“Being a refugee is much more than political studies, it is the most pervasive kind of cruelty that can be exercised against a human being” Deadly silence swept through the night, dispensing uneasy tension and fear across the bombarded city of Daraa. Terror walked around our streets, loaded with heavy ammunition aiming their hatred towards innocent civilians. We did not dare to muster a single sound in our wooden creaky house, concealing ourselves from the danger within. In this town, a single sound meant a brutal slaughter of families and the innocent. Our once-packed house was bargained empty just to ensure my sister and I had a better chance to a better life, a new beginning to our biased, unfair lives. We begged for them to come with
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A bony, skinny child laid on her mother’s cradling arms, asleep as sound. VROOM. The sudden spewing noise of the engine starting snatched my attention away from the baby towards the source of the disgusting sound. The roaring sound of the engine extinguished the murmuring on the boat, freezing everyone in fear and cautiousness, and it felt as if we stopped breathing too. We were as silent as the night. And then, the boat started to move smoothly with the current. We were on our way to freedom, our way to a new life, a new …show more content…
That boat is not friendly; it is apart of the terrorists we’re are trying to flee from. Please listen to me and think!” I howled with my last breath of stamina and will.
Silence fell upon our boat and 20 pairs of eyes were focussed on me. People stood in realisation and panic followed. Screaming, yelling, shrieking and crying. This was the end of us. Everyone panicked, however no-one took action. In disgust and in hopelessness, I stretched for the motor and swung the boat around, enraging the water beneath us. But all was swell, we managed to escape the activists and continued our long expedition. In sweat and tears, I collapsed.
The sound of murmuring and the wobbling of the boat arose me from my deserving rest. My eyes were welcomed by faces of women and children, and my ears greeted by excited squeals and festive humming as I regained my consciousness.
“What happened Emma? Where are we?” I questioned, looking around for my sister.
“We found land! And look there are people waving at us! They seem friendly!” She squealed, hugging me as tight as a
A bony, skinny child laid on her mother’s cradling arms, asleep as sound. VROOM. The sudden spewing noise of the engine starting snatched my attention away from the baby towards the source of the disgusting sound. The roaring sound of the engine extinguished the murmuring on the boat, freezing everyone in fear and cautiousness, and it felt as if we stopped breathing too. We were as silent as the night. And then, the boat started to move smoothly with the current. We were on our way to freedom, our way to a new life, a new …show more content…
That boat is not friendly; it is apart of the terrorists we’re are trying to flee from. Please listen to me and think!” I howled with my last breath of stamina and will.
Silence fell upon our boat and 20 pairs of eyes were focussed on me. People stood in realisation and panic followed. Screaming, yelling, shrieking and crying. This was the end of us. Everyone panicked, however no-one took action. In disgust and in hopelessness, I stretched for the motor and swung the boat around, enraging the water beneath us. But all was swell, we managed to escape the activists and continued our long expedition. In sweat and tears, I collapsed.
The sound of murmuring and the wobbling of the boat arose me from my deserving rest. My eyes were welcomed by faces of women and children, and my ears greeted by excited squeals and festive humming as I regained my consciousness.
“What happened Emma? Where are we?” I questioned, looking around for my sister.
“We found land! And look there are people waving at us! They seem friendly!” She squealed, hugging me as tight as a