English year 11

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Ben’s Draft

Sweat is dripping down my forehead like a tropical waterfall; falling into my eyes, causing sudden twitches and rubbing of the eyes. My hands are shaking, causing me not to be able to hold the detonator properly.  I’m so nervous right now, voices around me sounds like a fast blur. I look around the bus realising this is the only time the bus will be this full. I say a quick prayer to Allah, and press the detonator…

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I woke up to the smell of moist, well cooked Khubz bread, the aroma of the bread mixing with the slow melting butter, the scent swimming around my room like a duck through water. I heard the rowdy sound of my family, fighting to obtain the finest piece of Khubz bread. “Abdul-Rashid, get up out of bed now!”

The ear-splitting sound of my father made my heart skip a beat; I jumped out of bed and quickly ran to the next room struggling to put my school shirt on. My family’s faces told a story as they were watching the news, about another bombing that had happened in our city of Kadhiman.

“These stupid Al Qaeda gang members, destroying lives, giving our country a bad name, no wonder the British and the Americans are basically taking over now.” my mother said sarcastically while she struggled to dress my youngest, jittery sibling. My family then started saying dreadful things about the Al Qaeda gang, I start to clench my fist getting angry, my teeth grinding against each other like I ate on a hard piece of pepper. “Abdul-Rashid, what’s wrong?” my sister asked innocently. I don’t reply and stride out of the house.

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I stepped outside into the scorching, dry, war zone; walking through is a daily hazard with constant gun shots, heart ripping cries and the smell of blood. As I walked I saw more and more people whom I recognise who are in the Al-Qaeda group. I scurried across to them with swiftly persistently looking all around so no one can see me. I greeted the Al-Qaeda group members with a rushed “assalamu alaikum,” while I still looked around.

A rough sack then surrounds my face, pitch blackness is suffocated the light that I saw before. They dragged me, not knowing ...

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