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I was about seven years old. My sister was five. I still remember it vividly. I was looking out of the window as the plane was getting higher, and the clouds were covering the view below me. I was looking forward to the future, although I was too young to know what exactly was happening. All knew was that my mother was taking my sister and I to our home country, Lebanon. But my father was left behind, still in Africa. At the moment, I knew our lives would change forever. It was my second visit to my home country. My first one was when I was born, and I could hardly remember it. So I was looking forward for this one. I was excited about meeting my relatives. My mother used to always tell me little stories about them; it made me feel as though I already knew them. I stared out of the window, and tried to imagine how they would look like, when all of a sudden I got the worst picture in my mind, a picture not of the future and the people I would be meeting, but a picture of the past and what I have left behind. A view of my father staying on his own in war conditions as he made sure that his wife and children had gone to a safer place. All of a sudden, I felt that I might never see my father again. I couldn't fight my tears back, as they started flowing down my pale checks. My mother gave me a comforting hug and told me that we were going to be fine. I couldn't help asking if I was ever going to see my father again, and when I asked her, I had a feeling that she felt insecure and weak as tears started from her eyes too. I put my arms around her and let out a weird giggle to change the mood, and when I looked at her face, she gave me a sweet smile, as her eyes were filled with tears. ...read more.


She was telling them that she was planning to stay there for a while, and was looking for a suitable job. The journey to the countryside was rather exciting. My cousins and I were in the same car, and my uncle Wesam was driving us, following the car of Auntie Maya, with my mother. It was a fun drive as my uncle was making amusing remarks and comments about the people on the roads. He was pointing and laughing out loud, and we joined him. Our victims looked puzzled and started eyeing, but the car drove quickly. We were at the countryside in less than an hour. When we got there, I barely saw my mother. Everyone was crowding over her, smothering her with kisses, hugs and warm welcomes. I felt she was happy. This was her family; her mother, father, six brothers, her only sister, her nephews and nieces. My grand parents had decided to celebrate my mother's arrival with a big lunch. We had a huge feast with lots of delicious traditional meals. The house was massive. It was a twelve-bedroom house with a huge garden and a back yard. There was a little fountain opposite the back door. I met the rest of my cousins. There seemed to be a lot of them, but each had their own individual unforgettable personality. I spent the day with my cousin Rolla. She was eleven, and very smart. Her brother is Moh, the cousin that will help us collect wood for our doll's house. That night, the whole family sat down in the lounge. They were laughing about the old days when they were together in this house and how they used to always have little arguments. It was fun. Everyone was welcoming us in a warm way. But yet, I felt something was missing. Each one of my cousins was sitting by both their parents, except Sahar and me. ...read more.


There was a figure of a tall man with his hand on the door ready for another knock. I didn't know what to do. I decided to run up to my mother's bedroom, and as I was taking action, the figure noticed. He whispered: "Open the door" in a familiar voice. Without hesitating, I found myself running up to the door and opening it. It was my father. Hi Omayr it's Sarah, Manal's friend. I just want you to know that it was me who texted you from her phone telling you to erase her number and email. I, as one of her best friends gave myself the right to do that because she didn't want to. After she told me that you and her had no future and that's she should end things up, I agreed and so I text you from her phone. I am sorry if it caused upsets or confusion, but at the time I thought it was the right thing to do. I spoke with her after I chatted to you online that morning, and I was shocked on how much you had hurt her. She was crying and really upset by a couple of lines you had said to her. It's a real shame ya Omayr, you were telling me to take care of her and yet you would hurt her so easily. I know you didn't mean it but please when you chat to her be a little wiser. She is as hurt as you are, if not worse. I was thinking maybe you would want to cut down on the contact for a little while so you both have a break. I know it's a hard thing, but please try for her sake. And one more thing, Manal is a vulnerable girl and soft hearted, any little thing would hurt her so please be wiser and mature when you chat to her. If you need anything from me, just let me know. Yala sorry again. Take care, Sarah. ?? ?? ?? ?? Sarah Khalil Creative Writing 18/10/2001 ...read more.

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