Is it one of the magical encounters? I fell in a universe that doesn’t even exist; in my position I was the immortal one between millions of trapped dead souls. Understanding the reality of spirituality with the deepest connection of the human world.

 

We always think about life after death and those souls are always circling and roaming around. There is something mysterious about a human being soul that never dies, or the reality is that there is life after death as many people said. Thus, this implies that the soul is an integral element of the body and that the two are inseparable. We are curious, as people always try to seek out and try to find the truth.

 

I can call it a miracle, as soon as the glass shattered into million pieces dust particles flew everywhere it just looked like a sandstorm was swarming. A cryptic person just popped out of nowhere in the matter of a minute, I was just really shocked and didn’t know how to react or what will I really expect. The issue is that he was a mute person, so I just stood there gazing at him. Back to reality, it just appeared that I was dreaming, and I had the strangest sleep paralysis.

 

The concept of after life now will haunt me through every second that will pass on till I become one of those trapped souls and my existence will get vanished_.

Alyaziya Ahmed 12/F
A life - Changing moment
Have you ever lost someone and tried to forget about them just to have everything come flooding back to you in an eyeblink? It was July 3, 2020, last summer. After two years of re-existing, this was the day I lost myself again.

That day, I visited our old family house, which I hadn't visited since our dear grandfather passed away. As soon as I walked through the door, I recalled all of our shared moments, and every single part of the house brought back vivid recollections. I believed I could hear the echo of his laughing, but I knew it was a trick of the mind. I hadn't laughed in this place in what seemed like a lifetime.

 As my mother and I were tidying up the house and looking up for our old family photos, a huge box fell on me. All I found when I opened the box were my letters to him and photos of us together. I will never forget my heart dropping and feeling a thump inside me, and being so surprised that I couldn't even begin to believe what I just saw. I couldn't believe my grandfather saved these things and even cared about them. This demonstrated how much he appreciates and cares about me, as well as how close we were together. 

It's been two years since he left us, and it still feels like yesterday. There isn't a single day that goes by without thinking of him. As much as it hurts me, I am grateful that God chose me to be his granddaughter.
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Alyazia salem

Imagine a dead person coming back to life because of you , I never thought cleaning an attic would change my whole life.

Cleaning through the attic i found broken glass laying around the room with different names on them , after picking one up and dropping it by mistake a life changing incident happened.

Suddenly, in the matter of a minute i had a dead person standing in front of me , the feeling of frighten and anarchy was all over me ,  I was asking myself different kinds of questions trying to tolerate what just happened, how did it happen ? was my to question , but asking the person about information and them laughing, made me doubtful.

Did I bring a dead person back to life or did i die and this is after life , I guess i’ll never know.

shamma Mahmoud
 LOST SOUL
Once airy, solitary and lofty, I entered the attic. Roaming around the room trying to find something I’m not sure about, I found a box of glass balls with names on them. Accidentally, the glass ball shattered violently as if a person had exploded inside. 

A crumpled piece of paper slowly started to unfold. Memories are like books in dust that remain a long time shut and need to be open from time to time. Azalea, was that one person who would come and fill your day with happiness but she was gone for 3 years and now she is standing right in front of me.

"I was never dead. I was fooled, I was lost like a river going into an unknown sea, but I found my way back," she said. She was kidnapped and manipulated after school until she discovered where she was and how long she had been absent. She assured me that because we have so much time ahead of us, we will catch up on the minor stuff.           

I was as frozen as Elsa’s heart before it melted. I've gotten my closest friend back; it's like being cut in half and rebuilt again when you thought you'd lost someone forever and they suddenly reappeared whole and well.
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Maryam Hassan
( coming back from the dead)

As i was cleaning the attic, glass shattered so loud, suddenly someone appeared and it was my dead grandfather, i was shocked and said to myself “ my grandfather is dead how is that possible “ my heart started beating up so fast like drums, then i said out loudly who are you he kept silent for few seconds then said im your grandfather i responded my grandfather is dead. i was about to call my mom but he told me to not to, i was scared. he started saying that he wasn’t dead the whole time, I couldn’t cry even though i wanted to cry because i was shocked.

He started to explain everything what really happened, I couldn’t say any word, i was speechless I didn’t know what to say, he kept waiting for my respond but i kept silent 

I had never been so afraid, i said we have to tell someone he kept refusing, but i insisted then we went up stairs and when my family saw my grandfather they stopped what they were doing.

Shattered glass

 
While cleaning my attic, it’s when it all started. my happiness, my smile came back, finally !

