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One year, when I was children we decided to go to the Al-Badayer area which is in the desert, we went as a group, meaning with my grandmother, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins and my sisters, we decided to sit next to a deep hole, not very close but it was close even if a little, we had a bike a desert bike we used to ride around on it but with an adult.

Hours passed and it was noon and we decided to have lunch, my cousin and her sister decided to go to their father's family and their father's family was sitting after the hole, they decided to go to them on their bike, they went and reached them safely . After that they decided to take their cousin with them to go down to the hole and the hole was deep and something happened that was not expected, the bike flipped over with them.

And due to the severity of the accident we called the ambulance and they came to take them to the hospital and thank God they were fine. But my youngest cousin was in critical condition, because the iron had entered her spleen. She did not survive 24 hours before she passed away. May God have mercy on her She died.

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One day my big brother decided that we all go out to the desert so that we can all enjoy ourselves there. When we arrived at the desert, my brother got out of the car and my brother took the bike out of the car and asked who wanted to ride and I said I wanted to ride and I got on the bike while I was wearing the abaya .

While we were walking, my brother and I were on the bike and the abaya was bothering me and moving backwards and I was telling my brother to stop a little bit because I want to fix the abaya and after he stopped I fixed the abaya and then we continued on the road and my brother was speeding and we were laughing and we were enjoying and suddenly the abaya got stuck on the bike fire and it flipped over and I was in a coma and at that time I was on the verge of death and my brother was telling me to wake up Fatima wake up and thank Allah Allah protected me and I woke up and my face was full of dirt and dust and my brother helped me get up and we went back to the family and told them everything and they were terrified and then I washed my face which was full of dirt and that was it Lana taught me that no one should ride a bike while wearing an abaya, lest he be like me.

Thank Allah I am ne day my big brother decided that we will go out to the desert so that we can all enjoy our self there. When we arrived at the desert, my brother got out of the car and my brother took the bike out of the car and asked who wanted to ride and I said I want to ride and I got on the bike while I was wearing the abaya. While we were walking, my brother and I were on the bike and the abaya was bothering me and moving backwards and I was telling my brother to stop a little bit because I want to fix the abaya and after he stopped I fixed the abaya and then we continued on the road and my brother was speeding and we were laughing. And we were enjoying and suddenly the abaya got stuck on the bike fire and it flipped over and I was in a coma and at that time I was on the verge of death and my brother was telling me to wake up Fatima wake up and thank Allah, Allah protected me and I woke up and my face was full of dirt and dust and my brother helped me get up and we went back to the family and told them everything and they were terrified and then I washed my face which was full of dirt and that was it Lana told me that no one should ride a bike while wearing abaya, lest he be like me. Thank God I am good now .

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Last winter, me and my family visited Moscow-Russia.We went in the middle of New-years, so it was really crowded. We landed safely, but little did we know, that there was really bad traffic. The queue was really long. Anyways, we took a cab to the hotel, but guess what ? The cab could only take four passengers; we were six.

Moreover my dad told me if me and my sister Latifa could take a cab to the hotel by ourselves that was insane . "what the hell?" I said. But sadly , we went alone . It was a two hour ride.

However , it was great but believe me, it was my first time ever in a cab alone with just my sister . Not going to lie, I was terrified of the driver , but he was silent the whole time. I heard that in Moscow, the cab driver is not allowed to talk with the passenger, I really don't know why . I will never get in a cab alone.

In conclusion , I guess you now know my biggest fear .

Maitha Saeed 12G4

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Around a decade ago, my family and I were out spending some quality time together. We were out for almost the entire day in Dubai’s most glamorous mall.

After a very long day of spending money relentlessly, it was time to leave the mall since it was closing. We made our way into the exit, only to be stunned by the sight of locked doors with no way out. A wave of panic washed over me and I’d started to get concerned while my dad told me that there's no point in getting agitated. Staring at the dark, cold hallways made me even more terrified. It was way too empty considering the overcrowded hallways just a few minutes ago. After spending what felt like ages trying to find a way out, a tall man almost as tall as The Everest started approaching us. He began to conduct us towards the elevator, which eventually led us to the exit.

We made our way into the elevator, while my brother, who was throwing a tantrum (due to being scared of the dark), tripped and fell. We’d finally arrived at our car, which was by now parked in an extraordinarily empty parking lot. We drove away home and finally got tucked into bed.

To sum up, the experience of being in a dark, empty, and eminently large mall taught me to plan my time better and never lose track of time, right before the closing time of any public space.

A lesson was definitely taught that day.

