We Are Not Weak! 


Samikshya Thapalia
New York
DOB: June, 1997 
 

The first light to dawn peeks through my curtains. Even a piece of light fills the room with joy and warmth. I get out of bed, walk to my curtains. I open them expecting to see Nepal the same way it was yesterday, beautiful and majestic with the snow-filled mountains, and the children laughing and playing. With the curtains wide open, I saw everything any Nepali would not want to see.

    Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw Indians running down our streets, killing our children, destroying our houses and killing our families. My thoughts controlled my body and I could not move. I tried but my attempts failed. I heard a scream and managed to run out the door. Once down stairs I watched as a cold knife went though my mother’s chest leaving her unconscious and seconds to death.

    The man held the knife, close to his chest. Blood dripped down the knife but at the same time anger raged in the man’s eyes. I decided to run not wanting to end up in the same position as my mother. Half way across the hall, I tripped on a vase shattering it into pieces. The man ran into the hall surprised to find me running.  He ran after me although I had a head start. I did not think it was any safer outside, but I could not risk my life so I went for it. I ran out the door and with no surprise, I saw tons of Nepali running for their life. I ran the way I thought was the safest path. With the man still behind me, I ran as fast as I could. With in two three minutes he was off my tail, although I kept running not knowing who else can be after me.

    Out of breath, I stopped at a brown house with black shutters. I was about to knock on the door but half way though the process, everything went blank. About an hour later, I woke up finding myself inside the house. I got up frightened. “Had the Indians caught me?” I asked myself. “What if they were going to kill me?” I was scared half to death. I scanned the room and found a woman in a red sari praying to a Shiva statue. Once she was done, she turned around noticed me for the first time. She came over and asked me how I felt. I tried not to cry, but I could not help it. I decided to tell her everything. I told her how my mother was killed, and my dad had died years before.

    I could tell she felt bad with her tears. She decided to take me in as her child, knowing she didn’t have any. After that day, I was again able to wake up to the first light of dawn. Although I woke up with fear, I was happy. I might not have my real parents like many other kids in the world, but im glad to be alive and not end up like my parents. I hope that wherever my parents are, they are happy and are looking after me.  

Nepal is being encroached by India and we need everyone’s help.  Just because the Nepali army and the government is not as strong as India, doesn’t mean us Nepali people are weak. If we all work together, we can make a difference and save Nepal. Every voice is affective and can make a difference so speak u today and help us kick the Indians out of our land!