The Escape
Her family finished packing their clothes to leave her Dad was in no hurry to go anywhere he was relaxing with his newspaper Mom was busy giving finishing touches to her cooking. Suddenly neighbors from the left side of the wall told them to leave that instant or there was danger of getting killed.
The food and the luggage were left untouched as they were getting ready to leave, Mom wanted to put on her long garment,she’d be walking on the street she wanted to cover herself, the minute she picked it up to wear it, Dad said.
“You can’t wear this , they’ll kill us, they’d know we are Muslims.”
Reluctantly Mom put down her new garment, she was uneasy there was something else she wanted to take with her, she turned around and saw her little suitcase, she picked it up, inside was all her religious books.
They left the house from the back door, as they were walking along on the dusty street a man in a bicycle hollered.
“Take away everything from this house.”
They kept walking they were afraid to call the rickshaw puller, they’d have to say where, if they named the place they’d be killed, it took a long time to get to their destination,when they reached there the man inside who knew her Dad showed them the part of the tent where they could rest.
They stayed two days in this place as refugees. On the third day they were informed arrangements had been made to take the train to their place of safety.
The compartments of the train was overcrowded, her little brother cried of heat exhaustion he was thirsty too, there was no water there, a man wanted to strangle him when he cried,he said.
“It’s better to kill the child instead of endangering all of our lives. The enemy must not know there are people in this compartment.”
Her Mom cried and held on to her baby. It was a bright night,she saw a bright star and prayed to God to help them get to their stop safely.
When the train reached a few hundred miles it was stopped, the train tracks were covered with trunks of trees, there was firing going on between the army and the rebels . The shooting continued for several hours, the army managed to get rid of the rebels.
The train tracks were cleared and the train was given the signal to move.They reached another hundred miles where there were friendly faces distributing food and water, they were smiling and praying they said they hoped they’d be able to cross the border to their country safely.
Early in the morning the family arrived at the station from where they were to take another train,they got off and were advised to rest in the waiting room.
While they were waiting in the lounge, there were trains coming in one after another. There were fewer passengers in them.
The last train was completely empty that train was supposed to bring the sons and fathers of the people waiting all they saw was blood stains and empty seats. No one could ever know what happened here.
Her family waited for two more days to go to the city where her father was supposed to work.
This is my entry for Speakeasy#148
Word count: 555
So .. I see you decided to give it a shot! Great writing!
Yes Monique, I thought all day,then I said what the heck,I’ll see what I can do.
Your poem is hands down awesome.
Dear Ranu,
Thank you for this. It is suspenseful, and I could feel the mother’s protective love of the her child.
All good wishes,
robert
Thank you Robert.
Nerve-racking, Ranu. Well done!
Thank you Terri.
Terrific pace-very edgy and tense atmosphere Ranu.I could feel the terror and pain-communal disharmony is one of the worst fears and the 1947 partition and later the 1984 riots are still fresh in so many minds!Well done!
I have been so busy-wrote something just a while back but it is so late here-past 3a.m -not pleased with what I have written-will post it tomorrow morning if there is time left.
GN from me 🙂
Do post it Aitree. I want to read it.
Hopefully there will be time for it tomorrow morning-too tired to get it on my blog now-tc my dear
Atreyee
Okay I’ll wait.
🙂
Hi Atreyee,thank you.
🙂
Hi,how are you?I just got up.
Ranu
Very busy-maid hasn’t come-was taking a break-reading ab bit-making mistakes in commenting,lol!Will be making tea-then off to the market 🙂
Have fun shopping.
Oh,it was not really shopping but getting ,milk & stuff -sigh!
At least you went out even though it was only for milk.
Lol,so true!Am really too lazy about changing and going out
It’s so easy to be lazy. You must force yourself Atreyee.
Thanks.
Ranu
Nah,I will never be anythg different-am happy as it is-hate expending energy unnecessarily
Nice thought you do not like expending energy unnecessarily. Ha ha ha!
(Shamefaced grin)Yes that’s true but if need be,I can do and have done what is required of me-at double the speed of most-so now you know why I save energy,ha!ha!
I know now, I didn’t then.
I could feel the pain..thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you Nabanita for reading my post.
What a terrifying experience! I could feel for the mother, wanting to protect her child, but fearing it could put them in danger. (Sometimes it’s impossible to keep a child from crying!)
I agree children do not understand when is it bad to cry. Thank you Janna.
Wow, very good job with the prompts, although it is a very scary story and I’m afraid it’s all too true, unfortunately.
Thank you Aisha, what makes you think it’s true and not fiction?
I have read terrible stories in the news of refugees suffering similar tragedies… the muslims in china for example currently, and in burma too unfortunately, kosovo comes to mind as well… I couldn’t help recognizing the similarities to your story, but I wasn’t implying that I thought you were writing from experience… at any rate God Forbid!
No no Aisha I did not mean anything. I was joking,there wasn’t anything serious.
Please don’t mind.
Lol I was scared I opened a door you might not want to talk about! I feel much better now knowing you were only writing fiction! xoxoxo ;^)
Thank you Aisha, there was another story I wrote about a girl,where her father told her to wait, and he never came back.
Sometimes the prompts are such it makes me write stories that look like it was true.
I remember the reader’s comment was but why?
Lol I like the prompts because they inspire us to write things we might not otherwise have thought about or written about
It is true without prompts I wouldn’t know what to write.
I don’t like to tell all my joyride to egypt story too fast so I like doing the prompts in between, but I’m trying to keep them related to my blog
Good, you do things as you see fit.
I wanted to know if you thought it was true that’s all it was. Please do not mind.
Such a gripping and terrifying story, great job.
Thank you so much Mandy for your lovely comment.
Oh, this is so scary and heart-breaking. Great story, Ranu! 🙂
Thank you Suzanne,I appreciate your comment.
What a terrible odyssey for people to have to live through, and yet so many in our world do have to go through this or similar tragedies…though this is a work of fiction it has all the qualities of a true story…very well written!
Thank you very much Bastet.
You’re very welcome!
Thank you Bastet.
🙂 you’re welcome.