Class 6 - Our Story Openings by CPSJA

Refugee Story Openings By Class 6 November 2023

Imagine going to the park on a sunny hot day, eating a gelato (which is very good and delicious), laughing and running but no, today was the day war came! Imagine sleeping in a warm, cozy bed but then something disturbs you. It was still dark when I woke up, so I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn’t. The voices were disturbing me. I had to go and investigate! I crawled quietly and slowly and looked through the key whole and saw my parents mumbling. I was intrigued to find out what was going on! The next day, I was thinking that yesterday was a dream but while I was brushing my teeth, I started questioning myself, ''Was I in a dream?'' If I was where was I going? After I brushed my teeth, I went downstairs. As I opened the door, I saw mum and dad frozen like in a game we used to play. Mum said ''We're going sweetie, so you need to pack your bags.'' ''Where are we going?' 'I said. Mum and dad didn't reply. Dad said, ''Hurry up we're going to be late!'' Mum and dad started whispering. I tried to hear what they were saying but I couldn’t hear them. ''War is going to happen; you and I need to go on a train and bring clothes, three toys and some toiletries.” I was shocked. I said to mum and dad, ''Ok'' and went off. I finished packing my stuff and went off. I wanted to ask my dad questions, but I also knew we were going in the shadows, I felt glued to the shadows. I passed familiar places: joyful ones like the park and the ice cream shop. It made me want to cry. As we went into the train station, I could hear people crying and sniffling. Dad came back and said, 'Here are the train tickets, keep them safe.'' Dad gave us tickets and the train whistle went off. Me and mum were about to go but then dad gave me a sweet little heart. We went on the train and said goodbye. I still didn't know where I was going, but all I had was my mother and a sweet little red heart. And that heart gave me some strong hope. Amal

One day, I woke up to the sound of something like an earthquake. Stunned, I dragged myself to the kitchen door and saw my parents chatting about something. I was displeased that I had to get out of my warm, snuggly, cosy bed. Finally, I could understand what they were saying. They were talking about leaving for some unknown reason. At that moment when they said they were going to leave, I saw a suitcase under mum and dad’s hand that I haven’t seen since we went holiday. I mean, I thought for a second that we were going on holiday, but I don’t think anyone would be this sad when they go on holiday. I was concerned; I didn’t know where we were going. It would either be good or bad, but I thought it was bad. I got too worried that they were going to see me, so I quickly and quietly went upstairs and back to my bed. As I got in my bed, my head was full of questions. I felt like something was wrong: really wrong… The next morning, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. My mum came upstairs to check on what I was doing. “Good morning, lazy head,” she said. We both went downstairs to get breakfast and dad was sitting on the sofa, devastated. “Your dad is in a bad mood, he just wants some time alone,” mum said, right after I looked at dad. I didn’t know what was going on, so I looked at mum, and she was concerned, too. I finished my breakfast and went to play with my toys, but my mum grabbed my hand and said, “Get ready, we’re going to the train station.” My heart dropped. At that moment I thought one of my parents was leaving, but I was wrong. “Dad is leaving,” mum said, tearfully. I tried not to cry but I turned away so they wouldn’t see my tears. “And one more thing,” mum replied, shakily, “you’re leaving with dad. I know this is hard for us, but it is for your own good.” I… was…heartbroken. “B-but, what a-about y-you?!” I stuttered, trying to gesture mum to come with us. “No sweetie, I’ll stay here,” mum exclaimed, smiling as her tears dropped to the floor. I got my bags ready and myself ready and we all went outside. It was all dark and gloomy; I didn’t know what was going on. We were talking, but I didn’t feel like walking: it felt like creeping. It felt as if we were trying to hide from something. Finally, we made it to the train station and I as sobbing so much. I couldn’t even speak. I went on the train and gripped mum’s hand as tight as I could possibly do it. Imagine that day war came. Ayat

One day I woke up to the sound of something close to the noise of an earthquake. I felt a force like a magnet (probably just my imagination) drag me towards the kitchen door. Lucky for me, there’s a massive gap in our door so I could eavesdrop in on mum and dad. “We’re going to have to leave this evening,” dad mumbled through teary eyes. It was when he said that I noticed the suitcase. They were packing up. Why, were we going on holiday? Why was dad sad if we were going on vacation or was it a vacation at all? Before I had time to gather anymore thoughts mum pleaded, “Can’t we stay just until tomorrow, I beg you I’ve stayed here since I was a little girl!” Dad considerately replied, “Sorry the decision is final.” This was getting weird. My feelings couldn’t decide what they wanted to be which was something I never felt before. I quietly crept upstairs, wondering what would happen in the morning. The morning after that puzzling night, I went downstairs and had breakfast; Mum usually makes circular waffles but this time they looked like a messy blob, as if it was made in a rush. I didn’t dare question their peculiar shape because mum seemed like she’d had a busy and rough night. Then dad had come downstairs and as soon as I finished the last part of my breakfast dad swiftly said, “Pack your things and only what you REALLY need and I mean it.” I went upstairs because dad had spoken in a tone reserved for used for special occasions. I looked through my closet and, keeping my promise, I packed my favourite dress, two or three shirts a jumper, some pants and my favourite teddy bear because I ‘REALLY need it’. As the sun set, mum and dad started the car. I love going on rides, but something felt different. As we loaded the car, I noticed a firework, except it was coming down. Before I knew it, the firework crashed into the ground and blew up everything it could get its fiery wrath on. It was at that moment I realised it was a bomb. Seconds after the fiery catastrophe, I demanded mum to explain. She said, “There is a country and they don’t like ours very much, so they’ve decided to ruin the peace between our nations and start a war.” I was shocked. Dad continued for mum, “We’re going to travel to a new country, we don’t know which one, but we are. We’re never coming back.” I got in the car without a word. I felt that my day had been ruined but now I knew that my whole life might be ruined now. It felt like each minute of that half hour felt like its own half hour. Mum and dad were tense and looked over their shoulder every now and then. We finally arrived at the mystery destination, the train station. Everywhere I looked I could just see people pushing their way to the train in desperate attempt to escape the death trap of a country we were in. Luckily, we were among the few who actually got on the train. As we sat on one of the last remaining seats near the back, I felt one of the last bits of hope rise into my heart, I knew this wasn’t the last part of my journey. Eshaal 4

