.........and we became orphans!! (standard:drama, 3964 words)
Author: Safaa	Added: Jul 26 2006	Views/Reads: 3440/2173	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The story is about 2twines about 10years old who have escaped from home as their parents suffered from a serious financial crisis.Soon,they found themselves in an orphanage and then adopted.Through these events,their life has changed and they have much mo

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have 5 Dirham let's buy something!!” we bough 1liter of milk and one 
piece of bread and we slept .To tell the truth, we didn't sleep that 
night. We realized how scary out side home it is! Soon, we couldn't 
resist and we slept. Someone is waking me up with a warm voice. I was 
half sleep “Mother! Just 2 minutes”. Soon, I realized that we are out 
side home and I opened widely my eyes calling my sister “Nada finek?!!” 
She said “I'm here! Don't worry” she was eating and I turned quickly to 
see who was waking me up and she was an old lady with a friendly face 
trying me feed me up. I refused and she calmed me down and asked me to 
eat as my sister is eating too! While eating, she was asking us “where 
are your parent?! You don't look as the arrant. Your clothes are clean 
and it seems to me that you lost your way am I wrong?” “Ah.....” “Our 
parents died in an accident and we are from Sale. someone have bring us 
yesterday morning” I stopped my sister before she started speaking as 
if we told this woman that our parents are alive and we live here, she 
will surly bring us home. “Ok then. Can you tell me where your grand 
mother or one of your relative lives?!!” “No madam we don't know. we 
are still young and we can't remember exactly!!” “Okay, you are going 
to stay with me for a while until I find out a way to know your 
identity” 

I whispered to my sister while following the lady “I told you that our
God will help us to find a shelter” “next time don't lie” “what!!!?” 
“You lied to the lady!!” “Yes if....” “Here we are!! This is your home 
until we find your parents kids” she said. She lives alone in a big 
home with her husband. “Nice house madam!” I said “son don't call me 
Madam, they call me in the neighbourhood El Haja; call me so” I knew 
that I'm going to like this woman and I knew that my life is about to 
change. She gave us a large room for me and my sister. There was a disk 
in the corner and another one is the other side. Two beds for me and my 
sister, and a large window that looks over the garden “at last there is 
no noise!! Hu! Nada?” “yeap!”. “kids go upstairs and have a shower and 
come for lunch after 2 hours. We are leaving home at 6 pm so relax and 
watch cartoons in your room, okay?!” “yes Khalti El Haja!” “WOW Nada we 
have a TV in our room” that's great” I doubted whether this lady has 
children or not, but anyway I knew that this room is ours. we did what 
she asked us. For the bath room, it was in my favourite colour “white” 
and with a modern bath. Everything was in marble which gives the place 
a natural light and spiritual tranquillity. Two hours later, we were at 
lunch, the table was full of fruits which some of them haven't see 
before. Nada was nervous and shy as we were at the table, me too! We 
weren't courage enough to eat as we are home. We felt strangers, but El 
Haja was so kind and tender that we felt home and we started eating 
politely. While chewing, I looked quickly and constantly to her and she 
has a lighted face and I associated that with her nickname “El Haja” 
which means the pilgrim. Once, my mother told me that persons who go to 
the holy place “Makka” they come back with a lighted face, full of  
believe in God and love to anyone on earth especially children. I think 
that this is why this woman wanted to bring us help because God orders 
Muslim people to help anyone who needs help and even if they don't ask 
for...Muslim people feels the need of the others without saying a word. 
Once we finish lunch, we went to our room “Amine! We can't trust anyone 
like that! Do you remember what our mother told us?” “Yes, yes, yes! 
Don't trust anyone starger, but wait Nada! Do you have an alternative?” 
“mumm....No!” “So shut up and thank ALLAH that we found this 
opportunity, others like us don't have” “hey! Don't be so happy because 
at 8 pm you are going to be home!” “what?!” “Don't you understand?! She 
is going to take us to the police at 6 pm to look for our parents and 
if they were informed of our escape from home, we will be soon at 
home?!” “Yes, you are right! And for the first time!!” “What!!?” “I am 
kidding with you!” “AHA!!! Don't”. We watch TV and we soon slept. At 5 
pm, El Haja knocked at the door and came in and gave us a gift! “These 
are for you both, wear them and let's go!” “Thank you so much Khalti El 
Haja” “Not at all! You have to think God” “yes, Khalti El HamdoliLAH”. 
We wore them and as we are twins, Nada is my mirror and I'm her “Nice 
dress Nada you look pretty with it” “thanks brother, you too”. We went 
happily, but as we got closer to the police office, we got nervous. I 
tightly handed my sister's hand and my sister was shaking by fear. Once 
we are in the police office, El Haja stared explaining to the policeman 
how she found us and what information she had about us, then our turn 
came. I was about to fall down even if I am not a murder and that they 
are there to help me, only the word of the “policeman” makes our dreams 
nightmares. He was so kind to us-obviously because we are kids- “ what 
is your name?” “My name is Amine and this is Nada my sister and we are 
twins” “Mum...and what about your last name Nada?” I prayed that she 
doesn't told him our real name “Our last name is.....Salawi” I was 
about to laugh, she was so intelligent and she miss leaded the 
policeman who said “mumm....apparently no one up to now came to declare 
disappearance of kids have this name except a couple who seems losing 
their kids and strangely are called Amine and Nada El Khabazi!! Anyway, 
we are going to keep them here until we s..........” No! No! No! I 
can't believe it I feel that I'm going to vomit by fear and sadness. My 
sister started crying and me also and we tightly catch the woman's 
clothes “ don't leave us Madam here! Please! We beg you! Please! 
Please! Please” “ the woman get closer to us and she said “ children! I 
can't do anything...they are the authority here and I have no power 
over them!” then, the policeman looked deeply as if he was thinking and 
declared “Madam! Do you have your identity card” she replied “yes, why 
for?” “I'm going to write down your address and you can take the kids 
until we get any news or we have a solution to their problem” finally, 
a relief! Oufff! We came back home and still screamming « we passed by 
a supermarket “let's buy candies!” El Haja said .I love chocolate and 
my sister too. We were asked to take what ever we want. It was our 
heaven. I took candies and chocolates and what even I found delicious 
and Nada carried cakes and chocolates too. We came home happy and we 
took our dinner and went to our room. The light was off and we didn't 
sleep, but we started talking. “ Good job Nada!” “What!!” “You gave a 
wrong name” “Ahh....do you think that I'm stupid? Do you forget that 
I'm your twin and so, if you were stupid, I'm stupid too!! See!” 
“Ha,Ha...funny!...seriously, tomorrow they are going to take us back to 
our parents and I don't want to go there. We are going to be punished” 
“me too brother”. We started thinking, but with no result and soon we 
gave up to sleep. Tomorrow morning after getting our breakfast, El Haja 
asked us to go and play outside. Nada went and soon I've heard her 
noise and it seems that she found new friends and that she was playing 
her favourite game “hide and seek” I stayed at home because I wanted to 
see my favourite cartoon “ the mask” later, someone was knocking. El 
Haja opened the door and he was a policeman. She called my sister and 
me and she asked us to dress up quickly and we did and our eyes dropped 
tears. We get in his car and we went away from Dar El Haja. 

