One Day Narrative Essay

Imagine this, you’re just a young three year old boy, and you stand staring out the window, hours on end. You continue to wait and eventually nighttime falls. Finally, you start drifting off, oh how closing your eyes feels so wonderful at this time, even though you feel shame and heartbreak. Just then you see headlights take a left and pull into your graveled driveway. The wait is over, hours of staring out the window have ended and a man opens the door gets out one leg at a time, and starts heading to the door. You’re heart starts to feel as if it’s about to beat out of your chest. You’re so filled with excitement you run out the door daddy, daddy! The man gently smiles, picks you up kisses you on the cheek and hugs you cracks a joke or …show more content…
He grew up as a young muslim boy who loved school, his God, and family. These were wonderful times until the day his world was turned upside down. Bombs going off everywhere, people dieing in the streets, smoke fills the air, a lady lays near by under the structure of a home, she cries for help and nothing can be done the weight of the beams is too much too bear and there is no choice but to say I’m sorry and too run, run for your life. In the morning, the Talaban, under Sadam Husseins rule, had come in and took him to a discrete place. He watched as Sadam and his troops would line up men and women and children, even his cousins and brother up against the wall firing upon them as if lives we …show more content…
American soldiers found the group my dad included and gave them hospitality , taking them in Saudi Arabia in exchange for the enemies location. He lived there in a mile radious never having the ability to be free due to American soldiers and guard towers would watch for someone to slip away to go give the U.S. location. Food was rationed and times were tough. Years later, he was free the Americans had gave him an opportunity to pack his bags and go anywhere in the world besides his home land. He chose the united states and flew to Boston Ma, then too New York, with his friends, looking for jobs. By some stroke of luck, destiny, he found that there were jobs in Freeport, IL. This is where he set up home, met my mother, and where I was born. As, much as he loved us, he loved his home more. Years later when I was five, and after Sadam was hung, he decided it was safe to go back home. Promising me he will be back in three months. Which leads to me and my