Once upon time there a lived a family in the Slopes Hilka. The name of the family was Feroze. Feroze family had a daughter whose name was Sasha. Sasha was beautiful and full of life. She was the light of the family. She was eloquent, and had glimmer in her eyes that could send men asking many questions. She was the love of that village. In fact many men admired her even the older men. Sasha used to go to her daily practice of choir lessons she enrolled in six years ago. She used to sing. Her voice was sweet as that of a bird. One day on her way to her station, I met her and as usual became curios and also we interacted. She was the prettiest girl had ever seen. Sasha became curious about and that she had not seen for a while. We talked for a while and made a promise to meet again the next day on the same spot. The next day came, I was already at the usual place waiting for her. I was lost in love. She had taken all my senses and captured my attention. After a short period she approached and, there she was angel of all angels. This was the day to propose to her because I had no minute to waste. We greeted each other, talked a little and there I gathered all my courage and proposed to her. I had to go an extra mile and seduce her. The girl was quiet for a moment, and she moved few stepped ahead of me. My heart sunk in disbelief. As I was contemplating how to rise up and carry my heavy heart, she ran back to my and embraced me. There I pulled her and hugged her closely. She whispered, “I love you too”. I was the happiest person. I felt like the only man alive at that moment. The word about the affair spread like wildfire in the bush. Soon I was summoned by my parents about the illicit affair. My mother was a staunch Christian and she was furious. This is because had eloped with my little “flower’’ was Muslim. I personally created excuses that she was just a friend but the village snitch had captured all the information about our secret meetings. I was warned and the parents of Sasha also intervened. They also were against the affair. I had loved her and I knew she felt the same. The only thing that kept the spirit was that I tried to be adamant but I ended up losing. Two weeks later I was taken to high school in another state. This was the end. Though I could not shed more tears, she was the one who wept but no one was on her rescues. The once love, lively story that Sasha and I dwindled and finally ended. The narrative. Once upon time there a lived a family in the Slopes Hilka. The name of the family was Feroze. Feroze family had a daughter whose name was Sasha. Sasha was beautiful and full of life. She was the light of the family. She was eloquent, and had glimmer in her eyes that could send men asking many questions. She was the love of that village. In fact many men admired her even the older men. Sasha used to go to her daily practice of choir lessons she enrolled in six years ago. She used to sing. Her voice was sweet as that of a.

1. Once upon time there a lived a family in the Slopes Hilka. The
name of the family was Feroze. Feroze family had a daughter
whose name was Sasha. Sasha was beautiful and full of life. She
was the light of the family. She was eloquent, and had glimmer
in her eyes that could send men asking many questions. She was
the love of that village. In fact many men admired her even the
older men. Sasha used to go to her daily practice of choir
lessons she enrolled in six years ago. She used to sing. Her
voice was sweet as that of a bird. One day on her way to her
station, I met her and as usual became curios and also we
interacted. She was the prettiest girl had ever seen. Sasha
became curious about and that she had not seen for a while. We
talked for a while and made a promise to meet again the next
day on the same spot.
The next day came, I was already at the usual place waiting for
her. I was lost in love. She had taken all my senses and captured
my attention. After a short period she approached and, there she
was angel of all angels. This was the day to propose to her
because I had no minute to waste. We greeted each other, talked
a little and there I gathered all my courage and proposed to her.
I had to go an extra mile and seduce her. The girl was quiet for
a moment, and she moved few stepped ahead of me. My heart
sunk in disbelief. As I was contemplating how to rise up and
carry my heavy heart, she ran back to my and embraced me.
There I pulled her and hugged her closely. She whispered, “I
love you too”. I was the happiest person. I felt like the only
man alive at that moment.
The word about the affair spread like wildfire in the bush. Soon
I was summoned by my parents about the illicit affair. My
mother was a staunch Christian and she was furious. This is
because had eloped with my little “flower’’ was Muslim. I
personally created excuses that she was just a friend but the
village snitch had captured all the information about our secret
meetings.

