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Blood was dripping from his crooked nose. He stumbled through the crowd of detainees towards the guards. His body swayed from side to side like a grandfather clock. As his knees buckled and began falling to the ground, he cried out for help. His body collapsed to the dirt like a rag doll thrown across a room. The riots raged on in the centre of the yard.
“Hello Adil, I'm Dr Williams. How are you feeling today?”
I looked around the sterile, white room. The television’s signal was intermittently dropping out. The heart monitor attached to me kept perfect time. “How could they let that happen to him?” I asked, “Why would they let him die?”
Rajeed, my friend from my home country of Afghanistan, was dead because of two stupid guards …show more content…
I had family and friends. Rajeed and I would play cricket in the streets of an afternoon with some of my other friends. I had a life and a future. The Taliban changed everything. Once they took Kabul, we knew we had to leave just to live another day. The once bustling streets filled with markets were now desolate. Buildings that were brimming with people were now crumbled ruins. My family sold our possessions on the black market so we could escape. We jumped the border into Pakistan where the Taliban had not yet attacked. An opportunity came up for one of us to go to Australia; I wanted mum to go cause I had almost settled in to Pakistani life and wanted to stay. But my father sent me instead. That was the last time I saw my parents. I have no idea where they are, if they are ok, or if they are alive. From Pakistan, I flew to Malaysia with a fake passport. For two weeks I was hunted by the police for getting in illegally. I found a safe house with two other people trying to flee their homeland. After living in hiding for a month, I found a people smuggler who promised I would get to Australia where I would be safe. This was the best news of my life. When I got to the boat I saw Rajeed; I was over the moon. I had someone I knew to talk to; someone to help me through the approaching sea of troubles I was never
Blood was dripping from his crooked nose. He stumbled through the crowd of detainees towards the guards. His body swayed from side to side like a grandfather clock. As his knees buckled and began falling to the ground, he cried out for help. His body collapsed to the dirt like a rag doll thrown across a room. The riots raged on in the centre of the yard.
“Hello Adil, I'm Dr Williams. How are you feeling today?”
I looked around the sterile, white room. The television’s signal was intermittently dropping out. The heart monitor attached to me kept perfect time. “How could they let that happen to him?” I asked, “Why would they let him die?”
Rajeed, my friend from my home country of Afghanistan, was dead because of two stupid guards …show more content…
I had family and friends. Rajeed and I would play cricket in the streets of an afternoon with some of my other friends. I had a life and a future. The Taliban changed everything. Once they took Kabul, we knew we had to leave just to live another day. The once bustling streets filled with markets were now desolate. Buildings that were brimming with people were now crumbled ruins. My family sold our possessions on the black market so we could escape. We jumped the border into Pakistan where the Taliban had not yet attacked. An opportunity came up for one of us to go to Australia; I wanted mum to go cause I had almost settled in to Pakistani life and wanted to stay. But my father sent me instead. That was the last time I saw my parents. I have no idea where they are, if they are ok, or if they are alive. From Pakistan, I flew to Malaysia with a fake passport. For two weeks I was hunted by the police for getting in illegally. I found a safe house with two other people trying to flee their homeland. After living in hiding for a month, I found a people smuggler who promised I would get to Australia where I would be safe. This was the best news of my life. When I got to the boat I saw Rajeed; I was over the moon. I had someone I knew to talk to; someone to help me through the approaching sea of troubles I was never