Day Eighteen : A Series of Anecdotes
Build a narrative of your personal growth!
You may never believe this, but I do not recall having birthday parties for me or any of my siblings. I have scattered recollection of anecdotes before age seven. One day my friends who were sisters, introduced me to their cousin, she was older than us.
They pointed at me and said : ‘You know they are Muslims.’
You may never believe what the cousin said : ‘You must never talk like this about anyone!’
You may never believe when I was seven, our neighbours raised their head from the wall that separated our houses, it was a warning: ‘Leave the house now, the riot has begun.’
You may never believe, all of us walked out of the house with a small suitcase, there were no clothes in it, the suitcase had Mom’s Holy Quran and other religious books.
You may never believe the words from a man on a bike, he noticed the door of the house open: He screamed, ‘Loot the house, loot the house.’
Further down the road, some men smiled and said, ‘Where are you going?’
We continued our journey, stopped at a place which seemed safer, where my Dad hired a few horse driven carriages. We stopped in front of red Fort, where there were tents, the staff told us to make ourselves comfortable in one of them.
You may never believe we spent two days in the tent. on the third day we found out we’d go to the train station for our journey.
There was a lot of shooting between the Indian army and those who wanted to stop the train. We managed to go forward until we reached the border. There we met a lot of smiling faces, who gave us water and food.
You may never believe we stayed in the train station for the night. Early morning a man took us to another platform, where waiting for us was a train ready to take us to our destination.
You may never believe I never had a birthday, I did not know what birthday parties look like. I sure had the darkest experience of riding a train where any time we’d face death!