QUESTIONS
I can still recall my mother trying to wake me from my deep slumber a little before dawn. She restlessly told me to pack up what I need, and that she would explain everything in time. In our hurry, we only had time to take food and water with us. Almost immediately, we left the only home I had ever known and began walking towards a destination that was still unknown to me.
We walked on and on, mile after mile. Confused, I asked my mother, "Where are we even going?" She neither replied, nor looked at me. Although she was crying, she didn't look sad. Her turquoise eyes seemed violent and coarse, determined and angry.
"What was that noise?" I asked again. The ringing in my ears started once the thunderclaps began.
"Was that lightning?"
"Is it going to rain?"
"Shouldn't we turn back, mother?"
"We have to look for shelter! How else are we going to save ourselves from the rain?"
My questions rained down as the rain came down in a drizzle. I looked around, there was no one to answer.
Wasima Aziz is an 8th grade student from Cantonment English School and College.
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