Imagine waking up at 3am having a sense of your parents chattering downstairs. Imagine knowing something was off and happing right now that you didn’t know of: but you wanted to know. So, you crawl out of your bed, even though you didn’t want to. Although I knew I had to get out of my warm, cozy bed, I needed to know answers by morning or when they got too tired and went to bed as I knew I would get in trouble. I had a look through the keyhole and saw my parents with the most worried faces I’ve ever seen in my life that I froze for 10 seconds. Then I heard them talk again. “Are you sure you have to leave today?” asked mum worried. “Yes, we all need to go today!” said dad packing up. I was dumbfounded as I didn’t understand. Why were they so worried if we were packing up as we go on holiday? When we pack up normally, we're never worried so I tried to forget those thoughts, but I just got stuck on the keyhole. "Don't get James lost as we need all of us to make it out onto the train," said mum. "Ok I'll put him on a leash," said dad. "Do not forget Rupert the dog," said Mum. I was now terrified, me on a leash at 10 years old and I had to be next to a dog with the smelliest breath in the universe. Six hours later I was woken up by my dad who took me to the train and put on a non-retractable leash, but I saw a glimmer of hope when my dad gave me a little envelope and it said, "I thought I was going to war but instead I got to be with you." Isaac

Imagine being disturbed from your sleep just to find out your dad is leaving. I know terrible right. Well one morning last week I went down to get a glass of water when I heard mum and dad talking about leaving. I sat and watched through the keyhole outside the door. I listened for a few minutes until dad noticed. I quickly ran to the kitchen, but I was too slow. Dad caught me and said, “I’m sorry that you had to hear that sweetie and it's not your fault I had to leave; I will be back." "Come on we are going to be late," Mum said in a guilty way. I felt confused and betrayed. Why did they not tell me? I knew what I had to do. We left in a haste to the train station and that's when we said our goodbyes. I gave my last hug to dad when a creepy shadow caught my eye. It looked like a man with no head on a horse and that’s when I heard the train leave. When I looked, the scarf that I knitted was on the floor. I ran to the train to give it to him, but I was too slow. The scarf looked suspicious -it had something in it - it said: "Hello sweetheart. I left it here for a reason. Look in the envelope." I looked in the envelope and an old picture of me and dad was in it. I felt so shocked and surprised it also said: "I hope you like it. I love you!" I burst out crying and I felt a little hope in my heart. Two years have passed, and my dad is still not home. Memories of that day are fresh in my mind as I stand with my mum in the train station once more. War has come. I have to leave. Imani

One day I woke up and heard some voices downstairs. I went to go and check it out and I overheard my parents talking about leaving. I also saw mum and dad packing a suitcase. I was sad. Suddenly I thought I heard a noise, so I decided to run back upstairs and snuggle in my bed. My parents woke me up and said we must go now hurry up and get ready you have five minutes! I got ready as fast as I could and started to head out and follow my parents. It was ghostly outside, and it felt like something was following us. Suddenly I realised that we were heading to the train station. Then I realised dad was leaving me and mum alone at home but then dad said take care I’m heading out to war. I was devastated. Mum made me stay with her but I really wanted to go with dad to make sure he was safe. But I couldn’t and decided to give up. Later that day, something happened which changed everything. Mum got a message from dad. At the time I thought it was because he was hurt, but mum said, “We need to leave now. Dad says we'll be safer somewhere else.” Before I knew it, we were back at the train station. It was just as crowded and busy as before. This time it was me and mum getting on the mysterious train. I didn’t know where we were going I didn’t know how long it would take but I knew we would be safer - because that’s what dad said. I wasn’t going to give up anymore. Ismail 7

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and hearing your parents’ voices echoing from downstairs. Imagine just having a feeling knowing something was off. Imagine feeling persuaded to look though the keyhole and eavesdropping on your parents’ conversation. Imagine waking up on the day your entire life turned around…. Although I knew it was wrong, I got out of my bed and tiptoed down the stairs to the living room door. I peeked through the keyhole and saw my parents holding hands with tearful eyes. I couldn’t see much but I knew it wasn’t something good. I saw my mum's suitcase which I hadn’t seen since last summer when we went on vacation. Were we going on vacation? But that should be a good thing, why are they crying? So many questions popped up into my head and yet none of them made any sense at all. I then saw my mum walk towards my direction. My heart was pounding in my mouth; I thought to myself what will happen if I got caught, but then she grabbed her old suitcase and held onto it really tight. “I-I think I should go before it’s too late!” sobbed mum. Too late, I thought to myself, what does she mean by that? “Wait till she wakes up, I will get her,” said my dad in a quiet voice. My dad then went to the keyhole I was looking through and inserted a key. I was so scared that I really would get caught this time so I crept upstairs as fast and as quiet as I could. I ran into my bed pretending to be asleep. I don’t think he saw me, but my heart was still pounding really, really fast. My dad then walked into my room around 5 seconds later. He then went into my closet and got my suitcase out. He started to pack my clothes and some of my snacks into my bag. I so desperately wanted to ask him what was happening, but then I heard a loud crash and scream coming out of my window right next to my bed. Without realising, I jumped out of my bed. My dad looked like he had seen a ghost. I didn’t have any time to waste so I asked him what was happening. There was a moment of silence, my dad sighed. “Well,” said dad, “you and your mum are going on a train to a different country.“ “W-why, I like it here. Why are we moving?” I asked in a confused voice. “Well, you don’t have a choice; now go and get ready then I'll explain it to you in more detail.” I sighed and went to go and wash my face and get changed. I then ran down the stairs and demanded an answer. “Now, can someone please tell me what is going on here!” I shouted while I ran down the stairs. “There’s no time, here take your suitcase and go quietly,” mum said in a scared and quiet voice. “I’ll explain it to you when we get on the train.” “But what about dad?” I asked. (PTO) 8

