Jan
MotiveArt Fragments Competition
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LEADING THE GENERATION
by MASHUDA KHANOM AGE: 11
Here is a story about my life and all the hardship and misery I've experienced. I lived in pain and misery, because of the bombs. Half of my family have passed away, and the other half is seriously injured. I am the strongest out of the whole family, so I took care of them just like my deceased father used to. I plan to give this responsibility to my children when I am old and fragile.
Our difficult and scary journey through this cruel world, of nothing but war, was harder then you can ever imagine. Our destination was a safe warm country. The only way to survive is if we could be safe, in a different country such as Great Britain. Great Britain is so civilized. I am struggling to keep my family together for my body is weak and slightly withered.
"Come on everyone. Just one more mile. Were almost there, so don't give up now!"
I continuously encouraged my family. All of them were speechless because I was taking my fathers death so well. It seemed years ago to me, even though it was just yesterday! Nevertheless I shouldn't give up when every ones counting on me the most.
I could see Iraq just ahead.
"We'll rest here for the night, Rafiki your on patrol until morning."
"Yes sir"
Rafiki was almost twenty, we adopted him years ago. (Well actually we really just found him on the streets crying, and assumed he was an orphan. We didn't sign any adoption papers, because we had no time.)That night I was at least half a sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about my family and I knew some one would die tomorrow, but whom?
I could here the sound of horses just a small distance away. I could sense one was right near our camping spot. I was wide awake when I felt the horse's breath going straight through my ear.
"What is wrong?" Rafiki asked curiously hoping I would not notice the horse in the dark.
"Why is their a horse near me, why did it breath in my ear?" I asked with determination.
"Oh, um... I caught it and tied it too the tree."
"Why!"
"I have a plan that I am positive you will find useful."
Rafiki explained everything to me about how he caught the horse and was going to make a cart with it. (So we didn't need to walk to every country, instead we could laden the cart with ourselves and our belongings.)
That morning thanks to Rafiki, the family did not have to walk. However at certain times the horse was tired.
"Stop!" I yelled with fury at the younger children. "That is a bomb if it went off we would all die. Please don't touch anything with out permission." I couldn't stop shouting angrily.
The bomb wasn't on but if they touched anything the bomb would go off.
Iraq was awfully like Afghanistan. It reminded me of...? Years back when my mother died. I kept quiet for months, although my aunt as well as my father raised me to be strong, I found it so hard to handle the tragedy after that unfortunate incident. I led the family to a safe spot and ran to fetch the food. The youngest in my family is Sara. Sadly her vision was not the best, she was practically blind. However the rest of her senses were absolutely perfect and quite amazing. Sara sat in her mothers lap like the little angel she was.
I got in to a little rowdy argument with the shop assistant about the pricing of the vegetables. Sara woke with a startle and said.
"There's a landmine just beneath us."
I lead the family out safely and tried to help some people. I was finally able to get everyone out of the area accept myself. I had no chance of surviving. A helicopter flew above me and threw down a bomb. It was a miracle I survived, however the land mine beneath me went off and I lay in pieces knowing I had no future whatsoever. Tears rolled rapidly down my family's eyes. I couldn't do anything I was scattered everywhere, I was dead.
