Personal Narrative: F-C-S Hope

I must have these four good words: F-C-S-Hope to endure it all. God walked me in passing and rising period. A place we all hoped to reach was too far. I must hold faith, bravery, potency, and hope. All was too long to reach. Animals were moving actively on their responsibilities. Out of the line, one must fill the forest with blood. We scared of the wild animals and attacks. Hungry was growing more than the body could need. We need urines to drink, but anyone had none. I was too thirsty as I needed some, but I found none. Everyone thought of mud to thirst off, but there was no wait at all.
We continued to walk countless miles on the narrow paths, rocky dirt paths. Mainly in extreme conditions, sometimes in a storm, in the night, it probably would have taken us at least some months to advance to a camp in Ethiopia. …show more content…
It complicated the whole journey and situations. We forked out of the courses and the way out to the coterie. We spread out in the shrubs. Not even a narrow path and no even space to create a path. It was all pasture and trees. It was bushy and grassy woodland. Dangerous forests with the untamed animals in lurks. We were buried with worries of attacks and killing. We walked keenly and fearfully.
“More bad luck, we are under attack’, said Aher, a group leader. The militia marched toward our direction 50 miles that night. The boys and men were on the battle. The armed and unarmed soldiers could face one another. We escaped the battle. In spite of God’s protection, we escaped the death in the dangerous forests. However, that was not good news for many who died there. It’s never easy to venture into the unknown places and did what we could save our lives when danger