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Narrative Essay On Where Is America

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“YOU WERE MY BABA’S BHAIYA? But HOW? I have never seen you before in my life!” I exclaimed. “He gave up on me, when I started this” he gestured towards the bottle of rum. “He wouldn’t let me near you but now it seems as though I am the only family you have got- aside from your Bhaiya.” He gestured toward my Bhaiya, Rameez. “He told me once that if there was an emergency where he wasn’t able to be here, he would send you here.” “Why?” I asked. “Here in Pakistan, it is not safe. There are bombs going off everywhere, men with guns. He wants me to bring you to a safer place. The one safe country I can think of is America.” He said. I realized he was right. It was the place my Baba had dreamed of going since he was a child. My Ammi too shared …show more content…

“Why?” I asked. “Well- you walked here right? so you left a trail of footsteps from your house leading straight to my shack, they will find us within hours.” “Who? Who will find us?” I asked. “The Taliban. They have killed many people and have been attempting to take over the country. Scaring people out of their will in their hostile attempts. My job is to keep you safe from them. I will do whatever it takes- and though you may have just met me, I have been waiting to meet you again since you were born. I just wished it was a more happy occasion.” “Ah, yes.. and if that is my Baba’s will then so be it” I said. He pulled out a map from under the table and unrolled it. “This is where we need to go.” he pointed to the docs. “and this is where we are” He pointed to a place by the river. “We will have to take a shortcut through the woods, under the bridge, in the river and get past the Taliban to use the boats.” “But first- we need to get some food. I am sure you are starving. You don’t look so good.” I nodded my head as mine and my Bhaiya’s stomachs growled. He nodded back and jumped up with urgency and came back with some apple chutney- tasted just like our …show more content…

We must walk through the river to avoid leaving tracks, it will help us being close to water- especially to stay hydrated. We find shells, and pretty rocks, some birds by the river and of course- bugs, and plenty of them. Every few seconds some fish brush against my legs in the water- it is quite beautiful here, its a shame people are so dangerous. My Bhaiya is holding my hand and his stuffed elephant, named Yasir. He doesn’t speak too much, because he is only a toddler- but he understands what people say. I told him all of the stories our Baba once told me, like “Religion in danger” and his original, the one about the beast called Shahid by which the beast ruled the land in unbalanced harmony, causing discord all over the world. Then brave warriors one at a time take him on and whoever defeated him could have one wish. Many many warriors tried and had failed, until one day a warrior laid down his weapon and said, “Would you like some tea?” Shahid the beast replied “Why yes, I would- what is the occasion?” The warrior replied “Haven’t you grown tired from all of the fighting?” “Ah, I suppose.” They both sat down and talked over tea- and the beast realised how lovely it was to have friendship. So as his friend he asked him: “Dear sir you have been so kind to me, as your friend I shall grant you a wish- what is it you desire?” And the warrior replied “I wish harmony on the world, and for

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