Today, some people came into my house; my mom wasn’t there. I was all by myself. They took all of our food. When my mom got back, I told her what happened. She said we didn’t have anything to eat that night. I didn't know what to think. I was scared.
For as long as I can remember, it has been my mom and I. My mother is one of the revolutionaries fighting for equality. I think its fine that she is fighting for equality, but she is everything I have. I could not live out with her. If something happens to her I have no one else. Sometimes I wish we could go back to our regular lives. I miss going to school. I miss eating every time I am hungry. I miss living fearless.
Every day in the last couple of months, since the Revolution started, I have been scared at all times. I think we all should fight to get what we want, but that can be frightening at times. I just dream of the day when all this ends forever, that day when we will all live safe, when we will all eat and when we will all be fearless. But until that day comes, we need to remain calmed and support the Revolution.