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Amira giggled. She loves the stories her Mama tells her, especially to keep her mind off the war. All of a sudden...
Boom!! Outside, Amira could hear people screaming, and most of all, her little sister, Maia. Amira runs to the door. The time had come, the time that Amira had feared forever. Bombing... The smoke smellwas strong, rocks and rubble filled the streets, people were in tears and Amira's neighbours were running for cover. There were people lying on the ground and children everywhere, some stray and alone, some hugging their parents tight. A scared feeling bubbled up inside Amira, her whole body trembling and her hands $weating. Her ears were ringing from the bomb that had struck the town. Maia was cryihg, and Mama's face looked scared and worried. "Amira, Maia, quick, let's go-" More bombs were soaring down, some splashing in the water, others smashing everything in its path; houses, cars and even people. As Amira, Maia and Mama were running, they could see troops of soldiers marching through the remains of the town. Amira had seen them before, although, this was the first time she'd experienced the bombs. Big, loud and tenifoing. Maia continued crying, but the sound was nothing compared to the loud noises of the war. Amira kept running and followed the familiar safety route to the abandoned warehouse. She opened the rusff door and exclaimed as soon as she stepped in.
"WOW....look!l!
"Amira, what are you talking about?" Mama replied, startled. Amira didn't seem to notice the noise outside. "Look at the strawberries, and the honey, oh and the apples!" Amira shouted! There was nothing there, nothing accept dusty boxes and old shelving. 'Amira, there's nothing there." "But Mama, there is! Look Maia, would you like some juicy strawberries. "But Amira... .." Maia looks at her sister with a puzzled look, but can't help but join in. "Oh, smellthe baking bread, and the chocolate"...Maia exclaimed Amira was so scared about the war going on around her, but she was desperately trying to bring her Mama's story to life. She was trying to escape to everywhere. Amira's Mama flnally realises what she is doing and begins to help her girls imaginations grow so they can try and forget what was happening in their reality.
Boom!! "Hurry girls, quickly, hide here." Amira's Mama leads them to a tiny underground bunker. They huddle together trying to be brave... "Look girls, take some strawberies" says Amira's Mama, holding out her hands. The girls gobble up the pretend strawbenies and it took their minds straight back to their Mama's story about the market square. "Lucy Taye lor a h4e punnet o$ red E*awberrbs arl cor*irutes walkin3 *hror-gh the buellinS nvrkel, ea{*l3 llem aE sl* 1oee. A boy is sellinllr.re lrardwde ?a?er plmee xd L*es at a E*all xd as Luay wdkls pae*, sl",e no*iceo le lvE no atEtornerE and aVncr.l everyone ie walk,inS s*aS-* Toet livn. 'Hello" Luey eaya lo lhe boy, nl'm Lucy' "Hl l'm Jack. t love )iinls *hat Sly.' Luey slood llere, eFvarmSler EtrawberrbE wi*h JacY and odrrlmnS the kites and Tlanes. He conlinted ta chal away, telling |er abant hrq colleclionE and why t're loved Tlaneo eo mueh.
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This time, it sounded close. Everything shook and the noise was deafening. They cuddle together, arms around each other, and closed their eyes. Amira loved listening to her Mama's stories...it made her mind escape to everywhere. Except this time, there was no escape from reality, there was only hope...
A land of survival
The shriehs and the shouts Abandoned and heipless As everyone fills with doubts fleeinglfor help \t/ishing for rele*se The Syria war carries on
All they r,eed is peace
Author- Mia Davies Book name- Hope