-Maryam Rashed Alsumaiti 12g4

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There are many memories, but there is one memory that I will never forget in my life, this happend almost two years ago.

when I was fifteen years old on Friday I went with my family to my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in an old house and the doors are made of wood.

it was five o'clock and everyone had gone home except for me, my sister, and my uncle. I was sitting in the living room, my sister was outside in the kitchen and my uncle was washing his car. I needed to go to the bathroom so l locked the door twice when I was done I tried to open the door and it didn't open, I tried, again and again, I screamed for someone to help me but no one answered and they were all outside, I didn't have a phone call for help. After 10 minutes I heard my uncle calling for me and he heard noises in the bathroom. He knew I was in there and got stuck and at the end he maneged to get me out and i was so scared. However I learned the lesson.

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When I was 8 years old, me and my father went to the Zoo; we saw a lot of animals, It was my idea I thought that it would be fun , but sadly, I was really afraid.

When we were exploring the place, we saw a lot of monkeys, My dad was recording them, they jumped and tried to take my dad’s phone. I started crying as a baby so my father said that we should leave because, it’s not fun anymore.

I was really scared back at the time, but now when I remember it, I find it really funny.

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Last summer, my parents and I went to a hotel in Ras Al Khaimah . When we arrived, they told us that there was an issue with the room that my father booked for us, however they gave us a two separate rooms. When my father delivered the bad news, I panicked and I almost started crying as a little baby . I was scared because my sister did not come with us and I am scared to stay alone, especially  at night.

I stayed in my parents room all day and all what I was thinking about is how I will sleep alone tonight. I went to my room trying to sleep but I was so scared. However, I tried to call my mom to stay with me intel I fell asleep.

My mom came into my room and she saw all the lights were on and I’m crying, so she stayed with me all night and I felt safe and I slept well.

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Seven years ago, we moved away from my grandparents house to live in a bigger and prettier house; even though I had my own bedroom, I couldn’t spend a night without my brothers.

Before we moved in here, I used to sleep with my brothers in one bedroom, so it wasn’t that easy for me to sleep in my new bedroom all by myself.

Until I became in grade six, my parents were trying to support me to move into my own bedroom.

My bedroom was so small with cute pinky dolls and some accessories with small pink furniture that made it look so adorable, that’s why I wasn’t that afraid once I walked into my bedroom for the first time.

My first night was the first time I met my roommate.

That night, I was so tired, so I went to sleep earlier than usual, but before I closed my eyes, I heard something from under my bed; It was mostly like a dog snoring, firstly I thought it was from the Air Conditioning, but once I started hearing it clearly, my oldest brother came to check on me if I was asleep.

He started hearing the same noises, so he thought it was from the air conditioning too. He didn’t even care about it knowing that it will stop soon.

Well I couldn’t even close my eyes that night, I was so annoyed from these noises, so

Once I woke up to check under the bed, the sound just stopped.

The next night my accessories started moving by itself. Can’t say it’s from the wind or just a prank, it literally moves all by itself.

You know, I think I’m finally used to having a roommate for six years, what makes me feel safe is that I already know who my roommate is.

Sorry it’s my little secret.

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In the holiday , I was sitting with my dad and mom we were watching tv and eating snacks. My dad said “l think I have a stomck heart “ , so many so my mom tell my dad . “ Go to the hospital “. He didn’t go by the way and I went to my room to sleep

Then , I heard my mom screaming and tell me to call the ambulance, your dad is falling on the floor . I was crying . I called the ambulance; they took him to the hospital.

I was crying and I felt very scared and worried about him . It’s the first time . Finally, my dad went out from the hospital . It was the worst day ever.

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when I was small , I went to a trip with my school friends to the zoo. I couldn’t wait to see the animals,But my enthusiasm turned into fear when I encountered some dangerous animals. In the area of lions and predatory tigers, my heartbeat raced, despite the protective glass but I challenged to stay and watch them eat fierce. After that, we entered the house of the reptile to visit some snakes to challenge my fears. I heard scary stories about snakes, and although I was safely behind the glass, I could not get rid of the feeling of fear. But I challenged myself and took a picture with a huge yellow snake and I think the feeling of fear decreased and I enjoyed my time. In the end, the trip taught me lessons about the brave and animal exploration. While I was scared, I also felt a deep sense of wonder, and I learned that facing fears makes us strong for the challenges coming in our lives.

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when I was small ,I was afraid of my unecle. His neme is Hamad ,he was like a loin (and blievem, he made us feel scared!)

The way he shauted with us is what mad me Kraueand saulnte all the day, he angry of my cousine but my samll cousine she not scurd of thim , that pount make my uncle a shaute all the time and he be angry too , all my family they know when my uncle angry all of us we stay quietly. On one day , also , I wrote to him the most beautiful message, on whatsapp, I route , holle uncle hamad I want like to say for you same thing , I hope you dont get nervous and angry of me , I like you when you are calm and nice , also the time and lam so sorry of this message but you should to know of that point .

Thus , to sum up, uncle Hamad , Trunchul, like his face , was like the flowers and smart man with us .

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When I was in 5th grade, I had a scary experience. It started when I was sick, I went to my grandma's room to sleep, I fell asleep fast like a baby. My grandma but some coal under her clothes, as soon as she came out of the room, the fire was as fast as light and ate everything in the room.

