Khadijah ✔️

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• Before you start reading, I am praying constantly for the countries who are at war. I am sure God will make everything better. Stay strong, Syrians, Palestinians, and all the people whose homes are at war. Everything would get better, darlings•

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The sound of continuous gunshots made the girl sleeping in bed wake up, frightened. She looked around and would catch a glimpse of her parents running around the house, carrying stuff.

She remembers that her dad told her to get off the bed and change quickly. They ran out of the house with bags over their heads, to protect themselves from getting shot.

They got into the car and drove off to somewhere that was a mystery. But at the end of the day, she trusted her parents that they knew where they were heading.

She eventually fell asleep in the car, soundly. After what didn't feel like much. She woke up to find herself with a building ahead of her. She soon realized that it was an airport.. in Lebanon.

Before she can even get the chance to question it, her parents were pulling towards the entrance of the airport. Her mother would check on her to make sure she was alright and the woman just couldn't help feeling compassionate and pity at the same time, in some way.

Khadijah can remember just like it was yesterday. She was only twelve years old when she was taken away from the only place she was able to call home. A sensation of pain and agony came across her.

Being a seven year old little girl who can speak Arabic, English, and Irish Gaelic was something that wasn't exactly normal to a kid her age. And as many time she was called strange, different, and weird, they were who she knew truly.

She might have been an outcast but, they saw who the true Khadijah was.

She was pulled into yet vehicle for another five hours. She looked out of the window to see little specks of light stuck together, to what seemed to be below the buildings.

She leaned back and sighed before leaning her head on her father's shoulder. He turned his head towards her and kisses her hair. She found herself slowly falling asleep once again.

It was ten pm and it was same to say that it was an incredibly tiring day. Khadijah and her parents wounded off at a motel. For the family, all they needed were two beds. To be able to see what the next day would unfold.

It had been six years since that day, yet, it left a mark. Especially to Khadijah. She knew that life wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, but, she didn't know until that moment how pride and selfishness could drive someone to kill little children, men, women, elderly, and newborn babies.

It stung, seeing all those people's lives just taken away in matter of seconds. But on the other hand, Khadijah at that moment, has known how lucky and privileged she was get a chance.

It was quite hard to look back at the place where you called peaceful, become a bloodbath. It was just devastating. She wished she could help in some way, and years from that day, she still felt guilty of never going back there. It felt selfish. Something that Khadijah surely didn't obtain.

But her parents continuously succeeded into reassuring her that Allah will most definitely not be upset with her. But on the contrary, proud of her for having the guilt in her and the fear of Him and the consequences. They told her it's a gift. Something not much of humans had owned.