Snow was falling. Flakes settled in quick succession; covering the tarmac. It was as if clouds were intermingling with the inkiness of the skies. The colours smudged to darkness. Leaves dyed as they buried into the iced ditch. Wind battled against the bushes.
Minutes after staring at the view outside; voices from the distant entered upon my hearing. I resisted turning in my chair. My eyes were focused on the screen, surfing pages, catching all the while glimpses of eyes watching me. The muttering from the distance set my heart racing. It made me anxious.
The bell rang, and lesson was over. I struggled to join my friends so that I could walk with them. I suffered in the freezing cold, surrounded by the blankets of snow and bushes painted in white. People were darting out of the buildings in crowds. I began, to walk side along with my friends. Figures were hanging back delaying lesson time; their dirty looks made me doubtful about my surroundings.
I carried on walking trying to ignore everybody that passed me. Suddenly, snow balls like stones were pelted towards my direction by a crowd of students. Lacerated by pain, inflamed and vexed, I comprehended the nature of these people, their hearts were trained to become hard and cold. I thought I understood their reasoning: that I was a different colour from them. I could not bear this treatment: I needed to release my anger in some way. I hastened to gather as much snow as I could, and quickly used it to make snow balls so that I could take revenge. There was one particular boy named Jack who was trying to attack me. I was provoked by all this nonsense; and eventually joined the battle. This boy showed his two- faced nature: a person who I believed showed his true friendly inner character in lessons; but when with his friends was a different character.
The situation became serious. He was pushing me towards a bush. I too pushed him, trying to get myself up out of the undergrowth. Jack’s twin Simon helped in harming me. They were pushing me as if I was an object, throwing snowballs at me. Then there seemed loads of boys, shouting, swearing, and laughing. Then they all seemed to disappear. I was so angry, extremely angry.
Suddenly, the boys came charging down towards all of us: my friends ran off. I was left behind all on my own, my arms around my head, for I feared I would be injured. The boys all laughed at me and threw rock hard snow balls at me. The twins and their friends marched towards me and threw snow balls at my head. I burst into tears, crying in anger. My friends had left me; and here I was left outside in the freezing cold, after being attacked.
I felt a hand on my shoulder: it was from a boy I did not know. He walked with me to my lesson and asked me if I was okay. I felt so angry and had really evil thoughts in my head. My head was boiling with anger; generating evil thoughts. I walked to the lesson, and there were so many people in the hallway, some of whom had thrown snow balls at me. People were laughing at me. Boys were pushing me around. After pushing someone against the wall, I received a push back. I went into the lesson, trying to keep my emotions in, and sat in the corner with my friend Sabiya, but did not really concentrate due to my emotional breakdown. I began to cry. I began to say evil things. She tried to calm me, but I continued saying terrible things. I said I was going to kill him. She told me this sort of behaviour is not from Islam.
Sabiya whispered wise words in my tears, soothing me, calming me, and helping me to blot out the voices and the faces of Jack and his friends. As she whispered, the snow began to melt; I began to feel warmer and safer. I felt strong again.