Chapter 1

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Yasmeen's P. O. V

Fire, everywhere, I don't know what is going on
" Yasmeen , get up quickly please", my brother said
"what happened, bhaiya(brother)", I asked
"Where is dad "I asked again
"Rarakan Army took him, maybe, I don't know."
"will they kill him?" I asked.
"I don't know, Yasmeen, we have to run away"
"mum, hurry up. We have to go."
we are running, we just running
there is just fire everywhere
I don't understand anything suddenly what there Enemies in front of us.
They shoot my brother and takes my mum in front of me.
"there is another Rakha  army coming for me"
but I don't submit to him, my brother screams for me to run.
I run and run until I find the group of people leaving Myanmar in a Boat. I join them and we sail towards a unknown future.
I cry for my mother, I cry for my brother, I cry for my whole family. will I see them ever again. I don't know. Maybe not. I don't want to accept but I know they are dead.
I am crying and crying.

" Yasmeen, wake up, wake up
did you have a bad dream again,
You was crying and screaming"
I hug Mina  as tightly as I can. those horrible memories are flashing back again
I now live in a Refugee camp of Bangladesh .
the Bangladesh government to pity on US and let us stay here but there is a lot of of problems living here. I am 18 years old. We are here for almost 1 year. I lip with Meena and her family they are my everything everyone else in her family can't tolerate me. everyone hates me, cause I have beauty. the the men of the camp has a a dirty eye me. I just pray to Allah to save my only thing, my virtue.

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