I went to sleep last night at 3:17am exactly. Why is it that I doubt my survival through the night? Is that what keeps me awake? I don't know... Today's the 34th day of being in this tent-- cage kind of place, trying to luster a way to get shipped off to 'Pali--Pakistan' or wherever. "Ammi, Ammi, did they finally inform you when we can leave? When we can set sail and get there?"
"Jaan, I cannot say. They lie to us day after day and I have no clue where we even are right now. I.. I'm sorry Hali, you are going to have to be more patient." My mother managed to throw a few measly words out of her mouth.
"Ma, we have been waiting for more than a month! This 'patience' you speak of is driving me crazy!" My 9 year old sister Aila shouted.
All the others glared at our family and for one second there was total silence.
"Stop screaming, you'll wake Zaiym."
I honestly couldn't take it anymore. I had to make a plan. I could see hundreds of people struggling to stay alive, let alone my own companions. I can't help but feel this pressure to get out of here and more importantly, bring my family to safety.
Eventually I was able to find a piece of handmade paper that my mother was saving because of its value, but between all the scattered mess I couldn't find a pencil. Using a twig as a substitute, I drew out a road map.
A road map to safety- and finally, a happy life.
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Unthinkable
Phiêu lưuLiving your life in complete risk won't benefit you, right? So go. Run. Fly. You can even fall, just don't stop. Why waste everything you have in hiding? why not go out and fight for yourself? your nation? your family? your strength? This is a stor...
