There we were, running away, screaming. My dad was struggling to hold that fish. It was trying to get free. Its immense size matched its strength. My dad held it close to try and keep it in this grasp.
One day when my brother and I were still in kindergarten, our dad took us fishing. My dad was about 35 years old. He liked to shave his head so he didn’t need to take the time to make it. His name is Edin. My brother, Nermin, is my twin. Just four minutes younger than me. We were goin to the Jordan river. It was a sunny day there. Mosquitoes were buzzing around and the river was so calm. It also looked so cold. There were rocks everywhere. Fish were jumping out of the water every now and then. So my dad knew it was a good place to fish.
He took his fishing pole and then we left. My dad put his bait onto the hook and cast the line into the water. We were waiting for at least 1 hour. My brother and I were so bored, until suddenly our dad told us to be quiet.
Then, instinctivly, my dad pulled the fishing pole as hard as he could. The fish was trying to get free, but my dad was determined. After about ten minutes of tugging and pulling, he got the fish out. It was a fifteen pound carp.
Once he got it out, my brother and I ran away. We were so scared. That carp was the biggest fish I had ever seen.
We yelled, “Get away!”
My dad just laughed. As he was setting it free, a big bird swooped from the sky, clutched the bird in its long and sharp talons, ripped it out of my dad’s hands, and flew away with it.
My dad was so stunned that he didn’t move. He was just staring at the river and then the sky. And then after a minute, my dad said that we should go home.
We didn’t say anything but we got in the car and went home.
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