Me and my brother did what ever we could we took cloth an wrapped it around the bullet wound we propped him up we gave him water. "Now running away will be a lot slower."
"You've got to hold up dad please."
"I'll try. "
"Good now lets get out of here."
we trudged along for hours it felt useless after about three hours we ran out of supplies after another hour of no supplies we almost expired but by then we got to Ash shabakah there we got supplies and rested for a while after resting we went to the town doctor and he got the bullet out then wrapped his leg in bandages then we set off again.
"Where do we go now?"
"We have to get to Duhok."
"Isn't that on the other side of the country."
"Yes but who said we weren't going to make stops."
"Ok lets go."
After that travel moved a little more quick than before my dads leg started to heal when we got to the entrance of Najaf we saw many evils, blood thirsty evils it was impossible to make it through we had to go around. We went the alternate route going through Al diwaniyah,An nu'maniyah,and Al aziziyah going up to Baghdad.
"Dad if all the places we went to had evils wouldn't every where else have evils."
"You're probably right bu I assure you and your brother will get through in one pice ok."
"Understood we'll get through ok in a world of many evils."
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