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Descriptive Writing: A beautiful landscape or natural scene which has stuck in your memory. The Ka'bah I finally arrived at my abode. I was not aware of this previously, but now I was most definitely sure

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Descriptive Writing: A beautiful landscape or natural scene which has stuck in your memory. The Ka'bah I finally arrived at my abode. I was not aware of this previously, but now I was most definitely sure this was the moment I had been waiting for, ever since I read about this wonderful place, eight years ago. There I stood, in the scorching summer of Saudi Arabia. It was baking. The air steamed around me. Everything I laid my greasy hands on sent a burning sensation through me. The heat was oppressive and stifling. I would have done anything for just a single sip of water. I felt a breeze of sand rushing across my face and body as I scratched my torrid, sweaty arm. The burning sand covered me, like boiling water in a hot shower. The night was a black velvet curtain, cloudless. Despite the departure of the dazzling sun from the endless sky, the blistering heat resulted in me becoming dehydrated and delirious. Salt began to seep from my fingers, as I stepped on the sunbaked earth. Fluorescent feathered pigeons whooshed passed my fiery face at the speed of light. The atmosphere was extremely sticky. Due to the sweltering heat my Arabian styled clothes stuck to my sweaty fatigued body. ...read more.

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The thought that glided around in my head, was that she should not have jumped to any conclusions. She should not have judged me by face value. The lesson I learnt from this is do not judge a book its cover. It was unforgettable, absolutely unforgettable. It didn't half change my life though. I saw the whole of mankind standing on the planes of resurrection on judgement day, hand held together as one. This was brotherhood. The famous saying of the prophet Muhammad sprung to my mind at that second. 'The believers (in God) are the same as a single person. If his eye is in pain, his whole body is in pain, and if his head is in pain, his whole body is in pain.' It was this picturesque scenery that has made me believe up until this day that we are all, black or white, rich or poor, all brothers and sisters. And if one of us is suffering then we should all feel even the most little bit of sympathy for this individual. I took a quick glance forward. All of a sudden, my body shot back. I could not believe my eyes. I was bewildered by this sight. I could not comprehend how this was constructed. ...read more.

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It was like the door of paradise. Various verses from the glorious Qur'an carefully engraved on the door, coloured in the most beautiful gold that I had ever set eyes on. As I laid my hands on the Ka'bah, it felt like a shock ran through my entire body, ten times over. Buzzing every time it came across a cell. It must have been the greatest buzz in the world. As I passed my hands on the door, it felt like I was being poked by the sharpest needle in the world, every time I was hands on with a place a verse was written. It was like a car moving on an extremely rocky road. I gazed up at the picturesque night sky. The darkness had enveloped over all the clouds, the night was silent, and the sky was illuminated by the shining stars. The stars flickered in a rhythm, as if they were in beat to a tune. I looked fixedly for the final time at the Ka'bah; it was the only thing in the world. It was the centre of my attention. I stared at it, and I stared at it, and I was unable to stop staring. I then closed my tired eyes. This was the place to be. This was the cr�me de la cr�me. This was paradise. ?? ?? ?? ?? Mohammed Seedat 10mRTA GCSE English Language Coursework Page 1 of 5 Sept 2005 ...read more.

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