My old life - Chapter 1
January 7, 2002: Okay diary, I’ve finally applied to become a nurse at Hopital Moniver, I’m waiting for an answer but it may take a very long time, do I have time to wait? Well, I have no choice .... Anyway, I’ll write one of these days...
January 10, 2002: Guess what diary, I still haven’t heard anything about my application! Mom says it’s no big deal, but it’s been 3 days! 3 DAYS! Don’t stress Zayaan, everything will be fine, BELIEVE IT!
January 12, 2002 : Okay my buddy Rayan is too good to forget the problems !!!! He’s the best, this guy, and he delivers the best pizzas... Note to self: Don’t forget to order on Monday.
January 15, 2002 : Mom thinks I’ve been feeling down lately... Maybe she’s right... I don’t know, I mean...With Layla it’s super complicated....We fight way too much these days. But is it really my fault that things haven’t been the same since we got married? I mean, people change...
January 24, 2002 : A weird guy accosted me in the street, he was fat, bearded, white and smelled of beer. Ps: that’s what you’ll tell the police if you see him again, man...
January 25, 2002 : Small drawing workshop. Check out this beauty!
February 9, 2002: It’s been a long time since I’ve written my diary, but believe me, it’s because I’ve got good news! Layla and I have gone to a great all-you-can-eat restaurant: Wickre Meat, if you ever want to eat again...
February 12, 2002 : Ok Mikaël, suggested going to the cinema tomorrow, but tomorrow I have an appointment with the boss of the hospital where I applied, sorry my little Mika but it will be later!
February 13, 2002 : YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES !!!!!!!!!!!!! I’VE BEEN ACCEPTED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
February 20, 2002 : My mother thinks I’m much happier, and frankly I’m the happiest! And my buddy Rayan brought pizzas, YOUHOU !!!!!!!!!!!
February 26, 2002 : My wife called me to pick her up from her mother’s, and I’m on my way... What I wouldn’t do for my darling wife... I love you if you read this! PS: If you’re reading this, stop reading it’s private!
How many days? : I can’t believe I’m still alive.
Maybe March 2002 ? : Farad advised me to write down what happened to me here, maybe someone will find it? I was kidnapped by a man, maybe muscular....I don’t know I didn’t see his face.... They knocked me out and I woke up in a farmhouse....enchained....I’m surrounded by 20 people also in chains...Farad explained everything to me, he’s been there for quite a while too, according to him for at least 6 months... We’re forced to work for people I’ve never seen, but I can hear their voices...I think there are 5 women and 7 men...Farad told me there are at least 100 of us, divided into groups of 20, and apparently I’m number 100.
Day 15 : People in group B shouted during the night, they banged against the walls, I just heard a man tell them to shut up and they did...I’m in group E.
Day 16 : Guess what diary, I’ve got a new first name “956”, nonsense I’m Zayaan....They can dream if they think I’m going to name myself that....
Day 17 : Someone tried to escape during the night, I never saw him again, maybe he succeeded, he was part of group C, those who work outside, they have many more possibilities of escape. I work in a barn, in single file, looking after the hay... It’s no fun...
Day : AAAAAAAAAAAAH, I’VE HAD ENOUGH, GET ME OUT! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 21 : I’m so hungry! I tried to eat hay but the “master” saw me and punished me with scalding water on my hands, the pain has since gone... I miss my mother’s arms every day...
Day 22 : Tomorrow we’re transferred, we’ll be working outside, Farad has an escape plan, great, we’re finally going to get away...
End of this Chapter
