Every day they bomb us. They try and destroy us. We want to escape but there is nowhere to go.

The bombs fall and no one helps us. We are being ground into nothing. Hundreds of us, devastated and scattered.

One day, we find a map. It promises a way out. Survival and help is waiting for us. It could be a trap. It probably is a trap. It is a small scrap of hope in a time where we have no alternative.

So we wait for night. The bombs and the sirens pause and we creep out, a group of us. Each of us has memorized the map and rehearsed our movements. We make our way to the edge of town and we look for momk the crossroads.

At the crossroads, we find a path into the woods. Trucks on patrol are coming from every direction, but we disappear into the trees before they see us. Among the trees we find the one with nails beaten into the trunk.

We move to the back of the tree and find a rope. We pull the rope and a trapdoor opens from beneath the ground. There is a staircase, which we descend. It leads to a tunnel lit by bare bulbs.

This does not feel like salvation. It feels like we are delivering ourselves into slaughter. But the map, these preparations, these stages feel so deliberate, and we are so easy to kill. This is why we have dared to follow it.

Perhaps we are suicidal. We have consented to this mission because we are tired of waiting for death to take us. We would rather walk into its open arms then see it around every corner. The tension is killing us, as much as the explosions are.

At the end of the tunnel there is a ladder. We descend the ladder and come to an underground river. There are people waiting for us. They smile and wave; there is a submarine docked there.

We board the boat, and we are greeted by compatriots we thought had died. They hug us and cheer. They say that help is on the way, and that they had to bring us out like this. We will survive.

The submarine descends into the dark water, and we settle into our bunks. In the next few months, we will become the crew of this vessel, and replace our rescuers. They will return to our new homeland, and we will become the rescuers.

One day we will be powerful. We will have the people, the training and the armament. We shall return to our country and deliver justice. Our homeland will be ours once more.

Today they are in control but they will not be forever. We are righteous and we are many.

We do not seek to multiply wars for ourselves. We will not oppress and persecute those from whom we take our country. Instead, we will deal with them fairly. We will offer them free passage out of our lands. For those who choose to stay, they will live in peace as long as they abide by our laws. Any disputes will be dealt with fairly. In this way we shall have peace and security in our lands forevermore.