The Diary of Akara
Diary 1
April 10, 1975
Dear Diary,
These last two days have been the worst days of my life. Being stripped away from my family, my home, and all of my freedoms have been the worst part. I'm so scared!! Over the last few days I've realized that the small things I take for granted in life such as music and radio sets, I wish I had the ability to access them now. Well, not much has happened yet, so I guess that's a good thing, but I suspect things will start to get bad soon. The guards are coming so I have to go now. It was good being able to release some of my thoughts. Talk to you later.
With Love,
A Scared Girl
Dear Diary,
These last two days have been the worst days of my life. Being stripped away from my family, my home, and all of my freedoms have been the worst part. I'm so scared!! Over the last few days I've realized that the small things I take for granted in life such as music and radio sets, I wish I had the ability to access them now. Well, not much has happened yet, so I guess that's a good thing, but I suspect things will start to get bad soon. The guards are coming so I have to go now. It was good being able to release some of my thoughts. Talk to you later.
With Love,
A Scared Girl
Diary 2
May 15, 1975
Dear Diary,
I haven't been able to talk to you in a while, things around here have just been absolutely crazy. I just want to go home and be with my family, In my month of being here I've witnessed thing that no 16 year old girl would ever dream of imagining. I've witnessed people getting shot simply for laughing, crying, wearing glasses, and for even knowing a different language. I just want to breakdown and cry, but I can't because I'm afraid I might get killed if I do. Lately, I've been really sick and I've gotten extremely skinny. We are only allowed to eat one meal a day, so many people are dying of starvation, right in front of me. The food we grow here on the farm we aren't allowed to eat, so I try to sneak as much as I can.
With Love,
A Hopefull Girl
Dear Diary,
I haven't been able to talk to you in a while, things around here have just been absolutely crazy. I just want to go home and be with my family, In my month of being here I've witnessed thing that no 16 year old girl would ever dream of imagining. I've witnessed people getting shot simply for laughing, crying, wearing glasses, and for even knowing a different language. I just want to breakdown and cry, but I can't because I'm afraid I might get killed if I do. Lately, I've been really sick and I've gotten extremely skinny. We are only allowed to eat one meal a day, so many people are dying of starvation, right in front of me. The food we grow here on the farm we aren't allowed to eat, so I try to sneak as much as I can.
With Love,
A Hopefull Girl
Diary 3
Dear Diary,
My time is almost up! We've got 3 months left on the camp, before we are killed. On the bright side, I'm almost 20! I lost my entire teenage years here at this camp, because of that evil man..... Pol Pot. This is not the life that I had envisioned for myself. Luckily, I wasn't tortured as much as the others here at the camp. Hearing their loud cries and screams at night continues brokes my heart. Some of the guards were really nice and wanted to help us as much as they could, but, some others wanted to kill us, beat us, and tourture us. Male prisoners were whipped raw, their fingernails were yanked out, they were hogtied to wooden bars. Prison guards mutilated women's genitals, ripped off their nipples with pliers. And worst of all, babies were ripped from their mothers' arms and slaughtered. But why? What have we ever done to them? Why did this have to happen to us?
With Love,
A Girl Left to DIE
My time is almost up! We've got 3 months left on the camp, before we are killed. On the bright side, I'm almost 20! I lost my entire teenage years here at this camp, because of that evil man..... Pol Pot. This is not the life that I had envisioned for myself. Luckily, I wasn't tortured as much as the others here at the camp. Hearing their loud cries and screams at night continues brokes my heart. Some of the guards were really nice and wanted to help us as much as they could, but, some others wanted to kill us, beat us, and tourture us. Male prisoners were whipped raw, their fingernails were yanked out, they were hogtied to wooden bars. Prison guards mutilated women's genitals, ripped off their nipples with pliers. And worst of all, babies were ripped from their mothers' arms and slaughtered. But why? What have we ever done to them? Why did this have to happen to us?
With Love,
A Girl Left to DIE