“Your father is staying here, but he will write to us every day.” Mum said with a light smile on her face. “W-wh-“ and before I could finish my sentence, mum grabbed my arm and ran out of the house with our suitcases. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to my dad. We had arrived at the train station near my house, I had no energy in me and I could barely breathe. We got on the train. There were so many people who were also leaving the country. I was really scared; what would happen to my family and all my friends? I asked my mum, “Mum why are we and everyone else leaving?” “Well,” she replied, “there are bad people destroying our homes, so we had to leave. It was for our own safety.” “Why didn’t dad come?” I said with tearful eyes. “There was only enough money for two people. I insisted on your father going but the night before he had already packed my bags, plus there was only a limited amount of time before the train would leave otherwise your father would’ve come instead, if only we had enough money…...” confessed my mum holding back her tears. “Will he come later?” I asked in a quivering voice. “I-I don’t know, now no more questions,” she snapped with her teeth grinding. My heart fell to pieces, will my dad ever come back again? Will I ever see him again? How long do I have to wait? I want to see him! I bellowed. Well, there’s no going back now, I thought to myself. I felt empty inside like a part of me was missing. I wasn’t sure what would happen next but all I wanted was to see my dad once again in person once more. On the train I saw many people crying. There were lots of kids around my age. Most of the people were women. I decided to go up to them and gave them my sweets that I took before I left. I’m sure that they all enjoyed it because they ate it all and I felt happy inside, but I was still worried about my dad. I then went and sat down next to my mum and decided to comfort her. She stayed silent and hugged me in her arms. Around 15 minutes later she fell asleep. The bus stopped as everyone left. I woke my mum up and we left the train with our suitcases. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “this place was amazing.” I imaged how my life would be now if my dad was here to see this beautiful sight. I grabbed my mum’s hand tightly - maybe a bit too hard. I felt excited but heartbroken at the same time. Imagine going to place where you don’t know the language. Imagine going to a place which you know nothing of. Imagine not seeing your family and friends again until several years later.

Imagine making a brand-new start, just like me.

Inaayah

I woke up late at night feeling something was weird. I got up and saw the light downstairs on. It was silent until I heard mum and dad mumbling. I quickly got out of bed and sneaked downstairs like a flea. I peered through the glass on the door thinking it’s just my parents watching tv but what I thought was wrong. There were two suitcases both full of clothes and our favourite belongings. Tears were flowing down my mum's face whilst she was packing her bag. Dad whispered, “We have to wake up tomorrow early and leave quick.” “But why tomorrow? Can’t we just stay a few more days?” mum mumbled. My face whitened: what had gone wrong? I ran back upstairs and crawled back in my comfy bed. The world was not in my vision; I knew something was wrong. The next morning, we woke up extremely early and quickly had our breakfast. We left in a haste [to get there quicker] and lurked through the town’s shadows so we couldn’t be seen. I didn’t know where we were going. I was freezing and petrified from the dull, cold streets. When all of us got there, my heart sank; it was a train station, and I knew what was going on. The place was all gloomy and busy. We started walking to the doors of the train. Each step we took I got more nervous and more afraid. Our bodies were trembling from the stress we had within us. Me, my mum and my dad took a deep breath and stepped onto the crowded train. I was trying to fight the nervousness that was tangled within my soul. Everywhere I looked, there were families that were frightened: timorous even. Suddenly the guard blew the whistle and the train started. This was a new start in a new country. Justin

Imagine if today was supposed to be the best day of your life. The day that you would be able to play all day with your parents. The day everything changed… I was awoken this morning by soft hushed voices coming from downstairs. I was intrigued to find out what was going on but also afraid. Braveness outweighed fear and I slipped quietly down the stairs. I peeped through the small crack in the door and watched without a sound. Their faces looked so melancholy. Then, they started speaking again. “We have to leave when Isha wakes up,” said my dad, “they are going to start the bombing soon.” “Bombing?” I thought, “What bombing? Oh, maybe he means fireworks. I know I’m scared of them, but we don’t need to leave!” “Do you think she knows about the war?” my mum asked. “War?” My heart sank and my stomach twisted, “Why didn’t they tell me about it?” “Well, I best go wake her up. Your train is leaving shortly.” At the sound of this, I crept silently but quickly up the stairs and back under my snuggly covers. I heard dad’s footsteps coming up the stairs and into my bedroom. “Morning, my darling Isha!” he said. “Morning,” I replied with a groan. “Well get dressed and come down to eat your breakfast, you and your mother are going on a trip!” he exclaimed. “Huh, what about you?” I questioned. “Oh, I have umm… some uhm… work! I can’t come,” dad responded. “Ok then!” I said as I started to get up. I got changed and went down to eat. Mum and dad were whispering in a corner and their voices sounded shaky. When I finished eating, we got dressed and started to walk to the train station. As we walked to the train, I heard a voice of thunder. My mum started breaking down. She cried until she had no tears left. My dad tried to comfort her, but she just kept going on and on! I was so confused. My heart was in my mouth. Since I was holding one of the heavy suitcases, I took several stops. It looked like my parents were getting annoyed, so I tried to stop taking breaks. When we got to the train station, my fingers trembled until I saw my cousinsAimen and Aaiyma. We all ran to each other and met in the middle. (PTO) 11

“What’s going on?” Aaiyma asked. “My mum said it’s a war,” Aimen replied. “I overheard my parents talking about it. I don’t think they wanted me to know,” I said. “My dad has to stay here,” Aimen finished off, “I think he’s going to fight in the war.” “Mine too!” Me and Aaiyma said at the same time. “ISHA!” My mum called, “get over here and bring your aunties and cousins with you. They are with us!” “Well, you heard my mum. You guys bring your mums and meet us over there,” I told them. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” they chanted. I chuckled. I went back to mum and waited with her for Aimen and Aaiyma and their mums. Once they got to us, dad called me over. “I wanted to give you this, Isha,” he said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a paper origami bird. It was so beautiful; I couldn’t even speak. “How - when - WOW!” I stuttered. Suddenly, a high-pitched screeching noise sounded. “ALL ABOARD,” the guard shouted. “Well, we best go now…” mum said, holding back her tears. We all hugged and let go as we got on the train. Me, Aimen and Aaiyma shouted out, “Goodbye, everything… everyone.” This family’s story had just begun. MAIMUNA

