Asmaa-Personal Narrative
Monday,December of 2008, I woke up early about 5:00AM morning to study for final exams as I heard my bus driver repeatedly calling out my name, “Asmaa!! Asmaa!!” I ran down as quickly as I could from the 5th floor down until I reached a closed gate at the bottom level of our house, got in the bus, and on my way I was to take my first final.
I remember having a bad feeling of going to school that day. There was a twisting gut feeling in my stomach that I could not shake. I was dropped off at school that morning, my classmates and I were sitting out in the hot sun studying which felt like hours. All of a sudden all I heared was a loud noise that seemed familiar, followed by that loud sound was continuous screaming. The next thing I heard …show more content…
I was trying to wake up and trick my mind into believing that all of the buildings collapsing, people dying, gunshots firing was not real at all. Unfortunately none of the violence was ending, and at that point I knew i could not trick myself anymore. This was real. As I stand there crying my eyes out with no one familiar around me, I heard someone call my name with sirens going off at the same time. There were people crying, getting shot, dying, weeping all around me. There were dead bodies of people i had seen on the streets while walking. I stopped for a second and saw my friends walking towards me telling me to run to the bus as soon as possible. I did not want to go not knowing where my family was but that was my only choice to get home safe and to ease my mother's worries. I walked out and heard my friends in my bus screaming my name in the saddest matter and tones of voices. I could hear them holding back their tears, but at the same time i could hardly understand them because of all the tears they were shedding. When i got on the bus it was overflowing with kids and people, because the driver wanted to fit as many passengers as he possibly could transport. Many kids in the bus had no idea where their friends and siblings were, so i knew i was not alone. I finally arrived at my home and my mother was there waiting, trying to comfort me. She had been crying and
I remember having a bad feeling of going to school that day. There was a twisting gut feeling in my stomach that I could not shake. I was dropped off at school that morning, my classmates and I were sitting out in the hot sun studying which felt like hours. All of a sudden all I heared was a loud noise that seemed familiar, followed by that loud sound was continuous screaming. The next thing I heard …show more content…
I was trying to wake up and trick my mind into believing that all of the buildings collapsing, people dying, gunshots firing was not real at all. Unfortunately none of the violence was ending, and at that point I knew i could not trick myself anymore. This was real. As I stand there crying my eyes out with no one familiar around me, I heard someone call my name with sirens going off at the same time. There were people crying, getting shot, dying, weeping all around me. There were dead bodies of people i had seen on the streets while walking. I stopped for a second and saw my friends walking towards me telling me to run to the bus as soon as possible. I did not want to go not knowing where my family was but that was my only choice to get home safe and to ease my mother's worries. I walked out and heard my friends in my bus screaming my name in the saddest matter and tones of voices. I could hear them holding back their tears, but at the same time i could hardly understand them because of all the tears they were shedding. When i got on the bus it was overflowing with kids and people, because the driver wanted to fit as many passengers as he possibly could transport. Many kids in the bus had no idea where their friends and siblings were, so i knew i was not alone. I finally arrived at my home and my mother was there waiting, trying to comfort me. She had been crying and