Writings by Rabeea Sangani

  Its half past eight, in the morning. The classroom seemed like a newly opened shop where things were being distributed for free. The air was filled with the rustles of turning pages and screeches of wooden chairs. Students were chattering about the previous day’s homework and trying to predict sir Jarrar’s reaction to their incomplete assignments and poorly learned tests. Some inquired others in search of guidance. Others, agreeing upon a more individualistic approach, were trying to make g rammatical connections between words of a literary(german) text. Most of the students struggled with this part, since German isn’t our native language and it had only been a while that we had come to know of its technicalities. We were in, what I would rather call, a familiarisation phase. Where German terms had steadily become a part of our routine although, haven’t adequately manifested upon us their meaning. Meanwhile, Minal had entered in the class. She had been the first person t...