Imagine when you’re sleeping and you hear mother and father talking late at night. It’s like it’s trying to persuade you to go and listen. Full of curiosity, I crept down the stairs and stopped. I peered through the little gap and saw them talking secretly. I made a little noise and I thought that they would hear me, so I crept back up to my bed! In the morning, they came to wake me up (as usual). Because I was up all night, I was still tired. By the time it was breakfast, my bed was calling me. I spotted my dad’s suitcase but I hadn’t seen that since I was a kid! My mum spotted me staring and asked me, ”Can you go and pack your things please?” I replied, ”Why?” She kept her mouth shut. So, I went upstairs and packed up. When I got ready, they took me to the trainstation. I was so confused. What is going on: Dad kissed mum on the cheek and mum was crying. Mother put me on the train! It was so full; there were loads of people there. By the time the train was leaving, mum had forgotten to get on the train. She was too busy saying goodbye to dad and she left me on the train. ALONE! I sat on the train crying my eyes out, I didn’t even know where I was going! I watched mum trying to catch up to the train…

Maisy 13

I woke up one night from hearing my parents' voices' mumbling coming from downstairs. I found it weird that my parents were talking in the middle of the night without me. So, without any deep thoughts, I crept downstairs silently. I glared from the side of the staircase and the look on their faces frightened me. It took me some time to think, was the look on their faces a good thing? Was it a bad thing? I waited to see if they would even speak. Then mum murmured so I crept even closer. "I don’t want to leave; can't we stay here a little longer?" she pleaded. My dad replied, "We can't, we need to leave tomorrow." I could not understand what they were talking about. If it was something good, then surely they wouldn’t have such a worrying face. Before I had any more thoughts, dad turned around and placed a suitcase on the table. He did it as quietly as possible so that I wouldn't wake up. I got a little worried: scared even. So then, I turned around and silently crept back upstairs into my still warm, cozy bed. I felt like I couldn't sleep because I had so many thoughts and questions in my head flying about. I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep considering the voices coming from downstairs. The next morning, I woke up from the noise of suitcases being rolled in and out. My mum and dad told me what was happening. So, after I ate my cereal, we left for the train. We rushed for the train in the damp, pouring rain. It was very early in the morning and there were lots of people at the station. The actuality of leaving - my home, my room, my friends, my school and my dad, because me and my mum had to go without him, - was dawning on me. He mumbled some words to mum which were hushed away by the noise of the train and people. Then suddenly, mum looked at me and it was calm another time. It was so confusing. I couldn’t think straight. Dad knelt down and held me tightly. He handed me an envelope and told me to open it when I get there. Mum held my hand, and we stepped on the train. I hadn't got a clue of where we were heading. The last thing I had left of my dad was that envelope and there I was going to a new adventure… love you dad. Mahrosh 14

I was woken up by a sound coming from downstairs. It was still dark. I wondered what was going on? I quietly went downstairs to see what was going on. I hid behind the kitchen door. I saw dad with a suitcase. He put it on the table. Imagine creeping downstairs seeing your mom sad. Mom’s eyes were swollen; she had been crying a long time. Dad whispered, “I have to leave this country.” Mom cried some more. Dad sensed I was there, “Come here!” I went into the kitchen. “If you are up you can come with us.” We all put our coats on. We were going to the train station. We prepared to embark on this new journey, and we were unable to erase those horrifying memories. We all knew that something strange was going to happen. We were all feeling scared and the calming waves that I dreamt of were brutal storms. The train arrived at the station, and we all set off but inside we still had feelings of helplessness and with this we said goodbye to our country.

Nasrullah

While I was lying down in my cozy bed, I heard the kitchen door slam shut. I suddenly decided to go downstairs and looked though the tiny, tiny crack in the door. I'm so glad I accomplished getting down without getting caught or without making a sound. I heard them talking about leaving; I got worried. Suddenly my mum said, “Hunny please don’t leave me.” My dad said, “Dear, I have to. I have no option to stay, I fancy to stay but no I sadly can’t.” I got so anxious, nervous and upset. I went back upstairs and thought to myself. What is happening, are we leaving? I decided to go back to sleep. My mum came upstairs and went to sleep [dad as well]. Next morning, all my stuff was packed. My dad's stuff was packed as well. Mum said, “Well my lovely child, you and your dad are leaving.” “WHAT!” I said. I couldn’t believe it. Mum is staying by herself at home! Plus, me and dad are leaving. I was shocked I had to be dreaming, but I wasn’t. It was serious. An hour later, we got ready to leave the home. The moment I stepped out of my loving home I started welling up. Mum said, “I'll be ok, I will miss you but at least I’m in a safe place.” I got hurt, I couldn’t believe it This is worse than I thought... Imagine waking up so late to leave your own home. Imagine waking up so late that your eyes are blood shot red. We’re at the train station and imagine someone ripping you and your father from your amazing mum. I fell to pieces, my tears flowing, and my blood ran cold. Since this had happened, I couldn’t feel the real me. OLIWIA

