Essay on ‘THE PRIZE’
I felt out of breath. My destination was anywhere out of this now turned cruel place,
Kashmir, once called home. Leaving my father behind ached my soul, but, knowing
he was there to help other Muslim, comforted me. There were Indian soldiers
everywhere. So was blood. So was the pain. So was agony………
I have been going for fifty days now. Kashmir was under attack by the Indian
government, claiming their power by torturing, raping, slaughtering ad burning
Kasmiri Muslims. I was told by them that there was no escape, but my father found
us, Kashmiris, a way out. I was running towards the mountains where on the other
side I did find the Pakistani border. Oh, now it sounded like heaven.
Five in the morning. I felt the shelter and headed out. Once I did reach the border,
my uncle would help me out until it was approximately 7am. My feet were sore and
my legs had almost given up. Thankfully, I was in a crowd of trees, my muddy
clothes would conceal me if any beast was around. I sat by a tree, sick and tired,my
heart pounding as if it were a train on the tracks.
‘Will I ever make it? What if those predators saw me? Will it be and if it all?My knees
were bleeding by the numerous times I tripped on hard rocks, only trying to bear the
pain by picturing myself being shot on my legs. I did not know how much I had to run
to get the prize but I got up and started walking.
‘Come on! You can make it, for your father and for the helpless souls’. I consoled
myself. Every now and then I heard a living thing. But I told myself it was an animal
and tried not to be steered back by the fear.There was a pleasant breeze. A beautiful
sight. Only it broke me. God’s creations are so majestic but so are they cruel and
heartless.
Now comes the river. I had to find a way through. The water was ferocious. I know if I
try to find a way through it. I then ran to the end of the river where I saw big rocks
which led my way over the river.I jumped out the first one. My heart raced. One
wrong step and T would have been eaten up by the river. My bare feet bled. The
freezing cold water numbed them. The pain felt never ending.
I was over the river after about fifteen minutes. It might have been eight . The Indian
forces would be changing shifts. Just now I had ten minutes. I ran like anything. Like
everything I ever needed stood miles away. It was all I needed. My fees were on the
verge of giving up. Aahhh….
I felt out of breath. My destination was anywhere out of this now turned cruel place,
Kashmir, once called home. Leaving my father behind ached my soul, but, knowing
he was there to help other Muslim, comforted me. There were Indian soldiers
everywhere. So was blood. So was the pain. So was agony………
I have been going for fifty days now. Kashmir was under attack by the Indian
government, claiming their power by torturing, raping, slaughtering ad burning
Kasmiri Muslims. I was told by them that there was no escape, but my father found
us, Kashmiris, a way out. I was running towards the mountains where on the other
side I did find the Pakistani border. Oh, now it sounded like heaven.
Five in the morning. I felt the shelter and headed out. Once I did reach the border,
my uncle would help me out until it was approximately 7am. My feet were sore and
my legs had almost given up. Thankfully, I was in a crowd of trees, my muddy
clothes would conceal me if any beast was around. I sat by a tree, sick and tired,my
heart pounding as if it were a train on the tracks.
‘Will I ever make it? What if those predators saw me? Will it be and if it all?My knees
were bleeding by the numerous times I tripped on hard rocks, only trying to bear the
pain by picturing myself being shot on my legs. I did not know how much I had to run
to get the prize but I got up and started walking.
‘Come on! You can make it, for your father and for the helpless souls’. I consoled
myself. Every now and then I heard a living thing. But I told myself it was an animal
and tried not to be steered back by the fear.There was a pleasant breeze. A beautiful
sight. Only it broke me. God’s creations are so majestic but so are they cruel and
heartless.
Now comes the river. I had to find a way through. The water was ferocious. I know if I
try to find a way through it. I then ran to the end of the river where I saw big rocks
which led my way over the river.I jumped out the first one. My heart raced. One
wrong step and T would have been eaten up by the river. My bare feet bled. The
freezing cold water numbed them. The pain felt never ending.
I was over the river after about fifteen minutes. It might have been eight . The Indian
forces would be changing shifts. Just now I had ten minutes. I ran like anything. Like
everything I ever needed stood miles away. It was all I needed. My fees were on the
verge of giving up. Aahhh….
