The bottom is written by my daughter Ilyana. At school they have been studying about migration and the class decided to research Afghanistan and how the Taliban affected migration. They then had to create a story in the first person using the facts thats they had researched. She had to plan each chapter to have a flow and timeline to include the proper facts. The bottom is her first chapter.
She is 9.
Taliban Attacking Afghanistan
My mom and dad hugged me and my sister while they left the house for work. My dad was sweating, his face was red I could see my dad’s shirt was wet at the back of him. There was cold drops of tears on my shaking legs. It was mom she was crying of fear.
I normally loved reading my mystery book after mom and dad left, I was almost finished with my book but I did not feel like doing that today. Instead I looked out of the terrifying window with all those nasty Talibans with super powered black guns all over the village. I suddenly heard a lady screaming like anything, the Talibans were whipping her for not covering her ankles. I dare not go outside there. I wondered to myself if I would die or whether this tragedy will stop. I couldn’t stand it!
Soon my mom and dad came back panting real fast. I asked my mom what happened “ the Taliban band our work and told us to run fast’’, she said still panting. The next we found out was our neighbor knocking on our door saying that we must go outside for a speech by the Taliban. We went outside. The Talibans were threatening us that we should change our religion to the Taliban religion.
That night we were sitting at the dinner table as usual. Everyone was so quiet just looking at the warm candle slowly melting. My mom’s tears flowed down her face and onto the plate. I asked my mom why the Taliban came to our village, she didn’t answer. I asked my my dad “ the Taliban came here because we the Hazara’s killed a taliban prisoner in 1997 ”, he whispered. That night I hardly slept, I was so terrified if we will survive. I kept saying to myself that we will survive but that never helped. we had to leave.
The next morning I saw my mom & dad having a little conversation. I slowly tiptoed step by step closer to the door to hear what they were talking about. they were saying something about leaving, I leaned closer to hear more.
