Would all the traumas we endured during the past four years fade away one day?
Enjoying the fresh breeze, eating some sweets, and laughing really hard, I was playing with my kindergarten classmates. All of a sudden, we heard loud, very frightening noises. I thought perhaps it was a crash of thunder since it was a cloudy day. At the time, I was not quite familiar with the terms related to bombing and war. I did not know what that would mean. It was the first time I had heard a very loud petrifying sound like that. As the noise kept rolling, becoming louder and louder, my friends and I clung to one another hiding in a corner, just a few meters from the kindergarten door, hugging both knees to our heads as if we were trying to shrink into a ball. Everyone in the place was terrified to death, even our teachers, whom we expected to be of sheer steadiness.
A few moments later, we were informed that the mosque near us would be bombarded at any time. Therefore, we had to leave as soon as we possibly could. Amidst all the chaos, I did not forget about my pens and colors. I packed all my stuff and rushed to leave in tears and horror. Running out of the kindergarten, I slipped over, hit my leg, and even worse, I totally panicked. All of this happened while I was on my own. Suddenly, my father showed up. He grasped my hand firmly, pulled me towards him, and hugged me. " Are you okay, my little girl?" he said with tremendous worry. I could not speak. When we were home, my dad gave me some candy, but it had no taste. The adrenaline I had in my body hindered me from feeling anything around me. At that moment, I realized that under the bed was not safe enough. Not a thing was safe. By the day, these incidents grew old with us to the extent that I could hear any loud noise as a sound of bombardment.