Once there was a piece of land called “Palestine”. I live in Gaza and I loved to play at the park, but everything changed once they came. I lived in a house with my parents and I was peacefully sleeping in bed when I heard something. I silently crouched down the creaking stairwell and peered through the keyhole and I saw mum and dad. I wasn’t quite sure if it was them; they were talking to each other. “First thing in the morning we have to go,” mumbled dad. “Can’t she stay a little bit longer?” said mum. Dad replied, “It’s too dangerous.” I wondered what they were talking about then I went back to bed with my head full of questions. I decided to sleep anyway: but one question stuck around in my head, was dad troubled? He seemed afraid. When I woke up, I found dad sitting next to me. “Dad? What are you doing here?” I spoke. “I need to tell you something important,” he said, “you have to go to another place. We can't come with you, it's too risky,” I was devastated and afraid. “I can't leave without you and mum,” I said. He left the room without replying to me. I felt confused. I went downstairs to find breakfast was already made. When I finished my breakfast, I saw a brown suitcase next to my mum. I stared at it for five whole minutes before asking her about it. “Mum? Why is there a suitcase next to you, are we going on holiday?” I asked, forgetting what dad had said. “It’s kind of like a holiday but we can’t come with you,” said mum. “Why can’t you come with me?” I questioned. Mum replied, “Who’s going to take care of the dog If I’m gone?” “So is dad coming with me?” I asked. “He has work to do,” Mum said. “We will miss you very much.” I went to the living room then dad called me to get ready to go somewhere. I wonder if I’ll get to go on holiday. Dad and mum walked me through the smelly, vile alleyways and the diminished buildings all the way to the train station. “Why are we at the train station?” I asked. “You have to go,” said dad whilst sobbing. “What! Why do I have to go?” I exclaimed. “Our country is too dangerous, you could get hurt,” said mum. I walked onto the train and then I waved goodbye to my parents. “We will miss you!” said mum. “I will miss you too!” I exclaimed. From that day on, I felt miserable, but I still miss my parents, but they sacrificed themselves for me. Rayyan 17

Once upon a time in a land called Palestine, I had three friends. They lived right next to me. And we always played together in the park. We always played football and we ran a lot. My friends were called Yusuf, Justin and Sami. But one day something happened. There was a war. Everything was destroyed. So many people died of the impact. My mum died but me and my dad managed to escape. I felt really sad and worried that it might happen to my dad as well. I’m glad we escaped together. Here’s what happened: I woke up to my dad tapping my shoulder. He said, “We need to leave. We need to leave right now. Immediately. Pack your things.” It made me worry and start to panic but then dad calmed me down with a hug. “It’s going to be ok, son,” he said reassuringly. “We just have to be quick.” Before long we were charging through the streets our suitcases in our hands heading for the train station. When we got there, we saw that it was so busy it was like a traffic jam. There were people everywhere. I thought I’d lost my dad for a moment, but he soon appeared with the tickets, and we made our way to the train platform. We were going to leave. I couldn’t believe I wouldn’t see my friends again. I wouldn’t play football with them. We wouldn’t go to park again. And most of all I would miss my mum. There were so many changes in my life. I turned my dad and said, “Will everything be ok?” He smiled and replied, “Of course it will because I am with you. I am right by your side. All the time.” Dexter 18

One casually normal night, as I was sound asleep, I woke up to the sound of my parents’ voices mumbling words. I crept to the stairs and went halfway down until those mumbles became clear. It sounded like mum said, “It’s 2:20, maybe we should get to sleep.” “No! We leave tomorrow. It’ll take us three days to get there, we need to get packed up. We’ll need food! Water too.” Dad replied concerned. I was terrified to death! I couldn’t sleep after hearing that. I decided to go get some water; I still couldn’t sleep. I called mum upstairs to tell her about what I’d heard: for a few seconds, she was silent then when she finally spoke, she said we were going on a permanent holiday. I didn’t know what she meant but I knew it was something serious. The next morning, I woke up and saw two suitcases. One said my name, Sana, and also Mum’s name and the other said Dad’s name. So… were we going on holiday? My mind had gone blank! When we left for the train, I realised that someone was following us. I immediately informed Mum and Dad. “Split up,” screamed Dad, “Sana! Go with Mum. The person tried to steal Mum's suitcase! We ran as fast as we could. A dove landed in front of me: war stopped for a moment. Mum had once told me that the dove was a sign of peace and hope; she was right. We had to go; really fast this time. When we got to the train station, we didn't see Dad. The train station was extremely loud, which was unusual for this time of morning. There were people rushing everywhere. I tried to keep up with Mum, but her hand slipped. I grabbed it back as quickly as I could. Just then I caught a glimpse of Dad! Tehreem 19

Imagine waking up from hearing your parents talking from downstairs. Imagine you knew something was off, something was different, so all of a sudden you decide to go downstairs. Although I knew I shouldn’t have been there. I went anyway. I quietly opened the door to see what had happened, I saw a suitcase: a suitcase that I haven’t seen since we went on holiday. Were we going on holiday? I decided to go upstairs to my warm, cozy bed but my mom caught me and told me to get ready. After I got ready and ate, we were going to go, but where were we going I thought? My mom put my jacket and scarf on. In my mind, I also thought why did they look so devastated? Did something happen to them? I stopped overthinking. Meanwhile my dad stopped and gave me a small, paper dove that was on his head covered with his hat. Suddenly, while we were walking, I felt unsafe. I felt like someone was watching us, but I had ignored it. After a while, we arrived at the train station, I turned to my mom and asked, “Mom, why are you crying?” “Your dad is leaving,” she said in a teary voice. When he was about to leave, me and my mom tried to pull him with us but we couldn’t. It’s been a few months, and I haven’t seen him, but I still have hope he’ll come back soon. Raksha

One day, I woke up very early as usual and heard both of my parents talking. I looked through the hole in the wall. Dad had a suitcase. They both looked devastated and were packing together. I thought we were going on holiday until dad was talking about going to war. My face went pale. I suddenly felt miserable. Our town was what we needed! I found out people in my city were leaving so they could get a better life my dad said. I decided to go to my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about the war. I kept tossing and turning in the night. Despite worrying about the war, I got some hours of sleep. In the morning I woke up and went downstairs. My dad had the luggage. He said, ''I have to leave for the war." ''Please don’t leave for the war!" He started to pack more stuff. He took some of our family pictures. We headed out the door; we went down a creepy alley way. We made our way to the train station. It was true! Loads of people were leaving our city for a better life and some were going to war like my dad. People at the train didn’t have enough money to pay for the ticket. They just ended up begging. When we got close up to the train, it was very noisy! Lots of people were crying because they had to see their loved ones leave for the war. When my dad was about to get on the train, we all hugged him tightly. He got on the train, and we waved him our final goodbyes. Sami

