“Run away Abdul, run away!” This are the last five words that I heard before that big explosion: my prison, where me, my brothers, and my father were imprisoned, exploded, and unfortunately I was the only one that survived.
My name is Abdul Imam, I’m ten years old, and my family was captured by the Talibans when I was only six. Dad told me that they didn’t like us because we were Christians, but I could not understand what it meant.
Ever since the day I escaped from the prison I had been trying to find my mother. My journey was too long for my little legs, but I wouldn’t stop until I found the only thing I still had in my life.
For 2 years I worked for a factory that made shoes. They called it Nike. I didn’t earn a lot of money, but I needed it because today a secret agency will ship me and some guys I met during the journey to Italy, where my mom lives.
See.. Allah has harbored a little a bitter grudge against my mates and me since we didn’t pray to him every day, so the little boat that was taking us to Italy sunk. Right now I am all by myself, probably in the African coast, home of the Egyptian, without anything to eat a no clothes. I’m daisy, I have seasickness, yet the only thing that I can see is a beautiful human being.
“Hi. My name is AmonThun, and I`m the Egyptian princess! You really look like you need some help. Come with me, and I will show you to the royal palace! I`m sure my mother and my father will give you a warm welcome,” said that beautiful thing.
I’m nervous because I’ve never met a pharaoh. How do people act in front of a pharaoh? Yet here I was, a poor ten-year-old kid next to a princess climbing the stairs in a palace.
“My maid is going to show you your new room!” said the princess.
“A room? I don’t need a room! I want to go to Italy,” I said.
“Well.. I guess you can spend the night in your new room then we are going to take you to Italy, but we’d like to know your story,” she said.
And here I was, sitting in a comfortable chair, in a beautiful palace, describing the fantastic chain of events leading up my arrival in here. Hundreds of people were looking at me, listening to my long journey. I am recounting my prison, my family, my trip where some friends and I were trying to use a safe boat to reach Greece from Tunisia when we had an argument about crocodiles.
“Are there crocodiles in the sea?” someone asked.
“My temptation to rescue my friends when they were captured in Greece, and my fight against the Mediterranean Sea.”
I’m not sure, but I think that the queen is crying.. that woman is weird, why is she crying?
“Your story moved me. Tomorrow we’re going to take you to your mom. You deserve it,” said the king.
Suddenly I heard a sailor say, “Here we are, little kid!”
“How is it possible?” I asked.
“Well, you have been sleeping all journey long. Now you are home, and your mom is waiting for you.”
He’s saying the truth. I don’t remember what happened during the journey, but I can see my mom. There she is, as beautiful as the sun, ready to hug me.
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