be needed to change the mind of the world. But trust me once she took on a challenge, she wouldn't back down until it was completed.
Taking out the paper and pen, she began her quest. She only talked to people who were alone, when you talked to a parent or parents they always say you as a threat. The first signature was hard to get, and she had a long conversation with the man. A man, who would have thought.
She saw him walking away from her and with the red x over the child's face, she assumed he lost someone important. Though hating to take advantage of him, she ran and she caught up to him. "Sir." My name is Allie," I heard myself that the UN will do nothing to help relieve us of our suffering. I want to change their minds. I know me being a woman is discomforting but, I will be able to change. Though I can only do that if you give me my first signature." She remembered the man. He stared for a long time at the paper before taking the pen and signing his name. Though incredibly small and illegible there no doubt was a signature. Allie's first.
YOU ARE READING
In the Thick of the Storm
Fiksi Sejarah"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.