Imagine having to hide away from whatever is out there. Imagine hearing your parents talking secretly downstairs. It tempted me to go down and listen. So I went halfway down but the stairs were thin so I could hear them fine. After about ten minutes, I had become so worn out that my eyes were turning blood-shot red. I decided it was time to go back upstairs into my nice, warm and cozy bed. The next morning, Mum, Dad and Liam came into my room and woke me up - just like our normal routine. But this time it seemed… different. I followed them downstairs where I had found the old, antique suitcase near the front door. I shrugged my shoulders and thought it was just a winter clean out. I went into the kitchen where I saw my usual jam, toast and a glass of apple juice. I sat down and ate my breakfast whilst mum sorted Liam out. Ten minutes later, Mum had told me to go and pack my bag that was in the hallway cupboard. I didn't know why. "Are we going on holiday?" I asked. "Something like that," Mum replied. Where are we going? I thought to myself. Thinking nothing else of it, I got my suitcase and bag. I packed all the stuff that was necessary. My bag contained: clothes, shoes, a hairbrush and hair bobbles, my toothbrush and toothpaste, pjs and blankets. As dad was finishing work me, Mum and Liam put our shoes and coat on. Five minutes later, we left the house and dad held my hand tight on the way to the train station. By time we got there, the train had nearly arrived. Mum gave Liam to me and said he loved us; Mum’s eyes started tearing up whilst dad was hugging us tight. We got on the train with hope that everything would be ok. I didn’t know what was going on. The train had finally left, and I was scared, really scared. Summer 22

I finally got out of my bed because I heard my mum's and dad's voices muffled from downstairs. So, I decided to creep down the stairs and heard my dad say, and I quote, "She needs to go, Rose". "But Dave, can't she stay for a few more days,” pleaded mum. "Ok, but next thing tomorrow she's getting on the train and leaving to go to the countryside because at least it's safe because of all the bombs here," said dad agitated. The next morning, they dragged me out of bed, and we started walking to the revolting train station. On the way, people kept on asking us for half a pence. Grim and dusty, quiet but menacing, the streets stretched before us. We moved quickly; always looking behind us hiding from the prying eyes. The darkness of the city followed us. We stepped up our pace when we finally got in the beautiful sun light, we were so relieved. Despite it being quiet, more and more people joined us on our walk to the train station. When we finally got to the horrible train station, we got a ticket. And I stepped on the train, and I knew I would regret it … Thomas

Imagine playing with your toys one day and hearing your mum crying and your dad packing your stuff away. Well, that’s what happened to me and here’s my story. Last week, I was eating my breakfast when my mum came into the room holding dad’s old suitcase. It was a bit broken, and it also had a couple scratches on it. She handed it to me crying and said, "You’re being sent away.” Dad came into the room holding a family photo: he handed it to me and said, "Good luck, son." I didn’t know what was happening, so I asked mum, "Mum, what's wrong did I do something bad?" Mum just started to cry even more. Dad just left the room while mum grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out the door with the suitcase. We arrived at the station and mum calmed down and told me to hop on the train with the other kids, some of them were at the window looking back at their mothers crying. I didn't know what was happening so I asked one of the kids who wasn’t crying. He told me that we all have to go to a new place because there's a war happening. I just sat down and all I could think about is my mother and dad as if I will never see them again. Wezleigh 24

The day started like any other, but I was in bed. I heard mum and dad talking quietly. I walked quietly downstairs to hear them talking and I hid and listened to what they were talking about. “We all have to leave soon,” whispered dad. “No, no, no, no, I can’t leave everything behind.” Mum trembled. Dad put the suitcase gently on the table. Putting his hands on mum’s, he softly talked to her, “We’ve got everything we need in here.” Hearing them, my body felt empty inside. Where were we going? How long were we going? How long are we going for? Without making a noise, I crept back into bed and went back to sleep. Not long after, I was woken up from my heavy sleep by someone, my brother, “Oi, wake up,” he said, “get dressed quick. We have to go!” I jumped out of bed; my heart was pounding. I got dressed. I saw all the family with coats and hats on. I looked at mum; she was on the brink. “Come on we are going out. We have to leave now,” she said. The door shut behind us! Mum looked at the key in her hand. Will we ever use it again? We quietly walked down the streets. The shadows followed us. We tried to run from them. I was confused. I didn’t know what we were running from. They were catching us. They all conf heavy bags like us. I was scared. I gripped onto my brother’s hand quite tightly. Dad trembled, “Nearly there.’’ I looked in front of us: the train station was there. Yaqub 25

I woke up to the sounds of whispering but something didn’t feel right. I went down, almost stumbling despite how tired I was, and crouched as soon as I heard the hushed sounds of dad and mum talking. I took a quick peep at them and they had fear in their eyes. I had so many questions in my head. Are we going holiday? Isn’t that a good thing? Then suddenly dad spoke, “I'm sorry, we have to go tomorrow.” My arm got goosebumps, so I got up and turned around to get back to my bed. I got under my blanket and my head was spinning in confusion. That night I couldn’t sleep wondering what had happened just then. The next morning, mum told me to put my shoes and coat on as she dragged me out of bed. Mum said, “Come on we are leaving.” “Leaving!?” I said as my eyes widened. “Why?” I asked. “Because dad has to go to war,” said mum. We left and headed to the train station. When we arrived, we all looked heartbroken and said our last goodbyes as we wiped tear drops from our eyes. As we heard the train. mum grabbed our luggage and told us, “Let's go.” “Ok bye dad,” we all said. Then we all went onto the train. When we were on the train, many people were crying for leaving their loved ones. The train ride was boring, but we did leave a lot of stuff behind. When we got there, we were all sad but got used to it. In my head I said, “I need to get prepaid for this new chapter of my life.” Yusuf