And I was smelling something burning in the room, but I was still sleeping in my grandma bed. I could smell something burning in the room, but I was still sleeping in my grandma's bed.

I thought I was dreaming,I didn't know what was happening around me until I felt the heat of the fire and screamed loudly Fire, fire, ... And I was running like a crazy person to my aunt room,

But no one believed me that the room was burning, and they were laughing until they smelled something burning, so, we called the Firefighters. and they did their job good.

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I remember feeling a knot in my stomach the first time I realized how afraid I was of letting down my loved one. We were just hanging out in a quiet place, and I felt this overwhelming pressure to do everything perfectly, fearing that if I didn’t, I’d risk losing their trust and affection. It wasn’t just a one-time thing it became a pattern over the years. I started putting their needs ahead of my own, constantly trying to make them happy even if it meant sacrificing my own well-being. I would go out of my way to avoid conflict or disappointment, thinking that the only way to keep them around was to be exactly what they wanted.

Looking back, I realize how much that fear shaped my actions and decisions. Instead of standing up for what I truly wanted or needed, I was driven by the fear of losing someone important to me. I learned the hard way that true connections aren’t built on fear and perfection, but on trust, mutual respect, and being genuine. It took me a long time to understand that trying to please others at the expense of my own well-being wasn’t a healthy way to form relationships.

Now, I know that real closeness comes from being true to yourself and trusting others to accept you for who you really are.   At end you can't please everyone…. and trying to do so will only make you lose yourself!

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When I was small, I was afraid of dark rooms imagining all sorts of monsters lurking in the shadows. The silence would amplify every creak and rustle and I would often lie awake clutching my blanket tightly hoping morning would come quickly. My imagination ran wild painting eerie pictures in the corners of the room. As I grew up those dark rooms transformed.

Sometimes, I would close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if a monster really did leap out at me. but it took time for me to understand that the dark wasn’t something to be afraid of.

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When i was a kid, I was afraid of spiders, Whenever i found a spider in my room at night, I would never go to sleep until its gone, I was terrified of spiders.

I always had my mom or my older sister come into my room, and check if the spider was still there or if it was gone, I would freeze in place, My heart started racing as i imagined it crawling toward me.

My mom and sister tried to comfort me, telling me that most spiders were harmless.

But i still couldnt face my fear. I will still always be afraid of them

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When I was small , I was afraid of my Arabic teacher . Her name was Miss Fawzya . She told us if you do anyyhing , like talking or playing in the class , also if you go to the bathroom , she would shout at you . She made us cry . The way she shouted at us all class made me afraid from her . Also , we hate her , to teach us . She is an angry person she have a angryissues . She took it out on everyone around her . One day , we were playing outside the playground and we were happy . Suddenly , she came and shouted and we were afraid from her and her noisy voice . this was in grade 2 but finally alhamdulilah I went from that school .

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When I was small, I was afraid of my nightmares, When I sleep, I wake up scared from my nightmare. I find my self out of my bed room. I used to sleep walk.

Once I sleep then when I wake I realize I’m not on my bed. I was near the kitchen, so I felt very scared. I was Knocking the door with all my power, but no one heard me, so I went up to my bed room siting I open the light I stayed a wake until the sunrise.

My parents put a speaker, so they can hear me when I sleep walk. I think it was a good idea for me.

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When I was 13 years old , I was sitting in the room with my sister and we were playing suddenly, my brother entered the room and said my father he had a seizure and they called the ambulance.

We were very shocked. We immediately went to my father’s room and we waited for the ambulance with great anxiety and tension and calm down a bit and in a few minutes finally, the ambulance arrived, he was diagnosed immediately and we went to the hospital.

I was the one with him and the paramedic was asking me some questions about my dad. We arrived at the hospital.

My mom arrived a few minutes after us, and after one day he left the hospital and this was my worst day .

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When I was in grade 5 , I was scared of science , not because the teacher was bad or scary , no its because I was stupid ; I was as stupid as a 5 year old kid.

I didn’t understand anything the teacher was saying in class and not understanding scared me. Seeing all the girls’ participate in class and getting good marks in they’re exams’ made me feel sad and insecure about myself , because I always thought that the other girls’ in my class are better then me , so I just never tried being better.

One time , we had an exam and I decided to study , and I studied hard , like really hard to get a good mark . On the exam day I was scared like a mouse running away from a cat , I really wanted to cry but I sucked up my tears back in to my eyes and started my exam . After a while I finished my exam and gave it to my teacher . On the results day I was nervous , bad thoughts’ kept coming in my head but I ignored them , when the teacher said my name my heart beats went high , I was expecting her to say 14 out of 20 , but instead she said : 20\20.

I found out that science is not scary , it turned out to be fun when you understand it. But a new fear was born called “ Failing “