A Responsibility!

Parvana was tired of all of the pain and blood. She wanted to be in a classroom with all of her friends, talking about their homework and games. She's tired of it all.

I think to being Parvana's shoes would be a hard and stressful thing. I would be getting up early in the mornings, having to dress up as a boy, and then off to work. At work I would be selling things that were too expensive for even my family to purchase. Pushing my way throughout the crowds hoping no one would notice that I am a girl, thinking to myself what could happen if I were to get caught. Would I get killed? Would they beat me? What would happen. Dragging myself through the streets wondering what the next day would bring, would the Taliban take over my family, would they destroy my home? What would happen? Hearing screams of horror as I worked, watching people being hurt, some of their body parts being chopped right off, would be a terrible experience. I would be the one that my family relied on to get them what they needed, and help to not make them starve to death. I think that would be such a tough thing to do, just knowing that everything is totally unpredictable and that anything could happen. I don't think I would be able to cope in such a situation. Parvana lives a tough life, a true living horror.