It has been a long time since I have written. We went back to Afghanstan twice since I have last wrote, but our homeland is so broken that we can't stand it. The war is taring our country apart, but we are not the only one's getting hurt, the American soldiers are getting killed too, but I know they are doing this for our freedom.
Before the war we could be killed simply because we denied our Muslim heritage and became Christians, and it's sad, but that is still true today.
Mohamed has become a Christian, and he is now getting use to using his prostetic arm. I know it is hard for him, because he is a proud man, in that way he is taking after Daddy.
Kids in school still tease me sometime, call me a terrorist, and mean things like that, but I have been in this country since I was five years old and I am ten now, eleven in June, and I am not a terrorist, I am a little girl who left everything familiar to her, so she could live in a free country where she could be a Christian without being killed. Mamma and Daddy risked everything giving their hearts to Christ, as did Mohamed and I, but it was a decision that had to be made and I understand that now, so I wish parents would teach their kids better. I have every right to be here, my family sought Asylum in America.
Well I am going to close this now, Mamma is making an Indian Rice Dish for dinner and I am hungry.
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