Experience Nightmare / Nightmare Experience of My Life (Story Writing / Completing Story)

Nightmare experience of life

I live with my uncle and aunt on a tiny island called Kukuri Kukuri char. As usual I went to bed at 10.30 pm after taking my suffer and fell into deep sleep. At about 12 pm. A cyclone occurred. It was attended with tidal bore. It washed away my world. But I did not know a little of it. It was the middle of the tidal bore. It washed away my world. But I did not know a little of it. It was the middle of the night when my uncle woke me up and told me to climb a tree. I thought he was playing a joke with me though he is not a person who plays jokes. When uncle woke me it was very dark. I could hear the wind blowing hard and roaring in the branches of the tree. He hurried me outside and I couldn’t even see the stars, so the sky must have been covered with clouds. It seemed an odd time to climb trees and I started to ask questions, but Uncle told me not to argue and to get climbing

I knew the best way up with my eyes shut. I felt for the low branch above my head, pulled myself up until I could hook my legs over it and hoisted myself up and on to it.  When the cyclone was over. I came down from the free. But what I saw was very miserable. I saw the dead bodies of many people. There were no sign of houses and trees anywhere. What was a nightmare experience of my life?

Nightmare Experience of My Life

I live on a small island called Kukuri Kukuri Char, with my uncle and aunt. Life there is peaceful, quiet, and simple. It’s a place where everyone knows each other, and nature is both beautiful and unforgiving. One evening, like any other, I went to bed at around 10:30 PM after a long day, feeling exhausted. I had just finished my chores, taken my supper, and was ready for a good night’s sleep. Little did I know that the night would bring a nightmare that would haunt me forever.

At around midnight, a terrible cyclone hit the island. The winds howled like a thousand beasts, and the sky turned a menacing shade of black. The cyclone was not just any storm; it was accompanied by a tidal bore—a massive wave that surged through the island like a wild, uncontrollable force. The first wave came crashing down, swallowing everything in its path, but I had no idea what was happening at the time. I was fast asleep, unaware of the danger that was quickly approaching.

It wasn’t until the middle of the night that I was suddenly woken up by my uncle. His face, usually calm and composed, was filled with urgency. "Get up! Hurry! Climb the tree!" he shouted, shaking me awake. For a moment, I thought he was playing a joke on me. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing my uncle would do, though; he was a serious man who rarely joked. But something in his voice told me this was no time for jokes.

The darkness was overwhelming. The only sound I could hear was the wind, ferociously whipping through the trees, and the roar of the cyclone getting closer and closer. I was still in a daze, trying to make sense of the situation, but I could feel the fear in my uncle's grip as he hurried me outside. The sky above was completely hidden by thick clouds; not a single star could be seen. It felt like the world was closing in around us.

"Climb the tree, now!" my uncle commanded again, and I didn’t argue. Something told me that this was not a request but a command for survival. My heart was pounding in my chest as I followed him outside. We were barely able to see anything through the dark night, but I knew the way to the tree well. My uncle was already ahead of me, quickly scrambling up the trunk of the tree. I followed, feeling my way up the rough bark with my hands, pulling myself up to the lower branches.

My body moved almost instinctively as I climbed, my feet finding footholds in the dark. I hoisted myself up onto the lowest thick branch, feeling the tree sway in the strong winds. As I looked down, I could see the waves rising higher and higher, surging violently towards us. The air was thick with salt and the sharp smell of the sea. The wind seemed to be alive, tearing at everything in its path, and it was hard to believe that the island, which had once been peaceful and serene, could turn into such a monstrous place.

Up in the tree, I clung to the branches as the cyclone raged on. The sound of the wind was deafening, and the force of it made the tree tremble. I couldn’t see the island or the village from where I was—everything was covered in a thick blanket of rain and spray. My uncle sat beside me in silence, his face set in grim determination. I could feel his fear, but I knew that there was nothing more we could do now except wait.

