DIARY ENTRY 4

26 November 2011

Its 7:30 pm here now, and I don’t think I have endured a longer day.  I haven’t done anything except sit in a corner and keep to myself, only taking a break when my mum gave me the usual granola bar to much on. That was my meal for a day. So it was pretty much natural that by now I was starving.

My sister was getting worse with her longing to get out. My mother frustrated with her and with herself, spent most of the time trying to soothe my sister. I also caught her crying a bit as she put my sister to sleep. My father just mostly sat round trying to keep himself busy. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get rid of the unvarying panic from his head. Sometimes I wondered if I was more like him than my mum even though I had been told by everyone I ever met that I was a carbon copy of my mum. There is no one now to make comparisons, no one to even laugh or talk to. Somehow even though we are the only ones left for each other, the silence amongst us had intensified rather than diminish. I think,

Wait, I hear something. I don’t know what. There should be no sounds here. Noone comes here. I…………………….

DIARY ENTRY 3

25 November 2011

I can feel the tension rising in this confinement. I don’t know if it is the constant, never ending fear, or the frustration in not knowing what is happening out there in the world. We have had no communication with the outside world for 2 days and the silence has only scared us all the more. Sometimes I wonder if I could just slip out of her for a few minutes just to know what is happening. But my survival instincts tell me to stay put.

I have only heard or seen on television the horrors of being captured and tortured. It feels like a lifetime away; times when fear and terror were no better than fiction; when life went on in a breeze. But today, I have wondered already countless times as to how it would be if w were found out. I wondered how much it would hurt. If it was sometime before this incident, such a thought would have been laughable. But now, it seems like a pretty solid ending to my life. I haven’t set much on nightmares being the rational person I am, but now I feel a growing sense of dread.

I can see my sister getting annoyed in this captivity, her restlessness, her urge to get back on with her normal life. For her this is something beyond her understand-she doesn’t get the need to flee from a neighboring country. But she is only 5- I cannot blame her. But today I saw my mother tensing over a lot too. I myself feel trapped and confined in this small space. But we have no other way out and we all know that.

I wonder how many people out there feel the same way too. If there are any. 

DIARY ENTRY 2

24 November 2011

Sitting here in this cramped space, i wonder how normal NORMAL would be for me. I don’t think I will ever be able to look at anything in the same way again. It’s one of the more stranger ablilities of the human mind I think-it learns how to adjust, and how to forget, in time.

It’s been an entire day and a half since my family and I took safety in this shelter, but it somehow feels like I have been here much longer. Not because I have adjusted to the place like my second home or anything. But because I realize now that I have no other option. It seems like I have hit a dead end with life; like all I have left to do is inch by every second more, desperately trying to keep myself alive, waiting for the souds of footstep on the other side of the tiny wooden door.

The whole day passed at the same slow pace in endless monotony; my father and my mother sitting on one end of the room, talking quietly, my sister crying noiselessly in mom’s lap. We had given up trying to contact my relatives; dad suspected that the invaders must have bombed the entire communications line. Again, there is noting for us to do but wait.

It is 11:42 pm; my watch, which I never take off, is the only source of time in this place. I think I will sleep now, because that seems like the only way to escape this constant fear- fear for yourself, fear for the ones you love, fear for what will happen to the world you spend your entire life building for yourself.

DIARY ENTRY 1

These diary entries are part of my english assingment : Imagine your city has been invaded by a foreign country. Write 4 diary entries for the four days following the invasion.

23 November 2011

It’s ironic how unsafe safety can sometimes be. Even now, hours after that horrific incident, a chill goes down my spine everytime I hear a sound. It is very cramped in this small shelter, and my hands are still trembling as I write. But I have no option but to stick through this for how ever long it may last; an event that may have probably changed my entire life…

I woke up today morning elated-it was the first day of my midterm break, the assessments were just done and I had a glorious 4 day extended weekend before I got on with my IGCSE preparation. I was just pulling on my clothes when the entire apartment shook violently. Not knowing what to do, I ran out of my room just as another fierce shudder rattled the floor. My mother, came running out of nowhere, holding my crying sister’s hand and yelled at me to grab anything important I could find and run. I looked back at my room saw my wallet and cell phone lying on my table, grabbed both of them and ran towards my mother who was waiting at the end of the room with my dad.

On reaching the ground floor, all 4 of us ran out to the street where chaos reigned. People were running haphazardly all over the place, not knowing what to do. Some were crying, some were caling out to their families and other were just running, trying to find some shelter. I was just about to ask the person next to me as to what was going on when a jet flew right over us. We were under attack. Our country had been on the brink of war for quite some time and things may have just gone wrong. My father quickly ushered us into the car, and then he drove as fast as he possibly could to this shelter.

Even now, so many hours after that fearsome episode, im confused and not able to gather my thoughts together. It is extremely late and I know I should be sleeping. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I'll ever be able to. My mum is singing my sister a lullaby. I can hear her voice shaking though. I wonder if I or anybody who witnessed today will ever take comfort in anything ever again.