Imagine hearing your parents talking about them leaving for war whilst trying to sleep in your bed at 11.30pm. Imagine being forced to leave your country to leave for war. I heard a noise downstairs and some people speaking. I was really nosy and curious about what the people were talking about and who they were. I crept downstairs and peered through the door: luckily, it was just mum and dad talking, but they were talking about going to war… “What?! Someone is going to war?!” I gasped loudly. “Did you hear that?!” asked dad. “No, I didn’t hear anything,” answered mum. “Back to what I was saying, are you sure you can handle war out in that world out there?” questioned mum. “O-Oh my, d-dad is going war?” I stuttered to myself. I ran upstairs, jumped in bed with so many questions flying around my head. I was worried about what would happen to him and if he’d ever come back. “I’m just going to try and sleep and ask mum in the morning,” I said to myself. There was a slight pause from dad. “Yes, yes. I can handle this world,” he said. The next day, I heard pots and pans clanging. I went downstairs and asked, “Mum?” “Yes darling?” answered mum. “I-Is dad leaving for w-war today?” I questioned. “Uhm I’m going somewhere for a while sweetheart. D-Don’t you worry nor bother about it.” Dad interrupted. I told dad, “Just tell me the truth dad, I know you’re going to war.” I spoke. “Ok, ok,” he repeated, “Yes, I’m going to war. I want you to stay safe and I need to leave in 5 minutes, so I don’t miss the train.” “Wait, can me and mum come outside the train and watch you leave? Please?” I begged. “Ok, but quickly get changed and put your shoes on.” Two minutes later, we all headed to the door and walked to the train station. My stomach felt sick because I was really hungry and hadn’t eaten anything. Luckily, I had a sweet in my left pocket and it was a lemon sherbet. “Here, take the photograph of us together. It’s something that will show how loving we are together,” he sniffled. “Group hug!” I exclaimed. Mum chuckled, dad too, and me as well! “Wait!’ Dad shouted. “What happened said mum and me. “I left my bag at home!” he said hurriedly. We all ran back through the clashing and banging noises, through the echoey tunnel that was all muddy. Then, we finally arrived back home. Mum shouted, “oh no, look at the time! The train is probably going to leave now. Quick come on!” We went past the echoey tunnel, the clashing and banging noises in the city and grabbed his bag. Dad ran to the train and hopped on before it could leave. “I love you all! Stay safe!” he shouted starting to well up. Me and mum were crying too, knowing it won’t feel normal without him. Little did me and mum know, we could soon be going on a train too... Zara 27

I woke up to the sound of my parents whispering, it was a bit loud, so I got up from my cosy, blue bed and quietly went downstairs. I peeked through the door hole and noticed mum and dad were looking a bit sad, I wondered why? “Are you sure we have to go? I mean we’ll leave so much behind!” Mum said softly. “It is dangerous here and it’s not safe for the child,” dad answered. I think he was talking about me. Why is it not safe here? “We have to leave first thing tomorrow morning!” Dad continued. “Ok, very well,” mum sadly said. I heard footsteps reach the door panel, so I rushed upstairs into my bed and pretended to be asleep. As I was pretending to be asleep someone slowly opened the door. I wasn’t sure who it was, but I got a feeling that it was dad. I really wanted to open my eyes to see who it was, but I didn’t dare. After a few moments mum or dad left without saying a word. I soon opened my eyes because I couldn’t sleep anymore. The next day, I still couldn’t get that night out of my head. I went downstairs and saw a loaded suitcase on the floor. I was wondering if we were going on vacation but then why did mum want to stay? I didn’t think much of it, so I just ignored it. As soon as I sat down on the chair, mum quickly gave me cereal. “Come on darling eat up then I'll get you dressed because we are going somewhere fun,” mum said. After that she left without saying where. I didn’t really believe her. I quickly finished my breakfast and mum got me dressed. It was early in the morning, so I was still gloomy. When we left it sort of looked like we were rushing. We ended up in the train station, this was nowhere near fun! Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket with a necklace attached to it. “Don’t open it yet because now is not the right time.” He then talked to mum, I couldn’t hear what he was saying because of the train noises but I knew from mum’s face it wasn’t good. Mum took my hand and ran into the train waving goodbye; I was a bit scared but excited at the same time that something good was about to happen! Zaya

As I woke up in bed, I went to my door and peered through the keyhole. I heard the sound of my parents talking about a holiday? At first sight I was wondering why mother was asking my father if he could still stay a couple more days, because holiday is a fun thing right? After that, I opened my door and greeted my mother happily and then my father and asked if we were going on holiday. They told me no with a serious face. They said that father was going to join the army. I felt happy for him because he had always wanted to join the army. But little did I know that he was risking his life to save other people and that I might never ever see him again. When they had told me, we rushed over to the train station so that father would not be late. When we had arrived there, father kneeled down and faced me with a stern look in the eyes. He gave me a beautiful, delicate dove - not just any, the first one he had ever made when he was around my age during World War One. I thanked him and never saw him again. Now that my father was gone, and it was just me and my mum, we walked back home and went to bed as it was late out. When we woke up, mother had told me that it was not safe to continue living in England so we decided that we would go to Nigeria. As it was the closest country to us and currently the safest in the world. Me and my mother got dressed and packed up all of our belongings and left to the train station. But before we left, we had realised that we needed to be able to speak Yoruba as it's what the Nigerians speak so after we learnt it, we hurried back to the train station. Shortly after we had got to the train station, our train arrived, and we boarded it. And soon a new family adventure was about to begin. Zane 29

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night. I went downstairs but everything changed. My parents were talking about leaving the home. My mom and dad stood at the table. “We have to go tomorrow’ mumbled dad squeezing mum’s hand tighter. “Are you sure? Couldn’t we stay for just a few more days?” Mum pleaded with her words and her eyes. I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Where were we going? Then dad turned around and put the suitcase on the table. He placed it quietly and carefully on the table. The action made me jump me a little and I was worried that they might see me. So, I turned and crept silently back up the stairs. I had so many questions buzzing around my head that it felt like I would never get back to sleep. Next morning, mom told me to wear my coat and shoes. Then they said we are going to the train station. My dad said you and your mom are leaving. I said, “Why?’’ with my worried eyes. Then we set off. I was scared because me and mom were going to another country. Then we went to the train station. My dad was making me be brave. Then we have to go. I have many questions in my mind when I back to my home. I feel scared. This morning is too sad for me. I miss my dad.

