Fire

I think I was in 4th grade when there was a fire in the classroom that opened up in front of the jungle gym. It was in the middle of the day when we were told to go into the yard. Smoke was coming out next to the dining room and everyone was anxious. some teachers were holding us back from getting too close. A space heater had been turned over and perhaps some of the desks were burning. We saw Mohsen Khaan carrying the kids bags out of the class. He kept going back into the room, disappearing into the thick smoke. He had black smudges on his face and his hair looked burned and messy. At that moment I thought he was the bravest man alive. I felt taken care of and protected and with all the fear and anxiety I felt safe. From then on I had great respect for him and grew to like him more everyday.