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When I got older about sixteen of age I then began to understand the selfish cold place around me, it was full of hatred and pain. I tried to look through the rough side of things and make things a better place in my mind, listen to music and look deep within my environment and see the beauty in this place. When I was with my friends we decided to go to a party to hang out with our local friends, have a good time and catch up. When the party was done I wouldn’t expect my whole life to change. I always dreamt my close friends and I would some day get away from this negative place and be free to give back to our community. All of this was about to change in a flash of an eye. When we arrive by our apartment building complex; a car pulls up and three men come out yelling at another group of men in the park than before I know it the sound of gunshots filled the air. In fear for my life

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

I had one uncle shot and killed on his way home from work. I was beaten up bad about that, but i was okay. Then i had another uncle who was killed in the midst of getting robbed, and i honestly wanted to give up on my life. I was really trying to hold myself together by playing baseball and trying to get this out of my head. The more i tried the harder it got for me. I had one more uncle who couldn't take the pain of losing his brother, so he hung himself and was in a coma for 2 months. That's when school was getting tough because i had to be in and out of the hospital, i was missing work from all my classes and i thought no one understood what i was going through.

When I was 12 years old I lost my dad. After him being in prison my whole life his life was taken. During my grievance period I did some things that might not have been in my best of interest. Sooner than later it all came to an end. It was then that I realized that everything happens for a reason and it started to motivate me to do better.

This screaming and fighting was going on for hours, Michael and I partially went to sleep while my mom and Aunt Betsy watched us sleep. Then all of a sudden, we hear silence their gone, my mother waits a few minutes to make sure it's still silent. It past 10 minutes it was still silent, my mom poked her head out to see if the coast was clear, but their was still a few bad people they're arresting lots of families men. My father left a tiny phone for my mom because when his close or is in america we will know that he is ok. Hours past and it was still quite, and our candle was literally about to burn out, but we still have half of the other one, my mother wanted to go to see if everyone one was gone but before she left the phone rang.

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

I was awoken with a thunderous bang that made the ground tremble and the house shake. Things were falling off shelves, crashing and shattering onto the floor. I dived under a table until the shaking stopped. Slowly and carefully, I peeked out the window and watched as the soldiers broke their way into each and every house, gathering up everyone who didn't go to the Commemoration Day Show. I ran for my hunting gun and considered my options, run or fight. I decided to run and strap my gun across my back but quickly realised I was surrounded. I formulated a plan as I rushed up the stairs to my brother's bedroom. As I reached his room, my front door was burst open and the soldiers' carefully entered my house. I locked the door behind me and for

war and have a tough time readjusting to normality due to an injury, or a friend being or

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

Being Scared, I mean we all have been scared and we all have fears even if we deny being afraid of someone or something. Every night on Halloween me and some friends go down Main Street to the Pattinson Abandoned Murder house. We’ve gone every year since we were 10 but we never seem to be able to find a way inside but this year that Changed.

Life never goes as goes as planned, at one second your life can change completely and flip upside down. You never know what’s going to happen next. You can’t plan to win the lottery or when you are going to be in a car accident. Life isn’t always fair and you get hit with the worst you could ever dream of. My worst fear is to get an injury. And that exactly happened to me. An injury can hold you back from a lot of stuff especially when you don’t want it to come the most.

To be, or not to be: that is the question suicidal thoughts from all the devastating things in life not having any hope for the future having a fixation on what will happen if dying still isn’t the answer to the problems that life brings to you.Feeling alone,worthless,socially isolated moods changing from sad to mad I must be cruel,only to be kind to myself that is what holds me back nostalgic feeling of happy days from better days.Not being a victim of bullying,sexual abuse or uncertainty of my sexual orientation. Hanging around people that I think will make me have a brighter day and do as adversaries do in law strive mightily,but eat and drink as friends loose ends with people that I stop talking to them wondering why and thereby hangs a tale.

Can you remember a day when you experienced a most frightening moment in your life? For me, it was the day that we had a huge fire break out in the refugee camp that my family reside in. I can recall the encounter with the fire on that day vividly. My parents, myself, my three siblings, and all my relatives all lived in that refugee camp at the time. It was truly terrible the most frightening moment to me, my family, and my community. We had to process many feelings at one time. Feelings of loss, fear, anger, disbelief and many more. After experiencing this tragic fire at the camp, I am truly grateful and thankful for what I have despite our loss.

I don’t know how long I’ve stayed on the floor holding Ali, but I can’t bring myself to care. It happened so fast. I had just finished cleaning up with Nooria when the Taliban smashed their way through the door. They then began to drag my husband away. At first, I just froze. I was so scared and startled, I had no idea what to do, then I suddenly began to hit and scream at the soldiers but that had no effect. The soldiers didn’t care. One of the soldiers hit me with the end of his gun and I fell straight to the ground. I can still feel the pain from the hit. The soldiers then began to empty out the cupboard and that’s when I realised how much of a mess we were in. I just held my breath and hoped that the soldier wouldn’t find my husband secret

A gunman pulled me daughter again toward a way of by the arm. Finally, my husband and some people were able to arrest the man. They have saved me daughter’s life. Than, same people said to my husband: "this area as a dangerous place in Baghdad because many robbers live in it". Tension had been high in Baghdad for several years. The Life was serious and there is suffering. Also, when women want to go to work, there were insurgents who persecute them, and Threats, blackmail, and rapes were ordinary after the war. The Iraq government failure to create security in my country lead them to flee their homes, millions of families have left under horrific situations and more people who continue to hurt. in that time, my daughter never goes out alone or with any of my family after that an incident. After a year, my husband and I decided to go to Syria for saved me family life.We chose to move to Syria because it was inexpensive than other countries, close Iraq and we like to live as a rule. We left our home, north of Baghdad, my husband and I with my daughter and son. We crying at the time when we left me home. We are going through sorrow.