Friday, December 23, 2005

Dad It's cold....when can we go home?

Dad it's cold; When can we go home?


Yasir clutched the border of his jacket. He lived in Pakistan near the border with India. All of his homeland was in the high elevations and for a long time he and his family had been fine. Then the earthquake came and all was lost... all of their wonderful homes, their school, the monster of a storm even took out their hospital.


Yasir shivered.. they slept in a clear tent like the other Pakistanis , wrapped tight in blankets and shivering...


Yasir sighed... Soon it would be Ramadan, the HIgh Holy Days. Their people were a good people and he wondered when would the world come and help them?


His father said that it would all take time..becasue they lived high up and it was considerably hard to reach them..


"Hummmm.." Yasir thought...


It better be soon...


Yasir's grandparents had persihed in the earthquake.


It took awhile for his dad and his uncle to find them in the rubble..But now he worried about his mother , who had recently taken ill..


He climbed up on a tree to look out and see if his friend Bathar was about... Yup! He spotted him. He ran over to see what Bathar was up to... maybe they could build a fort out of the stones from the temple and they could be pirates today! He rushed over to


Bathar to find out...


 

2 comments:

sazzylilsmartazz said...

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sugar1337 said...

A sad story...