Day seven..

I'M FURIOUS!! Dad was in the other room packing the prayer mats into a bag. We cannot just abandon our home. Bibi is both frustrated and depressed. Mom brings out the candlestick that has been in her family for hundreds of years. Her ancestors used to burn a candle before they went into battle. She tells us that that would keep us safe. She also tells me tells me pack everything in my room. My arms were too heavy to lift anything. Instead i just stare at everything. After awhile, i hear Dad go down to the cellar. He strokes his precious oven. Mom, on the other hand, buries all her school items. A picture which i had painted was on the floor. It depicted me scoring a goal at the World Cup. Suddenly, i felt determined to find a way for us to stay.

Day Six..

Bibi and i can hear Mom and Dad talking in the bedroom. I thought we would yell at me first. Bibi apologises for causing so much trouble and says that we have to tell Mom and Dad that we only broke one of Mr Nasser's window.
Just then,Mom and Dad came out of their room. They did not look hopeful. Instead of yelling at me they squeeze us both tightly and say that there're only four of us left since all our relatives have died in the war. i did not understand what was going on. "We've got to leave this house tonight and we cannot ever come back." Dad tells us. The government had discovered our school! i feel like a landmine had just exploded next to my head. i already knew how they found out; it was the school transport. Someone might have seen my dad picking up and dropping off girls as they're not suppose to be seen walking in the streets alone. Dad said that someone who he trust told him the news an hour ago. "We have to pack up and leave immediately."