Hello and welcome once again. This assignment was to create a counterfactual scene to the blog assignment five. It shows how things could have turned out differently. This post will be similar to my blog assignment five, but they don’t end in same way. Only a few things changed so the story could have another ending. For this assignment I’ve read Rewinding & Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Heads (NPR Hidden Brain Episode), Two Views of the River (Mark Twain) and Kramer vs. Kramer: Action Scene (Shows/Deepens the Conflict). I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.
It is October 22, 2009 we are in Congo, Center Africa to help people after Boko Haram, a terrorist group attacked, burned and kidnaped people of three villages. We are here as voluntaries to help them with food, water and take injured people to the hospital. The rumors say that they kidnaped almost a hundred of young girls killed some men and burned almost everything around. We are sharing food and water when suddenly I see an old lady sitting alone. I can see how sad she is, crying and completely desperate. I walked to her and said, “Are you hurt?” “I can’t find my sons.” She said while crying. I told her that we are going to look for her sons and asked her if she needed something, maybe some water. “They kidnaped my grands daughters” She said with a trembling voice. “I’m really sorry about that”. That’s the only thing that came in my mind. I tried and gave her some water so she could get calm. Thirty minutes after, I wanted to see if she needed to be taken to the hospital. “Are you good now?” I asked her. “I would be good when I’ll see my family again” she responded. I had no idea of what to say to uplift her and then, I received a call from a friend who is in the army telling me that the government has sent soldiers to save the hostages. “I’m sorry son, I just don’t feel good. Things were already difficult for me here and now it’s going to be worst without my family”, she claimed. “The government has sent some soldiers to save the hostages, I think you’ll see your family soon” I responded her. “Are you sure about that?” she said looking at me with a happy face. “You know, they sexually abuse young girls and this is not what I want for my grands daughters” she said. The next few second that follow those questions, a lot of things came in my mind. I realized how lucky I was and in same time how stupid I was. Asking for needless things all the time, complaining about unnecessary things, spending my time arguing if you should put the milk or the cereal first with my peers and my brothers while having breakfast when some people have trouble to eat, are killed and abused by terrorist pretending to fight for God. What if I was in their conditions, why those people are abused and killed, but not us, what they have done? A lot of questions came in my mind. “You are doing a great job here, thanks for that” she said. I was very glad to see that she was least desperate after I told her about the soldiers. “You’re welcome, I’m here to help and I would do anything for that” I told her. “Thank you so much my son” that’s the last thing she said before she went to the hospital. We took her to the hospital and I went home. Three days later, I went to the hospital to visit her and she was with all her family. The soldiers sent by government to save the hostages succeeded in their mission and her sons were kept as hostage with her grands daughters.
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