Created for the eTwinning Project

"Grandma Stories 2080"

Sustainable Development Goal

"Peace, Justice & Stong Institutions"

Everything was dark, and my vision was blurry. I woke up with a sharp  pain in the back of my head, something was different about my house, almost all the furniture was missing and the walls were cracked and fallen and I couldn’t find my  family. Where are they? I was getting a little bit worried regarding the destroyed house and all the stuff that are gone. So, I decided to walk around my neighborhood to investigate the other houses.

As I reached the front door, I opened it with much difficulty, I couldn’t believe my eyes; houses destroyed to rubble, streets cracked, cars burning to coal. What happened here? My heart was pounding so loud that I could hear its beats, I was shaking with fear, how am I alive? Was it an earthquake? A storm? Then I remembered that two days ago a bomb roaring and exploding, I remembered the smouldering and  the once blue sky turning grey and red with all the smoke and I remembered the terror in my father’s eyes.

I decided to walk far away in hope of finding other survivors, I was very careful where I stepped I didn’t want to fall.All I am worried about is my family, but I know for sure they perished in the attack and there is no chance they are still alive. I felt betrayed and hurt by the thought. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt.

I am left all alone now, nobody here to help me or guide me, my family is gone, my house is wiped, how will I survive? My head was throbbing with confusion and pain.

I looked ahead and I saw the word FREEDOM  spray painted on a sign; Is it “freedom” if our lives are threatened? Is it “freedom” when I am not feeling safe in my own home, protected by my family?

Anger started rushing down my veins but I kept walking, focusing on trying to exit my destroyed neighborhood. I heard a sound coming from behind a wall; a faint cry; I slowly walked to the source of the voice,

when I arrived to the other side of the wall,

I found a girl crawled up weeping and next to her a boy comforting her, both of them looked my age, their clothes were dirty and torn. The girl had a few scratches on her head, because of the bomb I think. I approached them, the boy invited me to sit; pointing to the space next to him; I hardly managed to sit down because my back was in pain but  then I said politely:

- I know it sounds weird, but if you don’t mind me asking... what are your names?

- My name is Mehdi. The brunette boy said. And this is my sister Najet, what about you ?

- My name’s is Nadia, I’ve never known you two lived this part of this neighborhood.

Najet looked up at me with her puffed red eyes and said suddenly:

- It doesn’t matter anymore, our parents passed away and our house is destroyed to dust, and now we’re homeless.

What did we do to deserve all of this ? Why are we involved in this? Why do we have to be the victims of their dirty crimes? It’s so unfair !

I was going to respond to Najet but no words  came out of my mouth, I was speechless, I rested the back of my head against the wall and closed my eyes so tears won’t fall, I can’t be weak in front of them, my memory was a bit foggy but I could still remember each member of my family’s portrait ; my dad, my mom and my sister; their voices are still in my ear,  but now they are gone, I will never be able

to see them again or talk to them anymore. What about my friends? No more laughters, no more

funny conversations, no more games... And the school that I always used to complain about is now turned  to rubble, I wish with all my heart to attend one more class there and see the joy on my teacher’s face But I guess it’s  too late now...

-We need to move we can’t stay like this the whole day, let’s go and search some useful weapons and stuff to build a radio station and seek help!

Both of them looked at me in confusion, like I was insane  and then Mehdi replied :

- What ?! Are you out of your mind that’s impossible! We’re just kids we don’t know how to do that”

- “Don’t doubt yourself, everything is possible if you believe”, I said.

I remembered  that at school my favorite subject was technology I was really into it, I fixed machines and radios, plus I made a phonograph only by using junk that I found in the attic of my house so I think I am able to create an air-radio station.