YEAR 6 CREATIVEWRITING
In the Sea There Are Crocodiles
A diary entry from the perspective of the main character in The Arrival Dear Diary, I have been feeling deeply apprehensive ever since that first, and possibly fateful, step onto the departing steam locomotive. Leaving my wife and daughter behind was nothing short of heartbreaking. They feel so close yet also so far away. Yes, I am in search of a new and better existence but the pensive feeling inside me gnaws away like an infection of sadness, plunging me further into a pool of sorrow. Every day commences and finishes in the very same manner with me staring lovingly at my only memory of those closest to me…the picture. It’s my most treasured possession and will remain with me until we re-convene, wherever and whenever that may be. I just hope that day comes sooner than I expect in reality. The amalgamation of sadness and despair is controlling me beyond repair. I am aware that I need to find a source of happiness to break me from this sorrowful state. Life on board is rather solemn and conversation between those on the ship is limited to say the least! I did though encounter one polite gentleman who, like me, had left his family behind in hope of finding a better quality of life in a more prosperous land. Only time will tell if our gambles will pay off, but he offered some words of encouragement as his father had emigrated 30 years ago and set up a successful business in his new land. So it can work; I just hope the same success can come my way in the weeks and months to come. The picturesque view of the sapphire blue sea gently splashing against our bow does provide my mind with temporary respite. The ship slices effortlessly through the water like brand new scissors cutting paper. I get lost in the beauty but then my mind snaps back to the reality of my situation.
Dear Enaiat,
I should never have left you at the Samarat Qgari. Quelta is a dangerous place and the only reason I left you is because the Pashtun would have killed you if they came to Nara. I was scared so I took you to Quelta to see if there were any other Hararas that I could trust enough to look after you for a while until you became older and more responsible. But there weren’t so I talked to Kaka Rahin and told him to tell you I had gone. I am so sorry I left you. The world contains many bad things Enaiat as I have shown you before but unfortunately you may have to experience some of them. The main reason I left you with Kaka Rahim is because behind all the roughness he has a kind heart and also he will see the good in you and probably recommend you to an employer. But I am truly sorry. I haven’t taught you the way of the world so my advice (if you receive this letter) is that not everyone in life is someone you can trust and that if you are in a new place filled with strange people then ask yourself what to do, not a stranger. There are other reasons I left you in Quelta like that instead of me watching you being killed by Pashtuns or Taliban you may live a peaceful life with others who love and care for you. I know you will make a living for yourself and settle down somewhere and there are two more things I want you to know. One is that seeing a loved one die in front of your eyes is worse than being killed and that life may be a labyrinth but I know you will always find your way out.
Samarat Kandahar
Afghanistan
Ollie Monblat, 6R
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