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GCSE English Students at Barnet and Southgate College
THE LOST SOUL By Imen Oueslat Many years ago he was pushed to leave his homeland and walk away, looking for a better life and a smiley future, searching for safety and freedom. Yes he is an immigrant who came from the other edge of the earth, crossing the vast sea, holding in one hand his suitcase and just some hope in the other hand. Itâ€™s the immigrant who left his people, his childhood memories, his parents, his family and friends, who left everything behind and came abroad looking for a new life. He found himself obliged to cope with a new culture, new people, new weather, and a whole different community, with the risk of never finding home again! And have his entre life split between two lands. What a feeling! Itâ€™s a heartbroken, immense pain and so hard for the soul. This human felt lonely, fearful, horrified, and tearful and he will always feel the conflict of his emotons like burning fire between his ribs taking away his heartâ€Ś. Somehow, he managed after a few years to survive in this new place and tried hard to build a new life, a new family and got on with the very different communites. He found a job, studied and learned their language to be able to live comfortably. He made a family and friends, and he has a home suitable for his wife and his children; he got used to their system and their routne. He felt proud and strong; he climbed the ladder, one step at a tme over all these years in his new country since he walked away. He realised some of his dreams that he dreamt of when he was stll in his homeland but it was impossible to do so when poverty and war stopped him. Is he now settled and happy? Did he find his lost soul? Unfortunately no, he will never felt complete: body and soul; it will be always lost between two lands, his homeland and where he lives. His soul is lost in the mists of the tme, his background shifts him back. His spirit will always be lost miles away somewhere in his homeland. That is the truth!! With all his feeling of sadness and broken heart for missing his homeland, his family and every corner back home. The sun is shining again, dimly, but shining. He understood that he could survive and he would survive because he would be away forever for his new family that he made for himself all these years ago, hoping that one day he will find his lost soul and maybe not feel the gap.
Christmas Day with family By Mehdi Akbari
Everything looked fine. A sunny freezing Christmas Day. I was supposed to go home after almost a year; It was only 100 away but I'm a bit lazy and I couldn't help it.
When I drove off, everywhere was covered by white crystals: Glittery, dry snow. It seemed nature was wearing a beautiful white bridal cloth and as it was a bit windy you thought the dress was waving and moving around. I was telling myself: "winter, snow, sun and wind are the combination of either a very good or a very bad situation." After half an hour, the snow started to grow on both sides of the road and built two massive walls that captured the road in between. As I drove through this unusual, natural glacial and artistic path I saw lots of lines and layers in both walls with hundreds of different patterns. Flying and dancing dry icy snow, moved by the wind, had created a fabulous scene that I hadn't ever seen before. I had forgotten to bring my sunglasses so the sun and the reflected light from the dazzling and gleaming snow didn't let me open my eyes properly and it made me so uncomfortable. That was the only complaint I had. I carefully avoided the oncoming traffic while I was listening to my favourite music channel and whispered the song; I was warm inside the car apart from the arctic, bitter weather outside. All of a sudden I heard a blaring horn and immediately a cracking noise. Oh, my god "avalanche". I was in pain all over my body and it was getting worse as the time passed; I wasn't able to see anything. “Is it dark here or am I blind?” I asked myself. I was feeling cold; In fact, it was bonechilling. I tried to move my hand and look for my mobile in my pocket; Yes, I managed to get it. Good news: I wasn't blind. It seemed I was in my car which was surrounded by snow. In fact, I was buried with my car under tons of snow; I just recall "The avalanche". There was absolute darkness and freezing. I was stuck in my seat with a locked belt that I couldn't move, numbness. For the first time in my life, I was able to feel my whole body and nerves through the pain. The more I regained consciousness the more I panicked. I started screaming and asking for help, but it seemed there was on one who could hear me. I said to myself: “That is it. This is the end" and then all my memories passed through my mind in a couple of seconds like a fast-forwarding movie and all my wishes were bursting and being destroyed like bubbles. I saw my family around the table.
My face is getting warm and I can see light through my eyelid; I don't feel any pain, just a bit of a headache. I open my eyes and find myself on the sofa sleeping, drunk, thanks to the sunshine that woke me up.