Diary Entries - Day 4

I hate this world! I hate those freakish men, who don't deserve to live in this world! They are just sex hungry bastards, who should be tortured and castrated!

Today, we were woken right before dawn. Another bus with 4 men had come. We were all made to stand in a line. At first, I was too sleepy to think about what was happening. The 4 men examined all of us. And started picking out the little kids; 8 girls and 6 boys around the ages of 7-12. Then, I realized what was happening. A jolt of pain pierced my heart, my eyes filled with tears; I stood frozen with fear and hatred. The children cried and their mothers shouted in anguish as their children were snatched from them! The fathers tried to negotiate something but were pointed at with guns, and they could do nothing but watch in despair. The rest of us just stood there helpless, as the children were forced into the bus and driven away.

I spent the whole day crying. My parents tried to calm me down. Everyone, shocked and scared, spent the day in silence. No one had expected such a turn of events. Now, we all awaited our disappointing fate as all hope of surviving the war was crushed!
 

I learnt that the real world is a dark, dirty place; it's just that we are lucky enough to keep ourselves away from it.

Diary Entries - Day 3

We were all put up in the half burnt houses in the village. We were strictly told not to wonder off anywhere, and we wouldn’t be hurt. The men in black treated us well. They were nice, fun people. They spoke to us in English but conversed with each other in Arabic, so we didn’t really know what they planned. The rest of the people, or hostages I could say, were all expatriates like us. We were 40 hostages and 8 men in blacks.

If it weren’t for the occasional, distant bangs, planes flying above and us having to hide, I would say it was much like a picnic. Yesterday, we spent the day exploring the village and settling in. We were given sufficient food and water. And at night we were given sleeping bags to sleep in. No one had been beaten up, tortured or shot – thankfully!

The men in black didn’t tell us much about who they were or what they wanted from us. And after sometime we just ignored the fact that we were hostages because they were so friendly. And it gave me such a strong feeling of hope; that they were trying to help us out and that secretly we were going to escape and be safe and most importantly – live!

Dairy Entries - Day 2

Finally, after nearly 6, long hours, the bus stopped. I assumed it was still morning, but there was no way to tell, in this dark, black, thickly tinted bus. I had slept throughout most of the journey. I woke up dazed and confused, till I remembered what was happening and once again fear and anxiety enveloped me. I looked around to see where the rest of my family was, and to my great relief, everyone was safe and sound!

When we got out, the sun shone upon us, giving me a feeling of hope; everything was going to be alright. I scanned the surroundings; we were in a small, village-like place in the outskirts of UAE. It had been a victim of the war and was left burnt and abandoned. The village must have been a beautiful, developing place. There was a stream flowing past most of the tiny houses showing a great water system. There must have been a great deal of vegetation as dead plants surrounded the whole village. What a shame!

This was going to be our new home (or our torture chamber but I’d rather look on the bright-side). No one knew for how long. Maybe days, maybe months, maybe till we survive!

Dairy Entries - Day 1

Today - the 1^st of December - what a nightmare of a way to start the month. 3 in the morning we were all woken up by loud sirens coming from police cars. We were forced to evacuate the house. I had no idea what was happening and for the first 10 minutes; I thought I was dreaming.

Then, suddenly in the distance we heard a loud bang, followed by 3 more and then the sky lit up. And realization hit me; the rumors were true - UAE was now part of the Middle East war. My heart started pounding as I looked at the men that made us evacuate. Who were they? Where were they taking us? I looked at mom, dad and my brother, all of them white with fear, just doing whatever they were told. I was struggling to hold my tears back; I might never see them again, this could be the last moments I have with them, the last moments I have to live! I looked around at everyone, all their faces identical - filled with fear and thoughts of never seeing their loved ones again or never seeing this world again.

And now, we’re all sitting in huge, black buses, to God knows where. We’re not allowed to talk, just sit in silence…

Blackberry Addiction

The latest and most ongoing craze all over the world is definitely Blackberrys; all thanks to the Blackberry Messenger (BBM). The Blackberry messenger is an absolute madness. Everywhere you go you find people stuck to their Blackberry, BBM-ing people; in school, in malls, in metros and even in cinemas. People have become so anti-social. They are all just stuck on to their Blackberrys. You can have a decent conversation, without being interrupted by their phones going “Ping!”

It has become a nuisance, especially if you yourself don’t own a Blackberry. You end up just sitting there looking at everyone on their Blackberrys. Instead of talking to you, they ignore you and they’re glued to their phones. They are so addicted, that they can’t put it off. It is constantly on, going “Ping! Ping” every three seconds, and they find this need to reply; they can’t just ignore it. And this addiction spreads, when you hang around with Blackberry users you hooked on to it too. You see everyone with a Blackberry, so you want one too. Then, when you get one, you do the exact, same thing, and the chain just goes on and on.

But, after all the hatred, I do admit the Blackberry is quite an amazing phone (it doesn’t beat the iPhone though). And the Blackberry Messenger allows you to communicate with Blackberry users all around the world, for free!

Wall-E

The most inspiring, interesting and reflective movie I have ever seen has to be Wall-E. I salute Andrew Stanton and Pete Docter who have written the story. The movie is about the future, based on a waste-collecting robot. He is pulled away from his daily routine by another, different kind of robot and ends up on an adventure to space.

This movie shows us what will happen if we humans continue like this, wasting our resources, being so dependent on technology and being ignorant to the damage we are causing to the natural habitat around us. In the movie we have destroyed our beloved planet Earth and our now living in a gigantic spaceship. It also gives us a view on our current diets, and what it will lead to. The movie portrays us humans as fat, obese creatures, who are absolutely technologically dependent. We do nothing at all, we are attached to machines, we survive on liquidized foods as we have become to lazy to chew, we move in chairs because we can’t walk. We have become so technologically dependent that we don’t even communicate the old fashion way, we talk into screens to communicate with each other. We have become immobile, fat, lazy, dependent people!

This is definitely, without a doubt a must see movie. It is a total eye-opener. It makes you realize what you are doing to this earth and to yourself. It was a wake up call to me personally, and I have realized the importance of the tiny bad things we do that make a difference and how the little good things that we can, but don’t do, make a difference in a big way.

Keeping Secrets

Everyone has secrets, some are big and some are small. Its fun to know a secret, it gives you this feeling of pride, “I know something you don’t!” But sometimes it goes out of hand. Sometimes a secret is not yours to tell, and things go terribly wrong.

Have you ever felt that the more you get to know about a person, the more your opinion about them changes? Secrets do the same thing in a different way. As you tell someone and it keeps spreading, slowly so does the secret and then it becomes a lie, a rumor. And this may cause the person, who the secret is about, a lot of embarrassment or emotional pain. This could give them a bad name, without them actually doing anything wrong. Your big mouth could cause a lot of trouble. And you may not have meant for it to spread, but just as thought “I’ll only tell one person and no one else,” that person may have thought the same way.

So, think before you talk, what you say might affect someone around you. And if someone has trusted you with a secret, no matter whom they are, whether you like them or not, learn to respect the trust that they have put in to you. Keep your lips sealed!