Life In Auckland Compared To Life In Syria

Auckland: Opening my exhausted eyes felt like the usual everyday wakening. I had a late night watching movies with my sisters once again and I had woken up late for school. I slowly got out of bed feeling glum and still very tired, not intrigued about what I had planned for today. But my life went on, and it was going to be another normal everyday life for me. Syria: Startled awake by my little brother screaming in my ear telling me to wake up, I jumped to my feet from the cold hard floor. He had another nightmare. When I was eight my mother left my little brother and I to care for ourselves. I was now fifteen-years old and I was used to things like this happening. “BOOOM!!” went another bomb. Kenny wrapped his arms around my legs and said with a worried voice “when will this war ever end Rita?”

Auckland: I grabbed my lunch, shoved it in my bag, kissed my mum good-bye and was off to school. Half way towards the school grounds I met my friends and walked the rest of the way with them. School was normal today. All I was excited for was the volleyball training I had after school. I couldn’t wait, because that was probably the only sport I was ever good at. Syria: It was empty, as usual, the cupboards were never even half filled with food ever. My brother and I were stranded in a house filled with 5 families. When would I ever expect it anyway. “You can’t catch me” said my little brother as he scurried along playing with the other children. At least he had friends, and wasn’t as miserable as I was. Although at times I wish I could go to school, to make some friends. I had that feeling once again of isolation, and hunger. Auckland: Running laps wasn’t quite the ideal training for me. But since I had slacked off hanging out with my friends instead of arriving to training on time I had to face the consequences. After a good five laps around the gym I finally was told to stop and join the team for proper training. Afterwards as I was walking home I stopped by the shops and bought myself some food with my pocket money I got each week for doing my chores. Than I was on my way home, with my day coming to an end. Syria: Food and money was hard to come by, and a good education as well. I couldn’t make enough money for my little brother Kenny to attend school, so I had to tutor him myself. I could hardly read but I tried my best to teach him what I knew, how to survive, how to stay of trouble, how to fight. If I left this world unexpectedly at least I would know that my ten year old little brother Kenny knew how to take care of himself. Auckland: I entered through the back door, then made my way up the stairs to my room. I was exhausted from training and needed a shower, so I took one for at least 20 minutes or so. I hopped out of the shower, got changed, and went down for dinner. Dinner was scrumptious, and after washing my dishes I checked my Facebook, then hopped into my cosy warm bed. Once my head hit the pillow I was all lights out. Syria: Dawn was falling and I needed to get home from a long day of work as fast as possible before something bad happened. I pushed my way through the rubble, and dirt blocking the entrance to my house, and entered through the front door. I only earned $5 today, which wasn’t enough to buy a loaf of bread but enough to buy at least five slices. So I bought five slices anyway and took them home for supper. My brother and I halved one slice, then decided to make our way to bed (hard floor). He lay his head down against my chest and fell asleep. I could hear his stomach rumble, which made me feel bad because I blamed myself for this happening. But my stomach was empty as well but there was nothing I could do about it. So I laid there staring at the almost completely wrecked ceiling wondering why life was to tough.