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meter is held securely in the grasp of a strong hand and within reach is the faint wind
into life. I watch in silence, as ladybugs and caterpillars greedily munch away at anything and even faint noise. She glances at a particular Sarah Lee and realizes that the Ferris
they find. I gaze bashfully as the birds and bees tenderly make love under the shade of leaves. wheel, which stood stationary and still for countless years, is now moving and is slowly
turning in a clockwise direction. This shape frustrates Asil as well, and far too easily
Days turned into nights turned into morning. she moves in a forward manner after feeling the urge before she regrets this feeling.
And one day, I felt a familiar sensation on
my bark – a leaf, alive and fresh! I basked Actually, Asil’s heart is not beating because of her illness, but for another reason. Stony-eyed,
in the sun›s glory, nurturing it. More leaves Asil scanned the entire room for the source of the noise. Unfortunately, she was unable to rid
grew, and I tended them with vigilance. herself of the irrational but overpowering compulsion that made her lean in even closer.
It took many, many suns and moons, but slowly, The whole wonderful construction seemed to be humming with something almost alive and
very slowly, I was beginning to grow back my almost electric, even though there was no person manning Low›s wheel. With that in mind,
lost treasures. And there I stood one she took care of herself using it for its intended purpose; only a head out hand embraced
day, festooned with blooms and leaves, as any movement she stepped closer, but the Ferris wheel remained empty, haunting.
crowned with birds and bees, more beautiful
than ever. It did take a lot of patience,
perseverance, and faith, but it was all worth it.

Now, I stand strong, knowing I can regrow myself
if I perish again. I’ll endure life’s blows with 3rd: “Perfection”
dignity and patience, regrowing more beautiful
each time. The wind may howl, but I’ll rise anew. WRITTEN BY: MARAM ADHAM KAHEL (1098175) (AA Campus)

A.A RUNNERS UP! nder the dappled shade of

olive trees, in a field kissed
Uby the sun, an elderly man
2nd: “Asil›s Silent Journey” bent down to pour water into a simple

bowl for his loyal companion. The
dog, a symbol of unspoken loyalty,
WRITTEN BY: ASIL SALAH HASSAN (1100021) (AA Campus)
lapped up the water gratefully, its
tail wagging gently. They shared
a bond forged through years of
companionship in these very fields,
t the end of the jetty, a diabetic young lady where the man had toiled and the
named Asil is seated on the boulders as she dog had wandered by his side.
Astares at the sun going down and the wheel,
which is still appearing from beneath the horizon.
The colourful plague of diabetes has been treating The olive trees had witnessed it all-their quiet companionship, the rhythm of
Asil quite poorly and every evening keeps bringing daily life, and the silent understanding between them. For the man, the land was a
her back to this very almost exact location. The source of sustenance, a life of hard work and patience. For the dog, it was home,
sugar, or as it is insulin and dreams of the day when a place of freedom and care, but most importantly, a place beside its master.
everything fits within a time zone and about two walls
away, the very globe of the planet surrounds her body. Though the days were long and the work was hard, the man found joy in these simple
moments. He didn›t have much by way of wealth, but he knew what it meant to be rich in the
As the sun rises, so does the pain in Asil’s belly: a things that mattered: loyalty, love, and the beauty of living in harmony with the world around
physical warning of high or low blood sugar. Her glucose him. His dog was more than just a companion; it was a reminder that no matter how small
the gestures-like sharing water on a hot day-true friendship and care made life meaningful. ■