It was roasting hot but I had to keep moving, I had been climbing this mountain for the last five days with 11 men, 16 women and 19 kids. We were forced to leave our humble homes when a cruel group of soldiers attacked us. We had fled up the huge mountains in hope of finding somewhere we could rest and get water and food.
I looked down the mountain at the place that was once my home. Suddenly I saw some movement on the way up the mountain it looked like a group of horses on the way up the mountain. no one in our village owned horses.