This story took place when I was 8 years old,I’m 14 now but I still remember this event like it was yesterday.
Before I start this story I’ll give a little bit of background details.I live in Syria,in a huge house just outside the city and I have lived there with my parents and younger sister for almost my entire life. But sadly I had to move because of the story I’m about to tell you.As most of you may know terrible war has been going on for the past 7 years and my story is linked with this war.
It was summer break,and my sister and I were very bored as usual,so we decided to go play in our backyard.We have very tall fences made out of brick,which I am very grateful the were there,that even my dad,who is about six and a half feet tall,couldn’t reach,so you could say that our house was very safe and secure and we had nothing to worry about.
Anyways,we went outside and played our usual games like hide and seek and tag and other childish games.We were playing for about 30 minutes when all of the sudden we hear this kind of low booming sound,I thought nothing of it since I’m used to hearing this type of noises,but my sister who was 6 at the time urged me to go inside because she got very scared but me being the outdoorsy,sun light loving child I was I convinced to stay and play some more games.Not ten minutes later a very loud,ear piercing BOOM echoed through the entire place.The only way I can describe the noise is like popping a building sized balloon that was just 7 feet away from you.
The second me and my sister heard this heart-stopping noise,we booked it back to the back door where we were greeted by our crying mom and grandmother and confused dad and granddad.I ran to my dad’s arms sobbing hysterically into his shoulder while he tried calming me down but it was no use,because from outside all I could hear is people screaming and seconds later ambulances.My dad ran to his bedroom window,while carrying me,and we looked outside.
All I could see was black smoke and faint red lights and hear the screeching and screaming of the people outside.In the middle of this chaos I managed to hear someone from the crowd saying “There was a man inside that car!” And when I heard this I started crying even harder,my dad returned to the living room where the rest of my family was waiting for us in tears.We sat there huddled in a corner praying hard and crying silently,while the world crumbled outside. After it calmed down a bit we checked the house,luckily nothing was damaged but there was a giant hole in one of the widows of the extra guest bedroom.I won’t go into details about what happened after that because at the time I didn’t understand what exactly happened but we moved out shortly after,into a much smaller house,in the middle of the city.
Back then I never fully understood what happened,but over time I finally did.Apperantly,one wanted man who was terrorist put an explosive device under a car,and inside this car was a man who was sleeping,I personally knew the man that was in the car,let’s call him Jo.Jo was our gardener. He was a nice old man that was in his late 50’s and he had a wife and 2 kids,unfortunately he died the second this device went off,leaving his wife and kids all alone in shock.
This was the most traumatizing experience of my life,and I send all my love out to all people who lost their families and friends.War is a terrible thing and it should stop,innocent people shouldn’t die just like that! And I can believe that there are heartless and insane people out there that would do such horrible things to other people…This story 100% real and soemtimes if I concentrate enough I would be able to hear the screaming of people,from six years ago,in the back of my head.
Please love each other and thank you for listening.