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Short story - The fate of an innocent girl

Short story - The fate of an innocent girl

 The fate of an innocent girl
-I am Mira, 15 years old and affected of an unlucky fate.-
Three years ago, my parents, my little sister Amila

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Eine kreative Aufgabe von mir (short story). Hier geht es um ein Mädchen namens Mira, die zusammen mit ihrer Familie nach Moria in Griechenland geflüchtet ist.

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The fate of an innocent girl -I am Mira, 15 years old and affected of an unlucky fate.- Three years ago, my parents, my little sister Amila, my big brother Tarek and I lived a happy life in our hometown Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan, although the war. My mum was teacher of a primary-school and my dad a banker. We had a big house with a beautiful garden. I had many friends in the school and my favourite subject was maths, I wanted to be so successful as my dad was. But our lifes changed completley after we decided to flee from the war, that is getting worse and worse each day. My parents planned an escape to Europe, I didnt know what was going on, I asked myself why they need to destroy our home. What did we do? I saw destroyed houses, soldiers and many dead people on the streets. I never seen that before. I was traumatized oft the terrible massacers. We needed to flee. At the day of our escape we packed our last bags, we werent allowed to take many things with us, so I left my toys, books and my cat maya there. Only important things like clothes, food and medicine we took with us. I cried...

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a lot of our loss. My little sister Amila didnt understand a lot, but I saw the fear in her eyes while leaving our home. My dad told us, that he would stay there for a few days nger, because he needed to safe the money. He kissed our forehead and promissed us that he would come after us he also said "I love you forever", that was the last time I saw him. We lived for a half year in the west of Iran in a refugee camp, where they didnt treat us very well. Our aim was always Europe, Tarek often said that they live in a democracy, that means to live in freedom and safety. A dream of mine. My family and I fleed through the Irak, Syria and the Libanon to the Mediterranean Sea. As we arrived the boat, there were many other refugees, who wanted to flee to a better place. The boats were small and unstable, the smuggler treated us like animals and were very corrupt. We entered the boat and at the same time I entered my personal hell. From this moment we sufferd a lot more than before. We were too many refugees on this boat, after a few days the first people became sick. It wasnt enough food and water for us. My brother Tarek always hid something to eat for me and Amila. After a couple of months of float on the sea the first lights were visible. It was a greek ship, we called for help. The first sign of hope after a long time. They took us on their ship and we arrived the island Lesbos in Greece. I was so happy to be finally in Europe. But the following months were the worst time in my entire life. Although we lived in 2020 in Europe, we were housed in very bad conditions. The Corona-pandemic was very present, In the camp were the first infected people and we needed to stay in quarantine. It was a lot of chaos here, but what should we do? Often I asked myself why god brings us so much misfortune in this world. While I slept next to my mother and my little sister I heard screams, Tarek and I went outside of the tent and we saw a big fire on the other side of the camp. We woke the the rest of my family up, we took our stuff and ran into the forest near the camp. I was shocked I couldnt spoke anything I just endure the things that happend in fornt of my eyes. People screaming of fear, losing their housing and important things that were left from their real homes. The next days we where shot of the greek police with tear gas, Amila cried uninterrupted, my mother tried to help her with water but she didint stop. My heart was bleeding, by seeing my six years old sister crying, because of big pain, that has fed of our "helpers". Do they feel any compasson? We needed to built our new tent with wood an plastic in the middle oft he streets of Lesbos. And now I am sitting here hungry and emotionsless in the corner of my alleged home, in september 2020 where the world looks down of us without showing any human dignity and forgetting us in the society.

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-I am Mira, 15 years old and affected of an unlucky fate.-
Three years ago, my parents, my little sister Amila

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The fate of an innocent girl -I am Mira, 15 years old and affected of an unlucky fate.- Three years ago, my parents, my little sister Amila, my big brother Tarek and I lived a happy life in our hometown Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan, although the war. My mum was teacher of a primary-school and my dad a banker. We had a big house with a beautiful garden. I had many friends in the school and my favourite subject was maths, I wanted to be so successful as my dad was. But our lifes changed completley after we decided to flee from the war, that is getting worse and worse each day. My parents planned an escape to Europe, I didnt know what was going on, I asked myself why they need to destroy our home. What did we do? I saw destroyed houses, soldiers and many dead people on the streets. I never seen that before. I was traumatized oft the terrible massacers. We needed to flee. At the day of our escape we packed our last bags, we werent allowed to take many things with us, so I left my toys, books and my cat maya there. Only important things like clothes, food and medicine we took with us. I cried...

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a lot of our loss. My little sister Amila didnt understand a lot, but I saw the fear in her eyes while leaving our home. My dad told us, that he would stay there for a few days nger, because he needed to safe the money. He kissed our forehead and promissed us that he would come after us he also said "I love you forever", that was the last time I saw him. We lived for a half year in the west of Iran in a refugee camp, where they didnt treat us very well. Our aim was always Europe, Tarek often said that they live in a democracy, that means to live in freedom and safety. A dream of mine. My family and I fleed through the Irak, Syria and the Libanon to the Mediterranean Sea. As we arrived the boat, there were many other refugees, who wanted to flee to a better place. The boats were small and unstable, the smuggler treated us like animals and were very corrupt. We entered the boat and at the same time I entered my personal hell. From this moment we sufferd a lot more than before. We were too many refugees on this boat, after a few days the first people became sick. It wasnt enough food and water for us. My brother Tarek always hid something to eat for me and Amila. After a couple of months of float on the sea the first lights were visible. It was a greek ship, we called for help. The first sign of hope after a long time. They took us on their ship and we arrived the island Lesbos in Greece. I was so happy to be finally in Europe. But the following months were the worst time in my entire life. Although we lived in 2020 in Europe, we were housed in very bad conditions. The Corona-pandemic was very present, In the camp were the first infected people and we needed to stay in quarantine. It was a lot of chaos here, but what should we do? Often I asked myself why god brings us so much misfortune in this world. While I slept next to my mother and my little sister I heard screams, Tarek and I went outside of the tent and we saw a big fire on the other side of the camp. We woke the the rest of my family up, we took our stuff and ran into the forest near the camp. I was shocked I couldnt spoke anything I just endure the things that happend in fornt of my eyes. People screaming of fear, losing their housing and important things that were left from their real homes. The next days we where shot of the greek police with tear gas, Amila cried uninterrupted, my mother tried to help her with water but she didint stop. My heart was bleeding, by seeing my six years old sister crying, because of big pain, that has fed of our "helpers". Do they feel any compasson? We needed to built our new tent with wood an plastic in the middle oft he streets of Lesbos. And now I am sitting here hungry and emotionsless in the corner of my alleged home, in september 2020 where the world looks down of us without showing any human dignity and forgetting us in the society.