Ahhh!! It was about to start the battle of life and death in Fallujah! The day where my brothers and I were attacked by the infidels. The day was hard as the supplies were running out and many of my friends were being shot. We had to fight against those who were the enemies of Allah. We had to fight for every room of every house in the village. We had to protect the innocent civilians who were called terrorists and shot to death. When I was sent into the battlefield, I couldn’t hear anything but the screams of people who were killed unjustly. I barely escaped death as the Navy Seals were shooting at almost everything. I bravely came out of my hideout and threw a grenade killing a few of them. We retreated as we were outnumbered. I was hoping my loved ones, my friends and my family were still okay. But, who knows what fate has written for us? Being a valiant soldier, I was fearless and was about to win the battle but I came across a child who was trembling with fear and crying copiously.
I grabbed the child and ran towards the camps to find his mother and return the child to his mother. I was happy to see the child heaving a sigh to see his mother. Returning from the camp to the field I was just about to kill the last few enemies I felt excruciating pain with the bullet shot on the left side of my chest. I fell off onto the field and waited for the new journey upwards to start where there would be no tears, no fights and no pain; just LOVE and PEACE.
Tabish Ahmed VI A
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