A Fight A fight Once upon a time Yousuf and I were going to school, like some usual day weather was normal everybody were engaged in their routine so do we. I was feeling little lazy therefore we deci

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A Fight A fight Once upon a time Yousuf and I were going to school, like some usual day weather was normal everybody were engaged in their routine so do we. I was feeling little lazy therefore we decided to walk. When we reached the half location, there were some big guys aged between 15 to 18, we were smaller than them (I was 8 and Yousuf was 10), suddenly they interrupted in our conversations and they snatched Yousuf’s bag and pass it to another friend who took it and ran away. At that time I got angry on them and tried to fight back, result were worse, they wounded me almost every parts of my body get injured, bleeding especially from head. They never stopped until I took a stone and throw it to them, one member of the gang get injured bleeding from head, crying, asking for help. I got scared without wasting a single moment I took my school bag and ran with super speed. I entered home from back door and hide myself under the bed in my room after couple of minutes I took deep breath and came out, spending 20 minutes with my mind to answer all the intuition which were occurring into my mind then I took a shower (which was a mistake). My wounds were hurting too much after shower so I ran to mother and tell her the whole story. She got scared than I was, she called a friend (who was a nurse), I didn’t remember what she was talking about I just remember that she warned her to never share this information with anyone just come home and give first aid to my son. Yousuf came home he got few injuries, the gang leave him with school bag and apologized him for their actions and request him to never share this information with anyone as we all promise you we will never cause any trouble to you and your friend. That was the worst day of my life, I didn’t attend school for couple of days, 3 to 4 days never show my face to dad until wounds get clear but he was a father he caught me at first meeting I apologized him and made promise that I will never do such a thing again. When I turned to 20 my mother told me that she informed my father about the fighting and injuries all the details at first day, your father wanted you to trust him therefore he never said a word until you confessed him.

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A Fight

A fight
One day Yousuf and I were going to school, as usual. The weather was normal, and everyone was engaged in their routine. So were we. I was not feeling too lazy, so we decided to walk.
When we got halfway, some big guys 15 to 18 years old (I was 8 and Yousuf was 10) suddenly interrupted our conversations, snatched Yousuf’s bag, and passed it to another friend who took it and ran away.
At that time I got angry with them and tried to fight back, but the result was worse; they wounded me almost every parts of my body was injured and bleeding, especially from my head.
They didn't stop until I took a stone and threw it at them, and one member of the gang was injured and bleeding from his head, crying, asking for help. I got scared; without wasting a single moment I took my school bag and ran with super speed (or, as fast as I could).
I entered my home from the back door and hide myself under the bed in my room. After a couple of minutes I took a deep breath and came out, spending 20 minutes thinking of answers to all the intuitions (thoughts, concerns, worries, questions, ...?) which were coming up in my mind. Then I took a shower (which was a mistake).
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My wounds were hurting too much after the shower, so I ran to my mother and told her the whole story.
She got even more scared than I was, and she called a friend (who was a nurse). I don’t remember what she was talking about; I just remember that she warned her to never share this information with anyone, just come home and give first aid to her son.
Yousuf came home. He had gotten few injuries; the gang left him with his school bag and apologized to him for their actions and asked him to never tell anyone, as they all promised him they would never again cause any trouble to him and his friend.
That was the worst day of my life. I didn’t attend school for a couple of days, and for 3 or 4 days I never showed my face to my dad, until wounds cleared up, but he was a father, so he caught me at our first meeting. I apologized to him and promised that I would never do such a thing again. When I turned to 20 my mother told me that she had informed my father of all the details about the fighting and injuries that first day. She told me, "Your father wanted you to trust him; that's why he never said a word until you confessed to him."

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