Everything was normal at home, until the Taliban came. Then the university closed, and people were crying in the streets. The news said airplanes were coming to pick up those that worked with the U.S., who were in danger. Everyone was running to the airport because they wanted to get out of Afghanistan. The airport was full of people, close to 15,000, and many were women and children. Some people stayed there for five to six days, with no food or water. The military arrived and my supervisor told us that because we were helping a television station, they wanted to take us with them to America. We went to the airport but split up when the Taliban began shooting in the air to scare us. I did not run away because I was not afraid. Thirty minutes later, a giant aircraft landed on the runway. More than 500 of us waited in line to step onto the plane with an eagle head on its tail, which read, 'Dover, 10186.'
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