During the early hours of the morning we were woken by yells and kicks from these foreign invaders. These chains were beginning to get uncomfortable I tried to stand but I was hungry and thirsty, they began to beat me, I hoped they would kill me and that I would join my mother in death, they stopped.I had time to collect myself and calm down.

“My child why do you cry so much?” a stranger asked me.

“Can you not see what they are doing to us!” I yelled and people turned to look at me. Someone came and hit me and spoke in foreign language words I could not understand.

“This is all part of the plan of the Lord. We must persevere and have strength.”

“Was it part of God’s plan that I lose my family!” I yelled. This man was making me worse so I ignored him.