The story of Ibragim NuralievIn 1997, when my family returned to Chechnya from Volgograd, we found our house destroyed. We had to settle in prefabricated premises in a former student camp located in the outskirts of Chechen-Aul village. Ever since we have been wandering and seeking shelter in one house or another. On 5 October 1999 our father died. Our mother also died two months later. Now I live with my sisters and a nephew. One day in 2001 I went to a river with some friends. I noticed one of my friends holding a detonator. I took it from him and was going to throw it away, when one of my friends pulled the wires and the device exploded. My friends ran away. I lost my eye and half of my hand. On my way home I met people who gave me some first aid and took me to the hospital in Urus-Martan. Next day I was transported to Nazran hospital in Ingushetia, where I underwent surgery. I stayed for about a year. My eye often inflamed and my hand wound festered. Because of this tragedy, I lost many academic years and now I am still a pupil of the 5th grade, although I am already 15. I like studying, but I have not yet decided what profession I will choose. I am keen on drawing and I am very good at that.
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