We Were Royal Refugees
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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she was five years old and stood paralysed, watching the scene unfold before her, as if it was a dream she could not wake up from. She could hear her mother's faint and distant voice calling out to her. But her eyes remained fixed on the nightmarish event before her terrified men, women and Children were fleeing from their homes, taking with them anything they could carry. Houses and huts were on fire, and thieves and hooligans with machetes and sticks ran into homes, looting and pillaging. As women were dragged into the bush screaming, their abandoned babies weeping, the little village in the northern province of Rwanda had been turned upside down. Mouzon is a district. Her home was crowned as Rwanda's most mountainous region and the gateway to Volcanoes National Park, the renowned haven of the mountain gorillas. It was a beautiful land close to the twin lakes of Lake Barrera and lay crew Honda Oh, and a sea of banana plantations. But today **** had descended upon it. Amidst the chaos toss, Ian's attention was consumed by the one seen before her. Her little house, which more resembled a hut, was engulfed in flames. The thatched roof was being swallowed by the giant flame, the thin wooden beams that held it having given way as Tasci in watched, it finally caved in, and the fire poured through the modest home, devouring whatever was left inside with a belch of smoke. The only place she had ever lived was turning into ash with dark smoke ascending into the heavens. Although the entire majority Tutsi village was being raised to the ground from her vantage point, her whole world as she knew it was evaporating before her eyes atassi. Now the bellow of her father snapped her to attention, and with a last glance at the ashen pile, she ran into her father's arms, her eyes finally giving way to a rush of tears. The catalyst, strong hands of her father, wiped her tears and picked her up, and he reassured her that all would be well, leaving the screaming and helpless please. Behind the Muqam, a *** family of nine faced the rough forests of the Mohsen's a wilderness and began their exodus into uncertainty.