Zainab 30

It was a very dark, gloomy night. I was starving so I got from under my bed’s warm, cozy counterpane (a counterpane is a bed cover) and sneaked downstairs, not wanting to wake up my parents, until I heard them. "Are you sure about this?" said my mum mumbling. "Yes, I'm sure," spoke my dad. He soon replied. My head and thoughts were filled with questions my brain couldn't handle. I sneaked back to my room confused and fearful. I stayed in my room for what felt like an eternity (it was actually about an hour) until I heard my mum calling downstairs. I silently walked down the stairs to the kitchen where my mum and dad were only to see a brown suitcase made of leather. I asked myself what was going on until my mum spoke up, "Ava honey I need you to pack anything important to you in that plastic bag on the landing ok?" I knew what she was talking about, but my brain was too busy focusing on that brown suitcase. I eventually got my brain to do what my mum said. After I packed all the things I could fit, I ran down to see my mum and dad in their coats and hats. "Mum? Where are we going?" I said, confused as ever. “The train station. We need to leave to go somewhere," my mum replied. I knew something was wrong because my dad was quiet and my mum’s voice sounded shaky. I put on my coat and pulled the hood up (because I haven't got a hat) and we left the house. While we were heading to the train station, we stayed close to the walls. I was confused and wondered why but I didn't ask. After hours of walking, we had arrived. I didn't think that there would be a lot of people there because of it being an early Monday night but I was wrong. There were hundreds of people there. I think they were doing the same thing as my family. My mum hugged my dad. Crying, my dad hugged back tightly. After my dad gave me a small bird made out of paper, I thanked my dad after he gave me the bird. Mum took my hand with the suitcase in her other hand. We boarded the train leaving dad behind. Alica

I was getting out of my bed, went to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth with my minty, strawberry toothpaste. After I finished, I heard my mum and dad arguing, which I wondered about, why? I went downstairs, and in my mind I said, “Why are they fighting?” I asked myself to try not to interrupt them. My mum started crying for some reason. My dad, who was holding a suitcase full of important things, turned around. I wondered why he had so much. My parents then stopped fighting and my dad quickly left the house. I ran to my mum and said, “Are you okay mum?” I asked her with a soft gentle voice. She didn’t answer. But she was holding her favourite picture of me with Dad and her in it. She cried with full tears that dropped on the picture. She then said to me, “Yes, yes sweet-heart I am… I am okay. W-why don’t you go to your room instead?” she cried. I didn’t say anything but nodded at her. The next day, my mum called me for dinner, “Sweetie!” she said loudly. “Dinner is ready!” I went downstairs and she made my favourite soup, which was carrot soup! I sat by the table on my chair waiting for her to place my favourite soup. It felt like a restaurant to me. As my mum came - holding the soup - and placed the bowl on the table, I got so thrilled that I held the spoon quickly and started eating. “Mmm that tastes so good!” She smiled with happiness. Mum then said, “Well sweetie, I am glad you like it!” She smiled. We suddenly heard a bomb outside. It was so loud that it made me feel like everyone else in the world must have heard it. I got super scared (even mum got scared). I got so scared and almost forgot about my dad. I looked outside the window and outside looked so damp! I worried so much about my dad and asked mum, “Mum… where’s dad?!” I panicked quickly. “I am sorry to say this…” she cried. I then said, "WHAT HE’S DEAD?" I shouted and panicked. Mum then said, “N-no sweet-heart… he moved to a different… c-country!” I then said, “Oh my…no… this can't be…happening.” I ran quickly upstairs crying. “This isn’t good…” I mumbled quietly.

(PTO)

The people outside started screaming and shouting. “Help.” I then said to myself saying, “What if I could help?” I then got my shoes and coat, and different clothes to make me cozy and warm. So I went outside through the window and climbed down quietly. It was 1am by now and my mum was still sleeping. I crawled out and I got so scared what would happen next. “Right… what am I gonna do?” I predicted. “Oh…. never mind. I forgot I am saving people and the world from what’s happening,” I announced. I heard people screaming and ran off to find them. As I found them, it was just a cat’s kittens stuck in a tree. So I climbed up the tree and saved them, which I also put them in a safe place. I then got so tired, so I sat down on the ground and slept. I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know where my house was too. I didn’t worry much until the next day when someone found me sitting on the ground. It had green and silvery eyes and also had black hair too! It was a girl. She took me to the hospital and gave me a checkup. As I was there I the woke up saying, “Why am I here?” I didn’t know what was going on until she said, “What do you mean? You’re hurt right?” She replied to me. I then said, “I am not hurt? I am dirty that’s all.” “Oh well then no wonder you’re here,” she picked me up gently and teleported to her base (basement). “W-what are we doing here?” I muttered. “In a basement to keep things safe,” she argued with me. “Now stop talking nonsense,” she complained. “I’m sorry.” I said quietly. “Now stay here, I am gonna save other people. You can just explore my base.” As she went to save people, I then started to explore her base. I got so bored I wanted to play something. I got a puzzle game and started playing. “Hm… does this go here? Okay maybe not,” I sighed. Suddenly I heard a footstep coming out through that door. I worried and hid as quickly as I could!!! As the door opened, I then noticed that it was that girl again. I walked up to her and comforted her. “Oh?” minding her own business, “I can’t do anything about it.” I then muttered. “Gosh!” she stuttered, “Why is it so hard these days?!” Then my tummy grumbled, “I am so hungry…!” “Oh, so you're hungry?” she asked nicely. She handed me some food and I started eating, “Thank you,” I replied nicely. “No problem,” she smiled nicely. Monika

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