It’s been a long time! I can only offer my sincerest apologies to you all for not continuing with my previous series. A lot has happened in my personal life which for a very long time had taken me away from this site. And from writing what I enjoy. However this period of absence has given me more ideas on what I want to do next. Hopefully you all can forgive me and I hope you enjoy this new style of content.
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In the Middle East there was growing tension. A lot of the countries within were fighting for power and control. Politics, oil and money was at the heart of this growing tension. And as a result those residing in the Middle East often found themselves caught in the middle of this power struggle. Families were forced to flee their homes and start new lives elsewhere. Those who could not afford to do so or were not able to flee were left behind to suffer until their inevitable end.
Sara was one of the lucky ones. A 40 year old woman who had been single her entire life. She lived with her family, her mother and father who were still around and her siblings in Yemen. Sara’s reason for staying single was because she was completely dedicated to her profession. She was a doctor who specialised in helping young children in the local hospital. Her job meant that she would spend most of her days completing twelve hour shifts at the local hospital. And on the days that she wasn’t working, she would contribute to the household. Sara was fortunate in that she came from a relatively well off family. Unlike many families residing within Yemen, Sara’s was what you could consider as being middle-class. They all had jobs and were highly educated. There was also no pressure from Sara’s parents for her to get married. Despite Sara’s lack of interest in the idea of marriage, this didn’t prevent her from being idolised by other men. Sara’s lifestyle meant that she was in shape and her natural beauty is what caused her to be attractive in the eyes of others. She had long black hair which flowed down to her lower back. She was naturally fair skinned and at 5 foot 6 was of average height for a woman. Her brown eyes and rose coloured lips is what most men would see and often be attracted by. In terms of Sara’s body she had a hourglass figure which was complimented by her medium shaped breasts and round peachy exterior. Those who were not within her family never saw Sara’s body and because of the nature of her upbringing she would dress modestly where ever she’d go. Sara would wear a headscarf whenever she left home and this would accompanied by a niqab whilst out.
The growing tension within the Middle East made Sara’s family make the biggest decision they’ve ever had to make which was to flee and leave their country. This was not going to be easy as they had no idea where they’d move to and starting a life abroad as a refugee was not going to be a smooth ride. Their options were also limited because of the number of countries which had publically stated would refuse entry into their country for those people travelling across from the Middle erzurum escort East. Despite this Sara and her family knew at all costs they had to get out before it was too late.
Sara asked her friend Fatima to come round for some advice in relation to the matter. Fatima’s family were in the same boat as Sara’s.
“What do we do Fats? I don’t want to stick around here any longer than I should but I don’t know where to go.”
Fatima, a long time friend of Sara’s was helping her gather all of her belongings.
“You could try the UK. I know like the US they are going to be funny about letting anyone in but it’s always worth a shot. Heck, you could even marry someone from over there and try and get in that way.”
Sara started laughing. More so in frustration then in actual humour.
“Are you kidding me? Why would I want to marry someone over there. I’ve never married here and I don’t see why I need to force myself to get married just to get in. I’d rather try another route.”
“Sara, hun. Listen to me. There is no other way. You’re going to be stuck here unless you do something drastic. Your family might not get in either. You’ve got to be selfish and try and look out for yourself. You’ve got the rest of your life to think about. Once you’re in perhaps you could get them in too. Leaving all together will not be easy and potentially dangerous.”
“I guess you’re right. But how do I even go about doing this? I don’t know anyone there.”
“You’re a attractive girl Sara. I’m sure if you dressed more western and took your headscarf off, a lot of guys there would want to be with you.”
“Yes but how do I even go about getting there? I mean there’s a boat we could take from the port. But we’d have to sneak on.”
“I won’t be going with you.” Fatima said calmly.
“WHAT?!”
Fatima explained to Sara that she wasn’t planning on going to the UK with her. This was because she had plans to travel to somewhere else in Europe. After half an hour of persuading Fatima had convinced Sara that this was the best decision for her to go with. And that she had to try on her own. They agreed that Sara would go to the port in the morning and would try and sneak onto one of the ships that was traveling to Djibouti. It was quite common for a lot of the locals to travel to Djibouti this way. From Djibouti they’d arrange for flights elsewhere. It was far safer to sail out of the country rather than fly.
“Well what do I even take? If I’m going to Djibouti on one of the boats then I can’t carry much with me.”
“Only take the essentials Sara. Don’t worry about the rest. Make sure you have some money with you. Enough for flights and also clothes and accommodation.”
They went through Sara’s clothes and decided that the best course of action to take would be to take clothes which were considered Western. The thinking was if Sara managed to get to the UK then she’d be able to fit in quickly and without bringing too much unwanted attention onto herself.
