I Don't Want Australia If I Have To Leave My Life
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Hania Husaini, Grade 7
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Short Story
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2014
It was so dark and scary, stinky and terrible.
My eyes were field with tears, I didn't know am I alive in next one minute or not, are my dreams going to come true or not... the only thing I could do was WAIT. I was in a boat, in a small cabin, with some other people too. It was so bad that most of the people were vomiting. There were some boys as we’ll; one of them who always helped me was there too. He sat next to me as there was not enough space to fit. Suddenly I heard people screaming, that was when I knew something went wrong. There was a big hole in the boat. After a while the cabin was full of water. I couldn't see, I couldn't scream, I couldn’t do anything. I knew that I was going to die, maybe in five seconds, maybe in four, three... that was when I felt someone was pulling me. I could breathe again. Someone just saved my life. I quickly grabbed my torch and turned it on. I could see Ali with his red bloody face, he broke that little window which was in the cabin and he was who pulled me out. He found a bag pack and let me hold on to it. Everyone was screaming.
I thought I was dreaming, I slapped myself to wake up and stop that nightmare, but that was all real.
It was about 8 hours that we were floating around. Being between life and death is a really bad experience. I heard someone shouting :( fishing boat, fishing boat). Someone saw a fishing boat, so everyone waved and screamed out loud but not as loud as we were before. After one or two hours some bigger boats came, I looked everywhere to find Ali but I couldn't, he was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I lost the only person that I could think of and be calm, but I had to force myself to keep calm, so I said to myself:(maybe he just went to call other people to come into the boats). when I got to the boat I looked everywhere, I asked everyone in the boat, but no one had seen him, yeah, he left me, he left me when I was on the ocean, when I was thinking how alone I was, but as long as I had him it was ok, I was thinking(now what? I have no one, I have no future, I have no day, and what am I going to do?)It wasn't what I wanted. I actually don't want anything anymore, because I can't take it anymore. I don't want it, I don't want Australia!