I found the most thing that makes me happy ever,

And suddenly it was all gone.

 

My grandfather who lived with us my whole died on the 3^rd of November out of no where the house burned! so we had to move to a new house that is far away from the city, it was an mansion house, but cheap ! So we didn’t think twice about the consequences and bought it.

I went to explore the dirty attic that seems so old,

 I was thinking sadly, my dad came and warned me to not touch anything, but I didn’t care about what he said, as I was cleaning I suddenly broke a glass and a huge dust came to my face and I inhaled it, after few seconds, I felt like it’s a dream.

I went to a different dimension such as the best dreams I have, takes me away from the reality.

But every time I want to go there I have to hurt a family member.

And inhale that dust, I didn’t think twice, that’s not me I care about my family more than anything. Idk what’s that thing on mind what’s that dust and why am I taking it? The only thing I know that it makes me happy.

My family says that I’ve changed since we moved to this house and I’m always in the attic

One day they kept shouting on me and I was not on my sense obviously. I took the glass that was on the floor and shoved it into their chest.

 

I wish I never went to that attic, I wish I never obeyed my dad. 

That thing that was playing with my head is the devil,

And that dust was drug and I didn’t know!

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Moza Hassan

 My Soul relived

Well she came back? While I was cleaning the attic ,I found a box of glass balls with names of my favorite people on them. As soon as I held the one with my grandmother’s name, it fell and shattered and I saw her face again it was like a dream come true.

 I saw her happy face, her laughter was the reason I I lived for. To see my grandmother’s face after she passed away. I cried but it gave me a new reason to live, to keep going.

I showed her how much I have grown I told her your little girl is now a senior in high school and how much my heart shattered when she left this world everything has changed the tea flavor at her house the simplest things I smiled she looked at me and waved its like my fear of her leaving came she left and this moment and I woke up from my rough dream.

I told my best friend about this dream because she was the only one that would believe me she said your grandmother is at a better place now and that her smile in the dream means that she is proud of you I felt like my soul was relived and I promised since that day that I would do everything to make my grandmother proud.

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Aisha Yousif 12-F

“Mariam, 1892-1967”, I saw this name written on a glistening crystal ball in an old box as I was cleaning the dusty attic of my house. I tried to pick it up, but it slipped out of my grip and shattered into tiny pieces. I shifted away in search for a vacuum cleaner to clean the mess I just made, I was startled as I heard footsteps stepping on the glass behind me. 

 

I turned around as I saw an old lady standing there, her face was pale, and wrinkles were covering the entirety of her face and down to her neck, her hair was white and grey, and the scent of flowers was spreading across the room. “Who are you?” I asked her surprised at this unusual occurrence, she looked at me doubtfully and said with a mocking laugh: “I am the one who should be asking, what are you doing here, and why is my attic filthy with dust?”

She snatched the broom as I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and started to clean the shattered glass. She sat with disbelief in her eyes as I explained to her how this machine works and what year it is and how she appeared from a crystal ball. Then I later found out that she was my great grandmother that has passed away years ago. 

 

The sun was about to set, yellow and orange rays of sunlight passed through the windows of the attic. I started to feel exhausted as I rested my head of my great grandmother’s lap. Some time passed, and I woke up finding the whole attic clean, I looked around for her and saw no one, I looked for the box with crystal balls and it was gone.
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Nouf Amir 12F
 The Haunting Episode  
I woke up with a headache; the pain in my head roared louder like someone had turned the volume knob to its fullest. My alarm goes off; it was like an irritating siren; I struggled to get out of bed due to last night. My thoughts were racing and the overloaded feelings couldn't rest my eyes. 
It was moving the in day. I started the car to warm it up while I gathered the rest of my belongings. All was adjusted and I hit the road. A 4-hour ride? "That's too much," I thought. Suddenly, a violent downpour interrupts my thoughts, and the pounding rain on the windshield sounds like it's ready to cave in. I turn up the volume and keep on driving. 

I could smell the dust as I entered the house. It seemed like no human had stepped in here in ages. It was so quiet you could hear your blood flowing. I keep wandering around, my eyes caught on an opened door. Glass balls were all over with names on them. I hunched I'm not alone. I carefully lift a ball abruptly, thunder strikes the glass shattered all around in an eye blink I can see a man or a ghost; maybe. Adrenaline fills my body and I run; all doors shut at once. I stop. It's silent again. I can hear footsteps now I throw myself on the front door and rush to the car for dear life. 

