Personal Narrative: A Separate Peace

After days of searching for refuge, through the tangle of eroding, weather-beaten and fragmented hills, two score soldiers manned a military outpost where the borders of Iran, Pakistan and Afghanistan meet, was placed right before our eyes and it was like the sorrows which previously filled our bodies during our walk to this place, not knowing we would actually find any refuge, had almost fled from our minds, in hope that we would be accepted into this place ahead of us. As we drew nearer and nearer to the refuge, the wind picked up, our energy slowed down, his lips cracked and bled and the sparse energy left in me completely drained out of me and I collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, my head was being cradled in the crook of his arm and I felt the drops of water trickling down my face and onto my eyes, clearing the sand and dust which allowed me to slightly flicker my eyes open to see so many unfamiliar faces staring down at me and the only familiar face, my lover, reached his hands to mine and gently pulled me into his arms, guiding me to a hut which we have been allowed in for as

It all grew so much easier over the time spent here in this one, humble room which will hold so many memories and events throughout our days living here. The subedars are so good to us, and though it will take us time, we will give back in order for us to keep this refuge for as long as we may need, like they promised. On some days, the shyness within us wrecked us like a tornado, varying from a few days to months, other days, not feeling as dissimilar and worthless to the subedars. After all, I did have my own volition to gift the subedars my baskets woven out of date palm for them to carry their essentials to survive in the desert, he as well, through his own volition, would travel twice a day on his camel to the springs to provide the troops with water under these scorching