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The only place I would remember is Afghanistan.  A place which is full of dust and heat. A place where blood and tears have streamed down more than rain, for over 30 years. A place where innocent & harmless people have been hurt, wounded and killed because of the long the tragic war and ongoing violence. Lives have shattered. Dreams left unfulfilled and, people forced to beg for food in the dirty rough ground. The women turning widow, children losing a father & mother losing her son. 💔😔🇦🇫 What do you want to do ? New mail Copy

My name is Diana. I was born on the 7th of February 1997. I was born seven months premature and as soon as I was born, I had breathing difficulties. The doctor or nurse told my parents I could not breathe but they said they would give me three days and if I did not breathe or be able to revive in those three days, then, unfortunately, that’s it. Nevertheless, I was a fighter and fortunately, I started breathing on the third day and this was all because of the Almighty, my beloved mother and family. Yet still, my legs were very similar to penguin legs and my head was too big, but my mother massaged my legs day and night as well as gave medicine to me for my head so it can be a normal-sized head. She did this despite being sick (asthma) herself. Thus, today if I’m walking with legs that are straight and no longer like a penguin and have an average-sized head it is all thanks to my loving and exceptional strong mother. I love her dearly; she has done a lot for me which I’m forever grate...

A Life in the Day: the Fashion designer and S upport assistant Sheree Robinson juggles between two careers and is succeeding really well.  During the week, on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays my day starts with supporting students in London College of Communication. I support them with their physical needs: carrying their equipment or books. I also sit with students to help them plan or structure their time so that they are organized and are not falling behind in their studies as well as writing notes for those who are entitled. I am also a fashion designer, therefore, the other two days, Wednesdays and Fridays I may go to Central Saint Martins, a  public tertiary art school, to teach students how to knit and give them guidance. Some of the time I also go to Central Saint Martins for knitwork. In the evenings I spend my time mainly on my own knitting career: most of the time I do knitting parties, in bars and clubs located on the east and west side of London. It inv...

She is sitting high up on a gentle comfy bed with casual yet stylish clothes surrounded by books, a table and computer with a relaxed posture and a smiley expression drawn on her face. It’s a total contrast from just a year ago when she was tolerating starvation, thirst and, the cold. Aisha Sharifi, afghan, was one of one million illegal migrants who came to Europe in 2015 to seek safety. The migration crisis became one of the top stories since 2015. “I regretted it so much because I saw the risk of death every situation”, she said, concerning the daunting experience. Aisha left her beloved Afghanistan, as she was receiving threats and travelled to Pakistan, feeling anxious as it was travelling illegally. Once Aisha entered Iran her and her family got divided up into two cars and only Aisha’s car got stopped by the Iranian police. Her heart was beating rapidly. “When the Iranian police caught us I cried because they were permitted to shoot us", she recalled, calmly. She was...

A few stairs down from the workshop area there are sounds of chatter and laughter, consistent tapping of kitchen objects and the smell of rich coffee that has risen from the coffee machine, filling up the atmosphere with its strong fragrance. It's lunch hour at the Tygon café. Students tip-tapping and making their way to the long queue, eager to have a snack or a drink. One by one they wait patiently, distracting themselves with their smartphones or by interacting with their friends as the queue barely reduces and moves along. Making one in particular individual very intolerant and frustrated. “Right, that’s it. I can’t take this any longer!” This particular individual is a student. Stood with their back fairly bend with a tired and fed up expression drawn on their face. Moving out of the queue and making their way towards the counter. But as the student almost reaches the counter they are oblivious of the person, wearing a grey hoodie, walking in their direction which re...

The extreme pressures that the school youth face in Britain. It was the final year of high school for Jenny, and nothing seemed pleasant for her. She had nothing going for her in life. The school life was a constant walking nightmare. She had nothing to look forward to, no hobbies whatsoever.  Nothing. She just had emptiness taking over her life and the daunting moments of school. The torment, fright and trauma that just kept brewing and brewing. Soon enough, in a flash of a moment, the only comfort seemed to have been was the thought of an extensive amount of pills and being set free from all the anguish and agony. It has recently been reported that an eight-year-old from Jacksonville is in the process of trying to help fight issues like bullying by writing a book which is planned to get released sometime in the summer. Ultimately, Jenny did it. She finally acted upon her suicidal thoughts. In a spur of a moment, after hurrying towards her room feeling besides herself, ext...

Monday 5th October 2015 -  the start of my induction week at University, the beginning of my life as a UAL student. I was excited, very excited. However, like any other student, I was naturally a tiny bit nervous too as it was a new system and environment but more significantly because of how people will react to me or what will they think of me as I tend to stand out as a unique individual. I wonder if they were anxious about approaching me or just unsure of how to be around someone like me. Anyhow, I shall take a deep breath, stay strong and prepare myself for anything that is to come. On a positive note, a brand new journey awaits with luxurious cars, fine assistance and many more. Haha...:D What do you want to do ? New mail Copy What do you want to do ? New mail Copy