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I wrote a small story about a kid named Ali. Here it is.

Ali was a refugee boy who lived in Afghanistan under Taliban control. His family consisted of his father, his mother, and himself plus a bunch of Canadian relatives. His cousins had already escaped and gone to Canada. But he and his parents stayed behind at the border camp. But one day they decided they had had enough of the abuse they were suffering from. So they tried to leave to Canada. The first challenge was escaping the camp. At night, he knocked out some of the guards and used their gear to sneak by unnoticed. After that they needed food and water, so they searched around for the nearest outpost. Once they found it Ali snuck in at night with his guard gear and stole supplies and ran in the direction of the border with his parents. Once they got there they took off their gear. His dad went over a hill and found a farm. He asked if the farmers could take them to the city, and they could! But suddenly, a group of Taliban solders came and started firing! But before they could hurt anyone, a farmer opened the cow pen and they stampeded toward the solders and pushed them into a hole. The farmer helped them get into his jeep. Once they were in there, he drove them till the city and told them he had to go back. Ali thanked the farmer and then decided to explore a bit. His mom used the money she got from the outpost to get some food from a restaurant. Then they went over to the airport to buy plane tickets. While they were waiting, a soldier from Canada told them that he was there to help. Then together they flew to Canada and Ali started a new life with his cousins who lived there.

I’m fairly certain that this story is fiction, but if this has happened to someone please let me know. I just made up the story about Ali, but the cruelty of the Taliban is huge. They are the same group that shot Malala Yousafzai. Please try to help in any way you can. I’ll see you later, bye!

Below is a made up letter from Ali to his cousins before he escaped. Please read it.

Wakhan corridor, September 3, 2021

Dear Cousins,

I hope you are well. Things are the same here. The guards treat us horribly. And we barely get any food. Even the food we do get is often spoiled. The others are all miserable. Every day here is like spending a year in Hell. The water is always dirty. And there is disease everywhere. Our tents are so fragile that a small gust of wind can blow it far away. And the night is unbearably cold. We don’t even have beds or pillows! I wish we could all join you in Canada. But the guards would kill us. No one has even tried to escape like you guys did. Maybe, one day we can finally leave.

Love,

Ali