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Charles Town <strong>Maroon</strong> International Conference <strong>Magazine</strong> June <strong>2018</strong><br />
How Will Our<br />
Memories Survive?<br />
I am Muhammad Najem.<br />
I am fifteen years old.<br />
I left Ghouta and I now live in Idlib.<br />
I was born in Erbin, in the countryside of Damascus.<br />
I am a child and was living a normal life with my<br />
family.<br />
I have two sisters and three brothers.<br />
I once lived in a nice house. My father worked so hard<br />
to build our house. He was a carpenter and my brothers<br />
were students. My mother is a house wife. She has a<br />
good heart and she is now very afraid of what will<br />
happen to us.<br />
When I was growing up I was naughty. On our way<br />
home from going out I would break free from my<br />
mother’s hand and run into the middle of the street as<br />
cars were driving past. I would always scare my mum<br />
with my behaviour. I love cats and I would always run<br />
and try to catch them.<br />
When I was seven years old I started school. On the<br />
first day I wore the school uniform that my mother had<br />
bought me and went to school. I felt alone and when I<br />
was there I was crying all the time and didn’t want to<br />
go to class. The teachers heard me and the principal<br />
approached me to tell me how wonderful school was,<br />
but I didn’t hear a word of what he said because I<br />
couldn’t stop crying. They told my mother to leave me<br />
and go home. The teacher tried to take me to class but<br />
I hit him and tried to catch up to my mum. However,<br />
by the time the day was over I went home happy and<br />
I waited for the second day of school. I only ended up<br />
going to school for four years.<br />
My older brother loves animals a lot. He loves to take<br />
care of pets but my father didn’t approve in the<br />
Muhammad Najem<br />
beginning. He bought a lovely fish tank with beautiful<br />
fish and my father soon came around. There was a time<br />
when my brother came home and hid something in his<br />
room, he covered it so my father wouldn’t see. Then<br />
we all heard a frightening sound. I went with my father<br />
and my other brothers to see what it was. My brother<br />
was saying: “shut up, please shut up… please.” It was<br />
a small parrot.<br />
My father told my brother to take it out of the house.<br />
Early in the morning the next day when my father was<br />
going off to work he heard the sound of the beautiful<br />
bird. He looked at the parrot and listened to its<br />
beautiful voice. My father fell in love immediately.<br />
Everyday he taught the bird many new words. My<br />
father and I would always prepare its food before he<br />
went off to work. I was so happy. Everyone in the<br />
family loved it.<br />
When the parrot initially learned to talk the first word<br />
it said was “Allah.” When I heard that I told my father<br />
and we were all standing around it like children<br />
waiting for it to say the word again. My father took the<br />
bird with him to work so that it could imitate the<br />
sounds of cats and other birds.<br />
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