What began as a day of fulfillment turned into a terrifying experience. I still remember the image of it, and it haunts me in my dreams every night. I'm guessing it will take me a while, if not never, to forget this horrific episode.

Hamda Saif 12-F
imprisoned in a glass ball
It had been a long time since I'd been up in the attic. I remember thinking about going back up there to clean and relive some memories. I cautiously went up the ladder after pulling the rope down. I sneezed as dust rushed into my nostrils as I went higher, brushing the dust away.

I sat down after grabbing the first box which was full of old photographs. Some I recognized, such as the dates of my family births, while others were unfamiliar to me. I never met my grandfather as a youngster since he died before I was born and I never had the opportunity to meet him. So, when I mentioned the others were new to me, I meant he was one of the males in the photo, as his name was written down.

I decided to look through the remainder of my grandfather's belongings. One of the boxes was packed with eerie glass balls that also had his and other people's names on them. Perhaps there was a tale behind the package of glass balls, since one of them appeared to bear his name. I was picking them up to see what they were like when I dropped one accidentally and my grandfather appeared as soon as it shattered, I was convinced I was having hallucinations. I couldn't believe I'd finally had the opportunity to meet such a wonderful soul.

Maybe it wasn't just a coincidence that I set my mind on something, as if there was something telling me to clean the attic for a long time, as if a ghost was beckoning me to do so. All that counts is that I have my grandfather back.


Fatima Yousif 12f
Last Moments
Have you ever missed someone special to you? I have however, I haven’t seen my grandmother in 2 years due to Covid. Her condition was very bad due to her cancer, so it was very hard to visit her.

On every Thursday morning, my sisters and I go on a getaway. This current Thursday, while searching for a traveling bag, I went to the basement and to my amazement I saw a basket with a clear crystal ball filled with names. I did not put any thoughts into it and quickly moved it to the side, but I accidently dropped the ball. “Grandma I yelled” shocked, surprised, happy is all I felt. 

My grandmother who I haven’t seen for 2 years just came out from a glass ball, I couldn’t believe what I saw. I immediately hugged her tightly, I’ve missed you grandma is what I told her. Grandma told me to stay quiet since it’s a surprise, she talked about how she misses us and asked a lot of questions. Suddenly grandma said she must leave I wondered why. The next day we got a call that grandma died due to a heart attack.

I couldn’t handle the news, no one could. Later, I remembered how lucky I was to have these last few words with grandma. I told my sisters about what happened the other night, but they wouldn’t believe me, that’s why you should cherish every moment you have with your beloved ones before you lose them.

 


Salma Tayseer 12F

 

In the basement of my house at 9:30 PM in a quiet night , I was cleaning the Attic and singing in an insane way.  While I clean, I saw a large box of glass-balls but as I walked into the store to put the box on the table, instantly My foot stumbled on a stone and then the glass balls fell out of the box. At the same time, something strange appeared to me that I could hardly describe. Looks like a ghost that's all I can say to describe it. I screamed loudly and said “ help “ .  When I look up straight to see it’s face . It looks like my cousin that passed away 10 months ago. I said in a low voice “ who are you “. The ghost replied “I am your cousin’s soul “ . I said, “What do you want from me?” She said, “I want you to take good care of my children and always pray for me and tell my eldest daughter that I am in the paradise of bliss and I want her to be for her brothers and sisters, mother and older sister.” After that, the ghost completely disappeared and I was still afraid of the horror of the sight But I went out and I ran quickly to my room and sat for a long time thinking about it until I fell asleep.

 

I searched all day but I still didn’t find anything but I went to the old storage room in my parents house the place was not cleaned for years there was a lot of dust and dirt all over the place boxes everywhere and I didn’t know were to start searching I tried to switch on the lights but they were all not working so I started searching through all the boxes and I still didn’t find anything when I got to the last box I was frustrated so much that I kicked the box but I suddenly herd glass braking and when I checked I saw a broken glass vase that belonged to my grand mother .

That day I learned a valuable lesson that you should never take your frustrations and anger on anything or any person because you can lose something valuable.
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Abdelaziz Ahmed 
Grandfather’s memories of glass   

At September of every year my grandfather sends one of his four grandchildren to clean the dusty attic. And this year was my turn to clean it so I have started cleaning the attic while being eager to finish cleaning as soon as possible so that I can watch the football game at the afternoon of that day.

After a hole hour of cleaning, I reached the last area at the corner of the attic , there was a box that I have never seen before so I asked my older brother if has seen it last year when it was his turn to clean the attic and he said I haven’t  . I wasn’t surprised so I returned back to clean with an even faster rate .

