Sohrab Diary Entry
September 12th 2000
I’m lucky to have you diary. As you hide under my dirty, half thin disgusting excuse for a mattress. I come back to you every day without fail to scream and cry at the world in written form. I’m lucky to have you diary.
Today however, I had a change, something that will change my life forever and would make my father overjoyed, and help him finally rest in peace.
I am no longer in the presence of that monster Assef, I am no longer his property. A man claiming to be my uncle, my father’s brother came for me and rescued me. I am now sat in a jeep on my way to the airport so that my uncle can take me to live in America, for a better life. I’m staying quiet at the moment because I am still in shock of what happened back at that place where they kept me and used me as a servant. Assef started to beat my uncle, blood was pouring from his face. I saw red and drew my slingshot out from the back of my pants, I bent down slowly, picked up one of the nearest brass balls from the end of the glass table that was now smashed from Assef throwing my uncle onto it from the floor and remembered, remembered what my father had taught me as a small child, Take aim, Inhale, exhale, fire! The stone struck Assef in his ugly face, right in the eye. It popped on impact and he was blind, so Amir and I made our escape from the building straight into this Jeep.
Uncle Amir has been telling me stories of what he and my father used to get up to as children themselves. I did laugh, although only in my head. I just can’t show any emotion right now or I will just break down and cry. I overwhelmed at what has happened in the last hour and a half. I don’t know if I would cry in happiness or if I would cry from all the abuse I have taken which feel like its bursting from my stomach, this is why; I’m lucky to have you diary, to show my deepest inner emotions.
I can’t believe that this time tomorrow I will be in America, I have heard a.