4"Sand Trap"
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Author's Note: This is Written in Arabic Slang, a Diary as if written by a Arabic child, please do not criticize it for the way it is written. I wanted to try something new, and I hadn't written anything good in a while. I want to start sort of a "Diary to Story" kind of genre. This is PURPOSEFULLY badly written with horrid grammar. If you were an Arabian child, being taught so little English like this you would have crappy Grammar too. Here's a Tip though, the fact there is almost no showing of scenery you have to imagine it yourself, all of it, make your own sky and time and day. That's what a Diary is, it doesn't show, it just explains.
Warning: The M rating on this is very true, please if you cannot take this kind of emotion and graphic words do not continue, this is very strong and will make some cry.
The true horrors of this world are dark and scary, please enjoy this and remember the horror of Racism and Terrorism in this world, Thank You.
Intro To My Diary:
I am 14 years of the age, I am boy and my name is Sorath. My Ma-Ma, Lerrea gave me it once my dad had died while she was giving birth to me. I am guessing that the act of selling cocaine on the streets at the same time your new son is being born, is bad. He was killed by Terrorists, and I live with a scar from which bullet come through open window and hit my hand.
The town I am from is called "Diagrabala". It is small town. Every night waking up I hear the guns of terrorists, raping and killing women across street, followed by their screams louder than the loudest bomb I have ever heard in my life. I cannot do a thing though, and it is very sad to hear them.
I have brown hair, thick brown hair. My Grand Ma-Ma always called it 'Shit of Brown Hair'. I never actually knew what 'Shit' was when farmer on other side of street say "You gotten a Shits on you blonde, boy" when the local cow had got me when I milked it. I am about 5 foot and 11 inches and have wide eyes. They say look in my eyes is hypnotizing and scarce. I not know what any of that mean but someday I shall.
My brother, Zigraba, is only six. He was tortured when he was 3, taken from my mother for 2 months. We got him back and left hand gone, and so was his right eye. It hurt ma-ma every time she see him, but we treat him same as always.
I am writing in this story of mine in the English, so that I can share my horrid story with all. I hope someday someone will find this and I become famous and not live in rats no more.
I write this like story in a diary; I bad at English so don't get mad when I get famous.
Spring, Unknown Date
Ms. Cheavaka give me Diary today in class, she say every student write what happens every day. I said to her, "What is the Date today? I need know for Diary"
She turned and looked at me as if she was going to die, like a bullet went right through her head. "Uh…I…I don't know, I am sorry" and then ran out. I didn't know what think. Was something wrong? I hope not, Ms. Cheavaka nice lady to me and all her students. She give us candy that come on big helicopter, I couldn't read it just it smell good. I keep part of paper in pocket, it say, 'Hersh-'and then it get cut off. Whenever I sad I smell wrapper and it make me happy. I tell Ma-Ma it is my medicine and I feel better when I feel bad.
I walked out of School building into lots of people. The sun was beating down on my face, Ma-Ma say we luckier than White Monkeys, because they get Sunburn easy, our darker skin hard to get sunburn. The White Monkeys come to our village once every month and bring food, I see many men go up and get foods but then they try and run and get shot. All I'd do is sit and watch the blood leave his head and parts of his skin all over floor.
I too poor to get shoes so I walk on rocks with feet, it used to really hurt but its better now, I numbed to rock now. When I walk home I always have to get picker thing to cut into my skin to get out glass, I forget that Glass on street.
I know! Someday I make thing called 'Rock Shoes'! They make it easy for people to walk on rocks, so people don't die and foot doesn't fall off.
Everywhere I walk, I hear people yelling. I half-way from home and see two man with Long knives yelling at each other accusing other of take money. All I do is keep walking before all of a sudden I hear "Ah! Fuck! You Mother Fucking Bastard! Fuck You! Fuck! Ah! I'll Kill You God Fucking Damn it!" I hear those words every day. But I never look back when I hear them. Ma-Ma say if I look back I might catch eyes with bad man and he kill me too.
