The Days We Remember [Requests Closed]

Frozen In

The world has a twisted sense of humor.

Four years of no water. Endless heat and sunlight with no way of growing anything. And what is he given after his suffering? Some water? A decent rainfall to refresh his people and his land? Of course not. Now, instead of dying of heat, he can freeze to death.

There was so much snow outside. Day after day, all Iran saw was snow. After a few days, he couldn't even see outside his window. There was daylight to come into the house and he was always cold.

He had the radio playing in the living room. He was always listening for updates, though the weather cause interference and half the time he just got static.

When he didn't sleep or eat the little food he had, Iran was pacing the house, trying to keep his blood flowing. He held a blanket tightly around his shoulders.

How did other people deal with this cold? To think some of the others actually enjoyed this!

Iran knew that he couldn't die, but it didn't do much to comfort him. It wasn't only his own discomfort, but the fright and cold that his people felt. Pretty much all of his land had been covered with the icy dust. Several feet of it.

The only way he could tell when night fell and day started was the radio and his phone. He constantly checked the time, hoping his battery wouldn't die on him anytime soon.

The worst part was feeling. Not feeling the cold or discomfort, but feeling his people as they slowly withered away in the harsh cold. As thy died, thousands of them. Each one felt as if another pile of the icy death had been dropped into him. He could hardy stand.

He didn't stand after a while. He didn't even try. He lied in the floor with his blanket held around him and did nothing. What could he do? He was trapped. That was when he heard something. A weird scraping sound from outside the walls. He thought he could hear voices, but perhaps he was just imagining it.

The scraping stopped as cold flooded in. A crisp, freezing wind that made his body tremble. Next came footsteps, loud and deep sounds until he felt himself being lifted up.

He wanted to open his eyes, to see who it was. He couldn't though. He didn't have the strength within him.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay, now," someone told him.

Safe. Was everyone else safe? So many had died. He could still feel them. They were scared. But at least there was help on the way.

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Requested by teal_in_the_rain.

There's not much because I wasn't able go get a whole lot of information.

The Iran Blizzard of 1972 was considered the worst blizzard in world history. The entire country was covered in about ten feet of snow, some places getting as much as 26 feet. This blizzard lasted about a week after a four year long drought.

Many people were trapped in their houses and an estimated 4,ooo people died.