My student's narrative.

 Assalamoalikum. Below is an essay written by one of my students for O'level English. It is one of her initial attempts and she has done a pretty convincing effort. The topic has been chosen from one of O'level English's past papers. One very important reason for posting this essay is the variety of sentence lengths she has added to her discourse which is, of course, one very important aspect of a good piece of writing.

Do give it a read!

Write an essay which includes the sentence; I hadn’t talked to my sister in a while, but on this occasion, I just had to call her.

I can forget everything but that day. Five years ago, I was in the hospital weeping profusely. Asking the doctors about my mother's health but there was no response. I had no one to share my grief with. We had moved to another city after my younger sister, Maha, unjustly occupied our house, a share of my mother from my late father’s inheritance. she was living a luxurious life but her childhood greed never ceased to deprive others of their rights.

We hardly had a penny. I searched everywhere for a reasonable job, but failed. We had no place to live either. Miraculously, we found a man, kind enough to offer us free residence for a few months. Days later, I found a job. The salary was minimum, but enough to feed us twice a day.

One fine day, when I returned home from work. My mother laid unconscious. We rushed to the hospital. It was a heart attack. I couldn't comprehend the situation. The attack was serious! She had to be kept in the ICU.

I had no money to pay the hospital bills. The doctors broke the bad news that they instantly need to do an open-heart surgery and there was no other choice. 5 Lacs were required to cover all the expenses.

I panicked!

I knocked every door and pleaded every person who could help me, but most refused. The situation kept worsening. It was like solving a jigsaw puzzle with two pieces missing. Life takes unpredictable turns. From finally settling down in a stranger city to welcoming another bunch of ordeals, completely uninvited, I felt supremely challenged.

I hadn't talk to my sister in a while, but on this occasion, I just had to call her. I had no other option. I described her what our mother is suffering through and that I couldn't afford her a surgery. Surprisingly, Maha too had the emotions of a daughter and a sister under her. She consoled me as I was crying and arrived within a few hours. she paid the bills and couldn’t control her tears, when she saw our mother. My sister was regretting her decisions and she apologized.

Apologizing takes courage, I must say.

My mother was taken into the operation theatre, after all the payments were cleared. Time had finally come. We kept praying continuously.

After a few hours, the doctor entered with a huge smile on his face and congratulated us. The operation was a success!

We returned. To our real home, our father’s house. Life was kind, then.

Written by: Dua Bhatti
Rechecked and Edited by: Rabeea Sangani