I got to house on corner is street. I wish I could read sign, so all I could do is remember how get home. Teacher say reading is bad for us, and it will kill us. But she said it only once that ever since, and big ban with gun behind her was there.
The door was falling off, it big brown wooden door my dad made long ago my Ma-Ma say. He great artisan, he makes half of house too, until he dies. As I open door cool breeze hit face, it feels good. Ma-Ma start yelling form upstairs, "Sorath, Get your brother, we leaving now!"
I reply with "Ok, Ma-Ma" and drop books to floor. I look around for second and see strange things. There is holes in wall and ceiling, the carpet on floor is gone, more holes. I kept walking, and hear Ma-Ma's feet running across floor upstairs, Zigraba only around corner. I feel hard pain in foot quick and jump back to hear crackle in floor. I look down and pick up a black, thin, solid, stinky piece of metal. It hit head and I think I see before once. It took minute or two and then I saw it, it was a bullet, there was bad man in house today.
I breathed heavy and ran all way to corner. I turn corner and see something I never forget.
It was Zigraba, he was on ground, not moving, his arms were not on him, but near wall all red and blackish like. There big cut in neck that separate his head from body, and a big knife in his belly button. Blood and strange long red solids all around room. Half of room falling apart. I see this before, it was bomb. They bombed our house.
I had long tears fall formed my eyes and fall to ground, I sit near Zigraba and place my hand under him. As I pick him up I hear sliding sound and I feel it under him too, I hold him up and his head fall on me. I screamed, I screamed and yelled; half of town hear us and crowded around house and watch.
Ma-Ma run to me and see Zigraba, she say nothing but grabs me and drag me across ground, Zigraba fall from hand and blood shot like fountain in middle town from his neck again.
We get to door, she pulls me up and grabs a bag, I quickly grab little water sack I bring everywhere. We got out of door and see many people, they bend out so we can get through. I tried to talk to Ma-Ma. "Ma-Ma, where are we going? I am scared"
"Shut Up! Just Shut Up! I Don't Know! I Don't Know, Stop Asking Me! Or else I might have to kill you" Her words scare me, so bad my legs shake and almost fall.
I looked back at house and waved, "Bye House, I Miss you". A tear fell from eyes, but it flew away when Ma-Ma pull me back. As I looked back two man appear out of crowd, they have gun. They pointed it above my head, I think they shoot Ma-Ma. But something in my heart let them, I feel strange, I feel like I want death, I feel like I hate Ma-Ma for wanted to kill me.
I let go, Ma-Ma stopped and looked at me, she reached into her bag and pull out gun. It slowed to point at me, I stood there, not caring if I died, she no love me anymore. Just as her other hand reach gun she see two man, she point up fast and I hear big 'BOOM' and smoke come from gun. I held my hands to my ears, it hurt bad. I turn around and see a man on ground with a bullet through his eye, blood squirted out of his head and other man come from behind him.
He was still running, my Ma-Ma pulls thing backwards for new bullet, but other man come fast. He got near other man who dead and step on his face. His face collapses in a rush of blood goes all over his clothes. Running man trip and fall and blood around him go everywhere, then Ma-Ma drops black box from gun.
The man on the ground brought his gun to his face, pointed it at Ma-Ma and I heard another shot.
I looked to Ma-Ma, she looked at me and hold hand on her heart. She fell to knees and fall face first. I look at her, but I don't cry, I don't weep. She wanted to kill me, I no love her anymore. Blood came from her and went all over ground near her, I still look at her.
As I stood there, I hear running footsteps and a man grab my head, he put up a cloth that taste like Gasoline to my face and pushes harder.
I looked around; everything got all blurry and funny looking. I got tired and close my eyes.
Last thing I hear is another Gunshot and a quick 'Thump' on the ground, then I go sleepy.
End Note: If you do not feel the pain of this child then I have failed, I do, and I hope that one day all this will end, that peace can someday reach this poor area of the world, the Middle East.
I will write next chapter once I get some hits and/or reviews. The real M rating is for later chapters, if it wasn't enough this time.
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