Personal Narrative-The Kite Runner

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The sound of guns and screams was an unwelcoming and disturbing experience. It began in Afghanistan, an uncontrollable and unorganised society where there tears of sadness and rage was a common occurrence. The nation was beginning to collapse and my mind raced for ideas. I knew that I would have to give up the life that I was supposed to live here in Afghanistan. I had to escape, but how? It did not matter, as what concerned me was how far I was going to travel and how my life would continue on. What would be the outcome? Would life be any different or better? I have a wife and a daughter who cry for a future and as a father, I had to do what's best for my family. My life was on the line. We were not the only ones who wanted to escape, in fact there was a people-smuggling organisation who still believed that they can live a better life. The smugglers had noticeable wounds and I read them like a novel. It told several stories of their horrible life and persecution. My feet were swollen and my throat was sore red. The group informed me to dress in the manner of the Taliban in order to clear several checkpoints along the way. With minor hesitation, I took their advice and prepared for the journey ahead, leaving my family behind. …show more content…

I had to keep my identity undercover and I had to be strong. Along the way, there was one of the people smugglers who caught my attention when he tapped on my shoulder. “Excuse me sir, but do you know where we goin’?” I replied with hesitation, “We’re going to a place where life will be rich and

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