“Take a few bodrum escort pairs of underwear and a few bras with you. Maybe a few t shirts and some jeans. Oh and don’t forget a few headscarves and one of your niqabs.”
“Is that all Fatima? Doesn’t seem like much to me.”
“Listen Sara right now you haven’t got much choice. This all fits nicely in one small travel case. That’s enough for you.”
They made the decision that they’d travel to the port in the morning before dawn and that Sara would try and get herself onto one of the many boats to Djibouti. The two then sat around for the next few hours and discussed what Sara should do when she arrives to Djibouti and what her next steps would be from there.
The next morning at about 5am both Fatima and Sara made their way to the port. Fatima had asked one of her brothers to drive them there. It was quiet and there wasn’t too many people around. With that being said, there wasn’t many boats either. Upon arrival they noticed a few sailors who were seemingly waiting around for the next set of boats to come along. And they were accompanied by a few of the locals who were seemingly waiting to leave themselves. Sara couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people at the port at this time were men. There were hardly any women around. Sara was wearing her traditional black headscarf followed by a black niqab which covered the rest of her body from her shoulders down. Underneath she had a loosely fitted jumper on with navy blue jeans. As they approached the port, Fatima’s brother indicated that Sara make her way quietly to one of the sailors and request that she accompany him onto one of the boats. The main thing was to make sure that the boat was travelling to Djibouti. Sara didn’t waste anytime and the moment the car had stopped she quickly made her way to approach one of the sailors.
“Excuse me. Are you travelling to Djibouti and will a boat be departing soon?”.
“Yes madam. But I’m afraid you can’t come. Only recognised staff be willing be travelling.”
“What?! But I’ve seen so many people travel to and from the port who aren’t staff. Just let me come with you and pretend I’m your wife or something.”
The sailor then looked at Sara from head to toe. After which he turned his attention to the travel case she had with her. He then turned his attention back to her and again looked at her from head to toe.
“You? My wife? Madam I don’t know what planet you think you’re on but everyone here knows my wife. And they’ve met her and know what she looks like.”
Sara noticed as the sailor was speaking that one of the local boats was arriving into the port. This lead to a flurry of activity. All of the sailors nearby were making their way to the bridge at the bottom.
“Look please help me. If I don’t get onto one of these boats then I won’t be able to leave the country. I’m a doctor in the local hospital and I can’t survive out here anymore. I’ve had to leave separately from my family because of how dangerous the current climate eskişehir escort is. If you don’t help me then I’ll have no where else to go.”
The sailor turned his head to look at the boat which was coming into the port. He then pondered for a few minutes whilst looking around to see where the other sailors were in and around the port. He was fairly taller than Sara. And stood at around 6 feet tall. He, like Sara was also fair skinned and was quite bulky in terms of his stature. His facial expression didn’t change as he examined his surroundings whilst Sara stood in front of him.
“I have a proposal for you Madam. Should you come with me onto this boat then I want something in return. As this is a risk for both of us.”
“I have money I will give whatever I have.”
The sailor turned to Sara’s travel case and started to ponder. He then after a few moments returned to look at Sara who was at this point extremely anxious and tense.
“Whatever is in that bag, is mine. The moment we get onto the boat, that’s if they will let you on board. I will then take that bag off of you and keep it with me.”
“WHAT?! Are you serious? It’s just my clothes and personal documents. There’s nothing in there.” Sara explained.
“That is the deal, you either take it or leave it.”
Sara stood there and tried to argue with this man about the deal he had proposed to her. She couldn’t understand why he was interested in taking her travel case containing all of her belongings. It wasn’t unusual for people to steal travel cases and bags from others in and around the port. However, Sara knew she didn’t have anything of any value other than her personal documents within the case.
“Look if you take my travel case I will have no clothes to change into and no personal belongings. And yes, my important documents are in there also.”
“I don’t care. It’s either that or you stay here. The choice is yours. I don’t have much time.”
Sara stood there to think carefully about what was on the table. Does she take this sailors offer and surrender all of her personal belongings in an attempt to get onto one of the boats. Or does she accept defeat and try and think of another way to get on. Reluctantly she quickly realised that she had no choice but to accept his demands and agree to hand over the travel case.
“Fine. It’s a deal. I’ll hand you the travel case once we board the boat.”
The sailor for the first time during their encounter sailed and introduced himself as Musaab. He explained that he would have to try and convince the others to make room and allow Sara onto the boats. However, there was still going to be a problem. Sara was going to be the only woman that would board the boat and this accompanied with the fact that there was no prior notice of a additional passenger coming on board would make it very difficult for Musaab to convince his colleagues to let her on. However, he seemed confident in his abilities to persuade them otherways. And Sara had no choice but to trust in his abilities as this was her only way out. The pair began to make their way down to the bridge where all the other sailors were congregating with Musaab leading the way and Sara directly behind him.
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