Civil War Diary Report
"Sunday 3rd January
Dear Diary,
Today is a good day. The aid workers came. They dropped off a food box and some blankets. They gave me a pair of brown leather boots. I have never had leather boots. Apparently the boots were donated by a little girl in America. I wish I could thank her and give her a big hug. We also had a stove given to us, so Auntie Ola can cook for us. Mother had always talked about a day like this.
I dreamed about her last night. She was standing in front of a mirror brushing her long curly hair, singing to father sweetly. He was sitting listening to her contently. He was so handsome. As he sat in his small wooden chair, he made the chair look big, he was so frail.
It is my 9th birthday next week, and I wonder what it …show more content…
would be like to have a birthday party in America. Everybody bouncing on orange and pink bouncy castles. Me and my friends having a tea party out in the back garden, sipping homemade lemonade and scoffing sweet fluffy cupcakes. If I had friends here, and I wasn’t so poor, that is what I would be doing right now. Having tea in the back garden with Mother and Father. Things couldn’t be much worse for me and Auntie Ola.
It has been a week since Auntie Ola arrived now. But everything is much worse since then. It’s so much colder. It has only been 2 weeks since Mother and Father passed away, and now we are also in grave danger. I miss them so much. I miss the way that Mother used to gently kiss me on the forehead, and if Father was here right now, he would be wiping these tears from my cheeks.
Syria is frosting over. I can see clothes that have been hung up to dry, frozen. I can feel my fingers getting numb, even holding this pen is hard as my fingers are so cold, and I have never seen my Auntie so scared before.
Before this terrifying snow storm came, I said to Auntie Ola, “what if we, you know, die.” After that, I remember the exact words that she said to me. Those words were, “Amena, I promised your mother, if anything should happen to her, I would look after you, and I will.”
Then the storm hit, and now, here we are. Freezing to death on a frosted street where icicles hang over my head.
I pray every night. I pray to the heavens that Auntie Ola and I will make it through this winter, and I pray that the kind people from other countries continue to help us, and that this country would live in peace. And if my country is not to live in peace, I hope we can escape from this dreadful place, and find a new home in Great Britain.
Auntie Ola said I should go to bed now,
goodnight."
Dear Diary,
Today is a good day. The aid workers came. They dropped off a food box and some blankets. They gave me a pair of brown leather boots. I have never had leather boots. Apparently the boots were donated by a little girl in America. I wish I could thank her and give her a big hug. We also had a stove given to us, so Auntie Ola can cook for us. Mother had always talked about a day like this.
I dreamed about her last night. She was standing in front of a mirror brushing her long curly hair, singing to father sweetly. He was sitting listening to her contently. He was so handsome. As he sat in his small wooden chair, he made the chair look big, he was so frail.
It is my 9th birthday next week, and I wonder what it …show more content…
would be like to have a birthday party in America. Everybody bouncing on orange and pink bouncy castles. Me and my friends having a tea party out in the back garden, sipping homemade lemonade and scoffing sweet fluffy cupcakes. If I had friends here, and I wasn’t so poor, that is what I would be doing right now. Having tea in the back garden with Mother and Father. Things couldn’t be much worse for me and Auntie Ola.
It has been a week since Auntie Ola arrived now. But everything is much worse since then. It’s so much colder. It has only been 2 weeks since Mother and Father passed away, and now we are also in grave danger. I miss them so much. I miss the way that Mother used to gently kiss me on the forehead, and if Father was here right now, he would be wiping these tears from my cheeks.
Syria is frosting over. I can see clothes that have been hung up to dry, frozen. I can feel my fingers getting numb, even holding this pen is hard as my fingers are so cold, and I have never seen my Auntie so scared before.
Before this terrifying snow storm came, I said to Auntie Ola, “what if we, you know, die.” After that, I remember the exact words that she said to me. Those words were, “Amena, I promised your mother, if anything should happen to her, I would look after you, and I will.”
Then the storm hit, and now, here we are. Freezing to death on a frosted street where icicles hang over my head.
I pray every night. I pray to the heavens that Auntie Ola and I will make it through this winter, and I pray that the kind people from other countries continue to help us, and that this country would live in peace. And if my country is not to live in peace, I hope we can escape from this dreadful place, and find a new home in Great Britain.
Auntie Ola said I should go to bed now,
goodnight."