He directly bring us to a big house bigger than El haja's house and full
of kid and there was a director the one who wrote down our names and 
women and men dressed us like teachers waiting for us they showed us 
our beds and there was not only our beds but also the other kids bed. 
The policeman went and we didn't know what was this place and what are 
we going to do here. We regret having run away from home. We ate the 
dinner together with the other kids and we slept together with them in 
the same room. The women and men we've saw were all the time looking 
after us and keeping an eye on us. In Saturday and Sunday most of the 
kids go to see their parents and the others were orphans. I realized it 
later when the director calls us and told us that the policeman had 
informed him that our parents had come looking for us and with the help 
of our pictures, they knew that we've lied to them. I don't know why he 
didn't take us to our home! The answer was so hard for us both “your 
mother was ill and she died and your father lost his reason and he is 
wandering in the street as he lost everything Job, kids and his wife” I 
kept asking “dying! What does it mean dying?!” “She is gone!? But we 
left her alive?! I am confused I don't know what is going on! We didn't 
expect that all of this happened. We are partly the cause of our 
mother's death. Maybe she died of sadness and maybe our father became 
fool because he was looking for us and .... We didn't stop crying for 
three days “we are the responsible!” “We shouldn't have leaved the 
house” “what are we going to do now?” Blame and regret this is what was 
going around in my brain. I couldn't sleep neither my sister. The 
following night, after 3 nights, someone whispered to me. “Peps! Peps!” 
I turned myself on my bed to see who was calling me. He was a brown boy 
about 11 years old and was meagre. On his face features of tiredness. 
“Yes! Are you calling me!?” I said. He replied “yes, I've piece of news 
to you and your sister” “what is it?!” “I've heard that next Sunday 
your sister is going to leave this orphanage alone to another one which 
is reserved for girls; as you see, here! No girl is allowed....this is 
the rule in here!” Great! In spite of decreasing my sadness, he 
aggravated it!! “Oh my God!” I turned to the other side of my bed to 
make sure that my sister is sleeping “Thanks God, she was” “I can't be 
separated from my sister. She is the only one I have now!!” what 
trouble have we made “thanks friend .I'll think about a solution” He 
said “you know Amine! You r lucky .....” he stopped for a while as if 
he regretted saying it. He took a deep breath and then he continued “I 
have no sister and no parent and if I were you, I wouldn't have escaped 
from home even if we were poor because if you believe in God you have 
nothing to be afraid of even poverty. If you have parents who love you 
and care about you, you have the whole world you know! For me, I 
haven't seen even my parents or even know them and I wish one day 
they'll come and asks me to go with them to our home, home! Home! It's 
the sweetest word in the world, Amine you had the occasion to say 
father! Mother, I haven't! Because, simply, I am a waif. They told me 
that someone have putted me in front of this orphanage in a box of 
cane!!....can you see how lucky you are!!” his eyes were full of tears 
and mine too because I sympathies with him and also because he was 
write in every word he said. He was wiser than me because life school 
has teaches him a lot about patience and love...then he continued “but 
my life is not as bad as you think!” he said and his face changed to a 
little bite excite and happiness and I knew that he is about to say, at 
last, something happier “you know Amine! Each Saturday, a nice woman; 
we call her mother; comes and take waifs from here to her house and she 
takes a good care of us and she is so nice and we have always consider 
her as our mother and she helped a lot of children here either to find 
their parents or to help financially the children's parents ..... 
mmummmm....I have an idea Amine why not asking her next Saturday to 
help you and your sister to stay together?!!” I wasn't so exited and I 
say “okay! I'll try to see” deep inside my heart I know that rules are 
rules and nothing could be done, but even if there is no problem in 
trying” 

