the life in war

the life in war

Ahmed was outside playing football with the other kids, parents were around roaming the village and watching the children cheering them on. When all of a sudden in the distance they saw people with vests and guns start walking up. They began raising and firing their guns yelling for everyone to gather in the middle of the village. They began raising and firing their guns yelling for everyone to gather in the middle of the village, kids and adults started running all over the place, some tripping and falling. Ahmed without hesitation began running, he was the first one to go into the bush. Ahmed was up front cause he didn't stop running with the bangs of the bullets that were a whisper away. Ahmed waited for others but only a few came. The few that had survived told him that most of the people got captured or killed, Ahmed didn’t see his mom or dad or siblings he was worried where they were at. he knew they would want him to just kept walking. So he walked, hoping he would see his famliy.

The group took a break at a lake to get some water because of the scorching heat outside. Two hours into walking and Ahmed slippers were now ripped apart after walking for so long.

A bullet whizzed into the trees at that very moment, without hesitation, Ahmed began to run. They run into trouble with north sudan and Ahmed even have to look back as soon as he ‘heard a gunshot he ‘started going straight for somewhere to but he was so focused on getting away he tripped on his torn sandals and fell . Within seconds the north sudanese soldiers were on top of him and the soldier captured him and a few others . Some died but Ahmed was smart and hopeful, he was going to have a plan to escape the north sudan army.

The rough hands of the soldiers hauled him to his feet knocking the dust from his clothes but bruising his arms in the process. Ahmed kept his eyes down, pretending to be completely defeated while scanning the camp for weaknesses He noticed the changing of the guards happened just as the sun dipped below the horizon that would be his moment.

as they walked him toward a makeshift holding area, Ahmed forced his racing heart to slow down. Panic would get him killed strategy would keep him alive He looked at the other prisoners, searching for an ally and began calculating the distance between their makeshift cell and the safety of the tree line.

He nudged the shoulder of a bruised young man sitting to his right, keeping his voice below a whisper When the gates open, we split left Ahmed breathed, his eyes locked forward on the tree line The man didn't look up but a slight tense nod was all the confirmation Ahmed needed.

A heavy hand slammed into Ahmed's shoulder blades, shattering his focus and shoving him roughly into the dirt Keep your eyes on the ground rat! a guard barked tracking past him with a semi-automatic rifle held loose but ready. Ahmed swallowed the dust in his mouth fixing his gaze on the soil while keeping the mental map of the fence firmly locked in his mind.

Forty yards. It was a short distance on an open track, but through uneven terrain and under the watch of three elevated guard towers, it felt like a mile. He needed a distraction something loud enough to draw the crosshair away from the perimeter fence for at least ten seconds

A sharp, metallic clack echoed from the north sector followed instantly by the deafening roar of the primary fuel depot blowing its seals The searchlights staggered. The heavy machine guns mounted on Tower Two whined as their automated crosshairs jerked away, snapping toward the sudden bloom of orange fire and oily black smoke. One. He lunged from the shadow of the concrete culvert. His boots dug hard into the loose, jagged gravel. Two Three. His breath burned in his chest. The uneven ground threatened to snap his ankle with every frantic stride. Above him, the camp's main siren began its rhythmic, mechanical wail, drowning out the crunch of his footsteps. Four Five. Six. The perimeter fence loomed ahead—heavy, rusted chain-link topped with coils of razor wire. He didn't have time to use cutters. He threw his weight forward, sliding face-first into the cold mud beneath the loose bottom panel he had pried open the night before. Seven Eight. He jammed his pack through the narrow gap and clawed at the frozen earth to drag his torso under. A jagged wire snagged the fabric of his jacket, biting into the flesh of his shoulder. He ignored the sharp sting, lunged hard, and tore himself free. Nine. He scrambled on hands and knees into the dense, unmanaged brush of the outer woods. Ten Behind him, the blinding white beam of Tower One’s spotlight whipped violently backward. It washed over the fence, illuminating the empty, muddy gap and the tattered threads of his jacket swaying on the wire. But the darkness of the forest had already swallowed him whole.

by dawn he finally stumbled past the refugee camp he walks in and they give him some food and water cause he said he was thirsty and hungry after all that walking and all the work he did to espace the prison

A couple years Ahmed moved to america and went to college at Morgan state and got into a business company with cars its expensive but its pretty good business for a person from south sudan who survived a war