Fictional Story (Somalia's Drought)

Cecilia Sheryl Soehada

7C057

9th April 2013

There has been a terrible drought since mid-July in Africa. The drought has caused hunger in East Africa, Somalia because the crops failed and the price of food tripled.

There lived a poor family. Abyan and Asad’s parents gave them every single bite of food they have to keep them alive. Their parents starved to death, and the siblings had to survive on their own. All they had was a mat. They did everything there.

“Asad, it’s already 4 o’clock!” screamed Abyan, “our job stars at 4:30, we might be late, wake up!!!”

It was a hot day in Somalia.  Abyan and Asad rushed outside to get some fresh air and hopped to work. They were supposed to clean up the house. They earned enough money for one meal each day. Both of them were diligent, they were always prepared to work and they always leave the house clean. The owner of the house, Aadan and Haweeyo were wealthy. They had five children, three of them were girls and the rest were boys.

Aadan and Haweeyo always wanted their kids to migrate to Japan so that they could have better education and live a better life. They had enough money to do so, they just wanted to wait until the kids were mature enough.

The next day, Abyan and Asad did the same thing. They woke up and immediately head to work. But when they arrived the house, Aadan and Haweeyo didn’t let them in.

“We don’t need you here anymore,” said Aadan, “our family is migrating to Japan.”

Abyan and Asad sighed.  They went all over Somalia to look for jobs, but they didn’t find any. It was already five in the afternoon. Both of them were hungry, they haven’t eaten for the whole day. They went back and rested in their mat under the bridge. They decided to search for food in piles of trash. Abyan and Asad splited up, Abyan went to the piles of trash near the bridge and Asad went further.

It was 7 already. Abyan was waiting in the mat all alone, she couldn’t find Asad anywhere. She was worried. She sat there, standing her pain. And all of a sudden, she saw her brother running towards her.

It's been hours, Abyan was cold, hungry and homesick… All alone at the mat... The wind blew and she thought of her brother. She kneeled down, weeping... standing her pain made her uncomfortable, so she let it all out. She fell asleep.........

"ABYAN! ABYAN WAKE UP!"

"Abyan!" gasped Asad, "There are a few pieces of 'Canjeero's' (a pancake-like bread).. there are a few mice nibbles and mould on it but it'll do for a couple of days."

"Thank God! Why would anyone throw an edible food?? I'd munch them all up!" screeched Abyan.

"Gobble them up, we have to go look for more of these tomorrow." yawned Asad. So each of them munched greedily and off they went to bed.

Next day, Asad woke his sister up…

"Abyan! I found a letter from the orphanage organization  ‘Sunshine’! They left us a note saying we got adopted by rich parents!!!!"

Abyan immediately jumped out of the mat and screamed as loud as she could. She was expressing her feelings, it felt good letting everything out.

All the hard work they did had been paid off. They were really good children, they never complained, never cursed, and they were always right on track.