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Nidal
Majeed (V-R) |
| What
inspires me ? |
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is the desire of my mind to get into the golden
world of language which inspires me. |
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June
24th, 2002. This day makes me shudder even today.
My dear friends…… let me use this opportunity
to tell you what exactly happened on this dreadful
day. Do you remember any particular day in your
life where everything goes wrong right from the
moment you wake up till midnight? Well here is
something of that sort that happened to me. It
was a bright, sunny morning. A day like any other
normal day.
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it was a Sunday, I had to prepare to go to school.
Firstly, my sweet and ever-dependable alarm clock
didn't ring at the expected time. I usually wake
up at 11:00am and board my bus at 11:45am. Alas!
Now the time was 12:10PM. I threw my ever-dependable
alarm clock out of the window furiously and rushed
to the toilet. To my great dismay, my tooth brush
was missing. Finally, when I managed to get one,
I discovered with great sadness that the time was
12:20am. As my classes start at 12:45pm, I knew
for sure that I would be late if I stayed long in
my house. I put on my clothes and rushed out my
room, screaming aloud to my Dad to drop me at school.
In the process, I had a bad fall down the stairs,
which resulted in a broken tooth in my upper jaw.
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started my journey to school with great pain and
difficulty. To make things worse my Dad's car had
a breakdown and we were left staring at each other
in the middle of the road. Finally, we managed to
catch a taxi and reached school. Before entering
the school, I checked my appearance in the driver's
mirror. I looked all messed up with a shabby appearance,
and a broken tooth to complete the picture. While
entering my classroom, I knew that I had missed
my English class. I could feel all eyes staring
at me from top to bottom. After an hour or two,
we busied ourselves in playing football. The game
went on smoothly, except the fact that the captain
dismissed me from the game for dreaming in the middle
of the game. |
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the afternoon, I boarded the bus back home, thinking
of taking a good nap. While I was entering my apartment,
a naughty boy blindly dashed his huge bicycle into
me. That is all I remember of that day. The next
morning, I woke up in the hospital bed with a broken
arm and a stitch on my forehead. Now all I do is
to pray everyday to God for a day that is not like
June 24th, 2002 !! |
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