Personal Narrative-A Syrian Story

Syrian Story Just a normal day I went to school with my brother and sister. We were halfway through the day. My school allowed females to get an education which was a risky decision as the civil war that’s going the rebels do not want women to have an education. Though they still allowed it, my sister who started a few years ago is at a lower learning level than me, while my brother and I are in the same. It is quite packed in the school house because it is only four rooms so we are squished together. We were learning proper grammar for Arabic when we started hearing the roar of the engines off in the distance we didn’t think much of it because usually once a week the government would drive by going to the next base. They were getting closer …show more content…
I looked over to see them, a man, he had a tissue in his nose. He didn’t even look at me. Out the window, I saw a large building and in the back there were airplanes. It was the airport! I looked in the parking lot and saw it my father 's truck. I started crying. “She made it. She made it.” I repeated to myself. Elated to know that Bana was going to live. I sat there and cried as I watched the airport disappear into the distance. Not long after we stopped. Next to the car was cameras and a masked man with an axe. I knew at that moment what this was they were going to film me being killed to scare the government. “Get out.” The man said. I knew I had no right to speak, so I did what he said. “Lay on your stomach.” The ground was cold and hard. I was no longer scared of death, I had lost everything anyway. I completed what my father wanted Bana was going to live. My Mother and Father will think I’m off living a happy and free life. I did everything I could have in this life. “I’m ready to die.” I said aloud “I’m not scared. I’m ready.” I heard the grunt of the man next to me with the axe. Then I felt the cold metal of the axe touch the back of my