The Gardizis

Everyday they would wake up to the 24 faces of their best friends, sibliings, and cousins. The fresh air of Gardiz. The beautiful colorful birds that flew above their roofless living rooms, the sound of the rushing river by their large columned walls of their stone mansion.  If their was a perfect country it would be Afghanistan. Where you would pay no taxes, no interest, were everyone was guided by the morals of religion.

            IN the mansion lived Abbey Gardizi, her husband, her 12 children. Her two sisters and their husbands, along with 12 more kids. A total of 28 people living in a home. Nobody in the home thought of eachother as cousins, or aunts or uncles. To them they were just 24 siblings with 3 mothers, and 3 fathers. The Gardizis had 3 backyards, one for the animals. One for their fruits and vegetables, and one for the children with a large stone swimming pool.  Each of the backyards were divided by tall stone walls, with acres of extra land around them. Cars would drive by every 2 hours. They were surrounded by fruit trees, mountains, hills, and pure beauty.

            The beautiful contry was ran by afghanistans best president of all time. A man that truly cared for his country. Provided peace, and where every person in that country could say that they loved him. The day he got murdered by Communist Russia, was the worst day of every afghans life. They knew that they were no longer in good hands, and the death of their president would be the death of their country along with the death of their families if not themselves.

            Hawa Gardizi looked outside of her 4 story high window witnessing missles launched from air planes killing 15 people right infront of her eyes. She ran downstairs to see her father standing outside. “baba what are you doing, are you crazy we have to pack up and leave. Your going to get killed outhere!” just then a bullet pierces right through her fathers torso.