Story By Ichrak Jamila Essaket
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Ichrak Jamila Essaket

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The Friday
Updated at Dec 4, 2021, 19:46
All started on Friday. A beautiful day or what I thought, I can not forget this shitty day. I was a little beautiful girl, 8 years old, I was walking to school as always, 7:50 am, a bit near the school a forest. A grown man stopped me, and kindly asked me a question: The Man: Hello Little girl, can you give me a pen please? In my head, I must run away ... But in reality I opened my school bag, searched for a pen ... Me: sure, here is sir. I start to walk … The Man: can you give me a sheet, I want to write a letter to my wife. I was naive to believe that is true, the time for me to open my school bag again he putted a knife on my neck... Me : Please sir, don't kill me… The Man : shit the fuck up, I don't want to hear your voice. He pushed me to the forest...
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