Personal Narrative Essay: Life As A Refugee

Life as a refugee
Living as a refugee is a life filled with horror and petrifying situations. A life which I don’t think can be defined as a life, many haven’t lived in years. All they have done have been trying to survive. And in these three paragraphs you will probably figure out that what their life is like, is revolting and gruesome. They live in constant fear of not knowing whether they will survive, or die trying. They flee from a life where bombs drop over their heads, and men rob their homes. But they also leave a life behind, to start a new one. By force to save themselves and their loved ones, the only choice they have is to leave their home behind. Many families flee as a dozen, but finish as 2 or 3. They lose not only their old life, but everything they have ever worked for; their home, but most importantly they lose themselves. They are no longer
The most current case has been the horrible civil war between the Syrian government and Arab Spring protests. And to just top the already abominable war, the ISIS are destroying villages, torturing children, holding people hostage, and cutting heads of news reporters. The thought of these acts happening as a daily routine, makes most definitely me feel sick. It’s not just the ISIS running about as they will murdering their own people that makes innocent people flee, it’s the fear and hunger which drives them to the breaking point. Even if we were to stop the massive amount of destruction, bombings and burnings, Syria wouldn’t be the same country as it was before the war. The population of Syria would still be haunted by hunger, wounds and the fear and sorrow that lie as a fog around the country. It would take years of rebuilding broken cities, and Syria would still be as wounded as it is now. There would be millions of people without a home, and with scars so deep that not even the renewed chance of a life would heal