My story

The year was 2001 when I  became a refugee and a witness of war..

My name is Bana Hamza I have sapphire eyes,gliming  chocolate hair that looks like the icing off a chocolate cake. I often wear long cruddy, rugged shirts. We don't have much we live on weat and stale bread. My mum works for a lady called Sara Victor , she cleans her house , it's not a very good job She only makes $5 am hour she works for seven hours straight. I was born in 1997 in Syria , when I was born Syria was a nice place at least I thought so. The date was the 19th of February 2001. I was at school playing a game when a bomb hit two blocks away From our school, there were two other schools in the area that got hit bad no Survivors. We  all went down to the basement it was dreadful 200 kids stuck in a basement. We heard footsteps upstairs and gunshots all around us. All of a sudden the basement doors swung open. There was a man standing there  wearing a dusky bandanna over his mouth.  He grabbed  a bunch of kids and put them in a white dusty van. It was a ghastly, I should know I was one of them. I was scared, Cold and alone. I miss my mum so bad. When I was sitting in the back of that white van I was thinking about my dad, he had a very lengthy body that's like a long train that's all I can remember about him every since the accident. The van stopped to a hult , everything when quiet, then the doors of the white van  swung open  he grabbed us and put us on a boat. A man wrapped a black charcoal blanket over me. Then all of a sudden it became real, I realised what just happened I became a refugee...

(24 hours later). I'm so glad, but scared for what lies ahead. We had finally reached the border of NZ. They accepted us, I'm very glad that we reached the gifted, glorious , green grassy country. I look in the distance it's my mother. I run over to her with my arms wide open, I can't believe it I'm safe at last . Two years later. My mother and I lived I good life in NZ, our life is finally good

By: Ellie