Three days have passed. Sunday morning I was wearing my clothes to have
my breakfast and Mohammed was besides me wearing his clothes while my 
sister was taking her breakfast down stairs. The supervisors were 
hurrying us up as we were lat for breakfast. We went down running to 
see who is going to site down on his chair the first. Mohammed was so 
happy that day and me too...then the supervisors asked us to stand up 
all to say “Good morning to the visitor” “Oh my God! That woman! I 
can't believe it!” my sister and I said. Mohammed said to us “Do you 
know her!?” “How can't we! She is El Haja the woman who took care of us 
when we run away from home and she was so nice to us” once she saw us, 
she was surprise too and she asked us to go with the other children. I 
can't tell you how happy I was to see someone who I know in this 
orphanage. I went quickly and bring some clothes to spend the weak end 
with her and return and my sister and I were the first who have 
finished. She was standing there smiling to us for a while and 
expecting for the others another while. 

Once we are home, I explained for her everything and at once she called
the director of the orphanage asking him about the rules there and it 
was true, after that she arranged a meeting the following day to talk 
with him about our issue. I was so optimistic and I knew that the 
niceness of this woman won't let us down. Oh! I forget to tell you how 
surprised my sister was. She was about to kill me since I didn't told 
her about it before “how dare you! I am your sister. Why didn't you 
tell me?!!” and she started crying, but soon she stopped as the problem 
have been solved. The following day, El Haja took us to the orphanage 
to meet the director. He asked us whether we like living with El Haja 
or not. We replied “yes, of course we do!” and then asked us to go out 
for a while to speak with El Haja. We were waiting and each one of us 
was so quite and calm because we were thinking. Our destiny is about to 
change whether here orphan or adopted....we pray and pray all alone 3 
hours and then the news. She gave us a big huge and at late we were 
adopted. Now along, she is our new mother ....”Oh! My God Thanks a 
lot!” Nada and me didn't stop saying “El Hamdo Li LAH” “thanks God” you 
can't imagine how happy we were and from now along, Me and my sister 
won't be separated for ever. 

El Haja was a woman of beliefs and she believes a lot in God and she
took care of us as our mother. We were back to school again and in 
parallel we went each holiday or free time to “Dar El Qu'ran” where we 
learn about our religion and I knew that lying is forbidden in our 
religion and I regretted having lying to El Haja and to the police man 
that day and we learnt also that children shouldn't trouble their 
parents otherwise god will be angry and we won't enter heaven if we 
didn't ask God and our parents for forgiveness and I regretted having 
disobeying my parents and cause them trouble and we asked God for 
forgiveness and mercy for our dead mother and absolution for our poor 
father....Now, me and my sister pray and go to the university. I am 
planning to be a doctor and my sister is planning to be a teacher and 
we both aim to help people as our God helped us to find a shelter after 
what we have done to our parents....This story can happen to anyone and 
everywhere, but what I aimed for is that you get something from it that 
would change your mind from now on and would help other people....it is 
not real, but as I said it can happen to anyone...... Done by: Safaâ 


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