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My Family and I were all lined up, facing the living areas wall, We were held at gunpoint by Gaddaffi's men. I could hear screams from every direction, then gunshots, and more screams. I turned round too see what was happening, when a man in military uniform hit me across the temporal, and knocked me unconscious. I woke up minutes later, and still my family where at gunpoint. I heard more screams and more gunshots. I was terrified, death was staring at me straight in the face. Then all of a sudden, A huge burst of gunfire came from nowhere, breaking the windows in our home, but killing all 3 of the soldiers, I rose from the floor, too see a NATO tank and soliders approaching our home. We were saved i thought to myself. Me and my family were rescued, and were re-located to a refugee camp in Morocco, from which we escaped from. And ended up here, in Montpellier, France. In a new country, it was time for a new start, no more war. It was time to do something with my life, leave a legacy. Somewhere, somehow...
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