A letter from the middle east.

Dear Nazneen

I´m sorry for not writing you earlier, but things have been a little hectic lately, as you probably understand, and the opportunity had yet to arise until this evening. Malek and I had a few difficulties at first, getting out of the village unnoticed proved somewhat more difficult than we first had imagined, and staying on the road without attracting unwanted attention from bandits and such. We have tried travelling mostly by night.

These three last weeks have been very challenging, And very scary. The Americans are bombing so much and the IS are responding with heavy grenade showers. We have seen so much cruelty on the roads to the border! We have seen women, children and men getting slaughtered, burned and tortured. But we have still managed to run away from everyone and everything that have chased us.

Last week I woke up in the middle of the night, a bomb went off next to our hotel, the lights went off and people screamed so loud outside, many wanted help, other screamed because someone had died. Seconds later another bomb went off, this time the grenade hit a car, the house next to the hotel collapsed, and fell into a pile of gravel. Malek told me that we had to go.

After that night in Kobani, we decided to run as fast as we could, together with 50000 others to the Turkish border. When we arrived at the border we were met of soldiers, tanks and other military vehicles, they told us that they was ready to face the IS if they started to march against Kobani, but they never did. The Turkish government decided to let us into Turkey. Now I’m safe and I miss you really much. When you read this letter, I’m probably on my way to London.

From Hasina

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xoxo The Waffleboy.