2. I was warned and the parents of Sasha also intervened. They
also were against the affair. I had loved her and I knew she felt
the same. The only thing that kept the spirit was that I tried to
be adamant but I ended up losing.
Two weeks later I was taken to high school in another state.
This was the end. Though I could not shed more tears, she was
the one who wept but no one was on her rescues. The once love,
lively story that Sasha and I dwindled and finally ended.
The narrative.
Once upon time there a lived a family in the Slopes Hilka. The
name of the family was Feroze. Feroze family had a daughter
whose name was Sasha. Sasha was beautiful and full of life. She
was the light of the family. She was eloquent, and had glimmer
in her eyes that could send men asking many questions. She was
the love of that village. In fact many men admired her even the
older men. Sasha used to go to her daily practice of choir
lessons she enrolled in six years ago. She used to sing. Her
voice was sweet as that of a bird. One day on her way to her
station, I met her and as usual became curios and also we
interacted. She was the prettiest girl had ever seen. Sasha
became curious about and that she had not seen for a while. We
talked for a while and made a promise to meet again the next
day on the same spot.
The next day came, I was already at the usual place waiting for
her. I was lost in love. She had taken all my senses and captured
my attention. After a short period she approached and, there she
was angel of all angels. This was the day to propose to her
because I had no minute to waste. We greeted each other, talked
a little and there I gathered all my courage and proposed to her.
I had to go an extra mile and seduce her. The girl was quiet for
a moment, and she moved few stepped ahead of me. My heart
sunk in disbelief. As I was contemplating how to rise up and

3. carry my heavy heart, she ran back to my and embraced me.
There I pulled her and hugged her closely. She whispered, “I
love you too”. I was the happiest person. I felt like the only
man alive at that moment.
The word about the affair spread like wildfire in the bush. Soon
I was summoned by my parents about the illicit affair. My
mother was a staunch Christian and she was furious. This is
because had eloped with my little “flower’’ was Muslim. I
personally created excuses that she was just a friend but the
village snitch had captured all the information about our secret
meetings.
I was warned and the parents of Sasha also intervened. They
also were against the affair. I had loved her and I knew she felt
the same. The only thing that kept the spirit was that I tried to
be adamant but I ended up losing.
Two weeks later I was taken to high school in another state.
This was the end. Though I could not shed more tears, she was
the one who wept but no one was on her rescues. The once love,
lively story that Sasha and I dwindled and finally ended.
Blog assignment.
The motive
False narrative involves those stories that have been told and
are not true. This is evidenced in the video when the narrator
himself says going to high school and he could not even speak
English. Freshmen are said to be facing a lot of problems for
example the physics area considered not to be female gender
subject as the film said. This is college in New York city.
Parents write emails and pretend to be their children. These and
among others are false narrative that have been speaking
1. The past does not relate to present and is not real because it
is based on subjective. The stories we chose about ourselves say
about life in that for example in this narrative I wrote about
love gone sour, it brings into life the philosophy that a boy has
to love and propose that girl and not the opposite or the other

4. way round.
2. The episodes talks about how one student was told to write an
essay using English and he never knew how to write it. He
ended reading novels and overcoming the barriers and becoming
knowledgeable with English language. He carried the
dictionary
The Emeri’s narrative according to his subjective show that he
survived though his neighbors were being shot. He simple says
he cannot remember his father.
The fortress was important to Emir Narrative because it talks
about a young man who overcomes the psychological anguish of
war only to emerge and found himself in society that does not
value the subversive implications of these qualities.
Emir should keep his story even if there is a new version that is
the original story and true. It talks about the life issues that
Emir faced.
Ms. Ames story show that she was concerned and responsible
and wanted to assist Emir get the best school and education by
even telling him to write an essay. The story show she is
responsible and hospitable
This story talks about life philosophy because it talks about the
endurance.