Time seemed to stretch on forever. The cyclone roared for what felt like hours, and I could feel my body growing numb from the cold and the terror. I had no idea how long we stayed in the tree, clinging to our lives as the storm wreaked havoc around us. But eventually, the winds began to die down, and the rain slowed to a gentle drizzle. The cyclone had passed, but I didn’t feel relief—I felt a deep sense of dread.

When the storm finally subsided, we climbed down from the tree. My legs felt weak, and my body was stiff from the hours of tension. I couldn’t believe it when I stepped onto the ground. The island that I had known so well was unrecognizable. The familiar sights of homes, trees, and the landscape that had been my world w ere gone. Everything had been washed away. The ground was littered with debris, the wreckage of what was once a vibrant village.

The worst sight of all was the bodies—there were so many. The faces of friends, neighbors, and strangers were frozen in death, their lives taken by the cyclone and the tidal bore. The devastation was beyond anything I could have imagined. The place I had once called home was now a desolate, haunting wasteland. My heart broke as I saw the lifeless bodies of people I had known my whole life, their hopes and dreams shattered in an instant.

It was a nightmare. The reality of what had just happened slowly began to sink in. I could barely comprehend the scale of the destruction. My uncle stood beside me, his face hard, his eyes filled with a sorrow that mirrored my own. We didn’t speak for a long time. There were no words that could capture the enormity of the loss we had just witnessed. All around us, the island was silent except for the distant crash of the waves.

I will never forget that night—the night the cyclone came and took everything from us. It was a nightmare experience, one that I wish I could erase from my memory. But it taught me something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: how fragile our world is, and how quickly everything can change. We are often so caught up in the ordinary moments of life that we forget just how unpredictable and dangerous nature can be. One moment, everything can be calm and peaceful, and the next, it can be swept away in an instant.

That night was the beginning of a new reality for me. It was a painful reminder that nothing in life is guaranteed, and that we must cherish every moment we have, every person we love, because life can change in the blink of an eye. It was the nightmare experience of my life, and one I will never forget.

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আমি আমার কাকা-কাকির সাথে কুকুরি কুকুরি চর নামক একটি ছোট্ট দ্বীপে থাকি। যথারীতি আমি রাত ১০.৩০ মিনিটে আমার কষ্ট সহ্য করে ঘুমাতে গেলাম এবং গভীর ঘুমে তলিয়ে গেলাম। প্রায় ১২ টা নাগাদ। একটি ঘূর্ণিঝড় এল। জোয়ারের সাথে এটি যুক্ত ছিল। এটি আমার পৃথিবীকে ভাসিয়ে নিয়েছিল। কিন্তু আমি এর কিছুটা জানতাম না। এটি জোয়ারের মাঝামাঝি ছিল। এটি আমার পৃথিবীকে ভাসিয়ে নিয়েছিল। কিন্তু আমি এর কিছুটা জানতাম না। রাতের মাঝামাঝি সময়ে আমার কাকা আমাকে জাগিয়ে বললেন এবং গাছে উঠতে। আমি ভেবেছিলাম সে আমার সাথে মজা করছে যদিও সে রসিকতা করে না। যখন চাচা আমাকে জাগিয়ে তোলে তখন খুব অন্ধকার ছিল। আমি গাছের ডালে জোরে বাতাস বইতে এবং গর্জন করতে শুনতে পাচ্ছিলাম। তিনি আমাকে তাড়াহুড়ো করে বাইরে নিয়ে গেলেন এবং আমি তারাও দেখতে পেলাম না, তাই আকাশ মেঘে ঢাকা ছিল। গাছে ওঠার সময়টা অদ্ভুত মনে হচ্ছিল এবং আমি প্রশ্ন জিজ্ঞাসা করতে শুরু করলাম, কিন্তু কাকু আমাকে তর্ক না করে আরোহণ করতে বললেন।

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