The day of 24 November, 2001
Subha Baniya,
Date: 9/9/2013
The day of 24 November, 2001
We have an amazing mind, don’t we? No matter how long it has been, if something really means to you, the memory never fades away, and I am no exception. It’s been almost twelve years since that day, yet I vividly remember every single moment of it, for this day not only changed my perceptions, but also made me who I am today.
I was a child then. A child dissatisfied with everything she had. A child whose grumbling seemed to have no end. It wasn’t because I was raised that way, but I was just too young to have imagined what a real world would seem like, to have known what others go through.
However, the day of 24 November, 2001 changed everything in my life. It was my fifth birthday, and as usual, I was screeching at the top of my voice, in rage, but this time for not getting a dolly as tall as me. I was screaming and crying aloud, but for the first time in my life, my dad suddenly held a good grip of my wee hand. In the next moment, I was stumbling behind him, for it was impossible for me to keep up with his strides.
It was a long way, and I could see people everywhere staring at us. I didn’t know where we were heading to, but what I knew for sure was that my heart was beating frantically in my ears, becoming louder with my every step. All of sudden, my father took a turn, and we were then walking through a narrow pathway. The path was as old as the Nile; so dark, so filthy. It seemed to me as if nobody even cared to take a look at it, not even the rays of the sun. I was wondering why my dad was making me walk through this terrible way, but didn’t dare ask him. So, I moved on silently, until I saw something that didn’t let me move any further.
There, I saw children like me. Some naked. Some in ragged clothes, which barely covered their body. Never in my life, had I known that even this part of the world existed. The heart rending cries and shrieks of those children out of hunger and pain
Date: 9/9/2013
The day of 24 November, 2001
We have an amazing mind, don’t we? No matter how long it has been, if something really means to you, the memory never fades away, and I am no exception. It’s been almost twelve years since that day, yet I vividly remember every single moment of it, for this day not only changed my perceptions, but also made me who I am today.
I was a child then. A child dissatisfied with everything she had. A child whose grumbling seemed to have no end. It wasn’t because I was raised that way, but I was just too young to have imagined what a real world would seem like, to have known what others go through.
However, the day of 24 November, 2001 changed everything in my life. It was my fifth birthday, and as usual, I was screeching at the top of my voice, in rage, but this time for not getting a dolly as tall as me. I was screaming and crying aloud, but for the first time in my life, my dad suddenly held a good grip of my wee hand. In the next moment, I was stumbling behind him, for it was impossible for me to keep up with his strides.
It was a long way, and I could see people everywhere staring at us. I didn’t know where we were heading to, but what I knew for sure was that my heart was beating frantically in my ears, becoming louder with my every step. All of sudden, my father took a turn, and we were then walking through a narrow pathway. The path was as old as the Nile; so dark, so filthy. It seemed to me as if nobody even cared to take a look at it, not even the rays of the sun. I was wondering why my dad was making me walk through this terrible way, but didn’t dare ask him. So, I moved on silently, until I saw something that didn’t let me move any further.
There, I saw children like me. Some naked. Some in ragged clothes, which barely covered their body. Never in my life, had I known that even this part of the world existed. The heart rending cries and shrieks of those children out of hunger and pain