Original writing I opened my eyes, the sun glazing its ray through the heavy black curtain. I sway the duvet across the bed then I slowly and gradually stepped out of the bed to yawn loudly and then head towards the bathroom, where I wash with the cold water dripping over my face. Than I drew the curtain open, the bright sunlight hit my face and I could see the birds sitting on the tree branches and also big oak tree the blossoming green leaf on them. After that I opened the drawer to find my clothes to get changed and get ready for class. When I got changed into my all white pants and trousers and slowly walk talking, laughing with few of my friends towards the morning class. When I walked into the class I felt lazy and drowsy because I wanted to be outside not sitting in a class on a hot, sunny day. I took my seat and was sitting leg crossed in the class. The teacher started to teach and explain, I wasn’t interested but thinking about when the class would be over, so that I could go out to play football on the lovely dark green football field outside on the hot summer, sunny day where as the other student whispering and chattering away beside me. Suddenly a man walked in
dressed in white with long black bead and said, “Sonny came with me to the office the Principle wants to speak to you” I was shocked, the time stood for a moment and everyone stared, gazed looking and wondering what happened. I stood up and walked slowly with my head down towards the door. I left the class heading towards the office thinking and wondering what would happen because I have been missing a lot of classes in the past few weeks and I might be in trouble for this because this is a very strict Islamic institute. My heart ...
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dressed in white with long black bead and said, “Sonny came with me to the office the Principle wants to speak to you” I was shocked, the time stood for a moment and everyone stared, gazed looking and wondering what happened. I stood up and walked slowly with my head down towards the door. I left the class heading towards the office thinking and wondering what would happen because I have been missing a lot of classes in the past few weeks and I might be in trouble for this because this is a very strict Islamic institute. My heart was beating fast like it would burst anytime; the blood was rushing across my body from head to toe. My shoulders were down and legs were so heavy, it seemed like I was carrying a few tons on my bare legs. Once this walk used to take a minute to the office but this time it seem like an hour walking down an narrow dark ally way which had no ending. I reached the office and stopped for a few minutes frightened and shaking since I was frightened to face him and what he will say and do. I gathered myself took a breath in and knocked on the door. There was no answer, to my sigh of relief. But this time the opposite door opened, it was the secretary he said, “The principle isn’t here but you have to pack some of your clothes because your uncle is coming to pick you up”. This meant one thing to me that I was suspended to till notice. But this wasn’t the biggest problem, now I had to explain myself to my family, thinking to myself how I could have been so careless. They had high expectation and a lot more responsibility from me. But there was nothing now that I can do to solve it so I went to my room, packed my things and waited for my uncle. My uncle arrived, put my bags in the car boot and drove off. The atmosphere in the car was so quiet that the only thing I could hear was the car engine; we stopped in front of a restaurant for lunch. We had our lunch but I was about to realise this was going to be my last peaceful lunch for a long time to come and after the lunch we hit the road again. But the strangest thing was that they didn’t say a word to me and suddenly I realised that his face looked like he was crying. His bead was unshaved, and unwashed at that time I realised something really bad had happened and I am going home for some other reason, not for being suspended. I thought of my granddad because he had been sick for the last few months. I asked my uncle how is granddad, a broken down low tone of voice replied, “You’ll know when you get home”. Normally I would feel comforted by his words, but what he said now felt cold, distressing and worrying then suddenly the car stopped and we reached home. I stepped out of the car, the day still was beautiful and hot, and as I walked towards the front door I could see lot of people coming in and out of the house, with tears in the eyes (of my relatives). I stepped into the house along with my uncle. He suddenly turned and with tears in his eyes saying, “you granddad is no more” to my sudden shock I just burst into tears I didn’t believe him. It felt like I was in hell, my own relatives who I grew up with always had a smile on their face no matter what happens, now for the first time I was witnessing cries of my family grown up like a new born baby. My parents and family gathered around me and trying their best to comfort me but they themselves in a distress of losing a lovable, respectable person. Nevertheless, it all seemed like an awful nightmare that is about to end. However this was no nightmare but an awful reality of life. The family were grieving beside the dead body of granddad his face was pail and still which was not normal because he was full of life and a joy to be with. Now staring at his dead body, it was completely different. It felt cold and creepy, but there was a lot of religious praying to be done before the burial. All the males got ready for mosque to perform the death prayer; the prayer was lead by Islamic Cleric praying for forgiveness and may his soul rest in peace. After the prayer the body was taken to a majority Muslim graveyard for burial. The body was in a white coffin which was laid beside the grave, than suddenly the coffin was lifted and gradually put into the grave. The Islamic clerics performed religious ritual, moreover the cleric carefully and slowly initiate to lay earth into the grave. I stood besides the grave gazing, wondering for the first time to reflect on him. I could still vivid his pure silky white hair, with a round white hat soft as a wool, his oval shaped light coloured face when granddad smiled his checks would flourish like a pink rose. His brown eyes, nose and ears will bring out character of along with his long white feather like beard. When I took a step a back could feel a heavy weight on my shoulder, as I unhurriedly turned to see it was uncle standing beside me. He looked at me to see my red eyes with tears dripping down the cheek like an Ocean floating with blood. He took me to his arms and hugged me furthermore he said, “This is a way of life and we have to live with it” and walked away.