i'm only 18,but im in the middle of a war.and im not trying to make any cheesy cliche's either.we are literally,at war.i write this from inside my room in islamabad,the capital of pakistan,reputed to be one of the most dangerous countries in the world.i'm not so sure aboutthat.it's dangerous here,true,but..i don't know.it's home.i love it.no matter how hard it gets,i could never leave this place..even if it means risking all our lives.it feels hopeless sometimes,like the war will never end.none can hope to win this war,all we are doing is displacing thousands and thousands of people from their homes.people are dying,they're losing their lives,their loved ones..and there's nothing i can do except pray that God willing,things will get better,that the war WILL end.
until then,there is only thing i can do.continue to pray,and try to escape it.and the only way i can do that is this.writing about it.this is my escape.all anybody really wants is to be heard,right?i'm no different.everybody has a voice.it's time for us to rise and speak out.
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