When cleaning I was bumping into thing and they would fall but nothing was of great value to worry about . I reached the box and started moving it aggressively when suddenly I heard a sound of glass breaking . I was nervous so to make sure of everything I opened the box and saw a piece of paper with my great grandfather’s name on it and that’s when I realized that I was being selfish and smashed an important memory of my grandfather . 

At that moment I rushed to my grandfather’s side to tell him of what happened and to apologies , and when I approached him, he saw my face being pale and as I started explaining the situation all of my family started laughing hysterically . While being shocked  he told me that it was a test to see if I was going to lie and hide from him or tell him the truth . 

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An Old Friend, by Zeerak Kamil

What would you do if your dead best friend magically appeared in front of you? It was an uneventful, boring Tuesday morning. With nothing to do, the only thing I could think of doing was to clean the house.

After I was done cleaning, I remembered that there was one place that had been left untouched from the day my parents died; the Attic. Just the thought of tidying up that room was daunting. Alas, I gathered up the courage and went up there. As I gazed upon the century old forgotten boxes, alone chest stood out to me. I got curious and opened the chest. Inside, I found a glass ball which felt unreal. I picked it up and as I did, an earthquake occurred. "Oh no", that was the only thought that crossed my mind as the ball slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Myst engulfed the entire attic, and a familiar figure appeared in front of me. Shockingly, it was my best friend who now stood there in front of me. I couldn't react, I didn't know what to say or how to act but the feeling of joy filled me as I heard him say, "Long time no see, buddy." 

I cried tears of happiness. Even though I didn't understand what was actually happening, it didn't stop me from reminiscing with my old friend as if he never left. Whether in life or death, nothing stops two friends from being, well, friends.
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by: omar alaa 12G
It was on the eleventh of February 1977 where it all happened. I woke up late Saturday morning having to do my monthly chores, that day I decided to clean the attic, so I can turn it into an entertainment room. 

I went to the attic and opened the blinds and found the boxes for the trash pile and the other stuff. Suddenly, I noticed a big wooden box and  I remembered the old stories, my father told me about my great grandfather.  He used to be a pirate. I used to fight over this and always used to tell him as a kid that, "there is no way I am related to a pirate", and he always laughed it off. 

I decided to open the treasure box and as I opened it, I saw so many crystal balls that were as shiny as diamonds. They felt ominous and beautiful. I decided to hold one up, it almost felt like silk but suddenly it slipped out of my hands and shattered. 

On the ground smoke was released heavily into the room, and suddenly I saw man standing in the of in room wearing pirate clothes and holding a sword finally  I scream loudly who are you he looked at me and said come down I'll never hurt my grand grand grandson, but I need your help I answer confused who are you and how did you come here he dropped his sword on the ground and said slowly that he is my grand grand grandfather and that he is a pirate and that once upon a time it he and his crew came across the Pirate box that was behind me, and how when he open it he and is crew where trapped inside of it , and then he finally said that over all the years he could still here everything that was going on. I answer him no way he quickly said there is no time kid please get me salt and sugar, so I can put it over myself and the globes, so I can spot this, and I'll give you the location of my Berry treasure I agreed and gave him salt and sugar and that's the story of how I found a multi-million dollars in gold, silver and, diamonds


Eisa Majid

Four years ago me and my cousin used to be together all the time. We loved playing in the basement a lot especially horror games.

One day, I called my cousin to come to our house and play a new horror game in the basement. While we were playing we found a basket full of glass balls with names on it. We felt sleepy and my cousin wanted to go back to his home, but it was late and he couldn't go because he was very afraid from the horror game we played.

It was the middle of the night and the road was dark. But we called his mother and told her to let him sleep in my house, But she didn’t accept and then she came by car and took him from our house , That night i couldn’t sleep because i was scared and also my cousin he try to sleep but he couldn’t , The most big problem that in Sunday we have school and we sleep on morning then weak up in evenings.

My mother and his was were very angry from us, And they punished us by not playing PlayStation for a month. This is a punishment for us, and this is a lesson to not let your little brothers to play this kind of games when they are so young.

Shadi Ahmad 
the creepy attic 
As the glass shattered a person appeared out of thin air and I was terrified. Every week my brother and I have a schedule of chores that we need to do throughout the week, at Wednesday it was my turn to do the chores sadly it involved cleaning the attic that none of my family members entered since we moved in this house. 

 

We bought this house from an old lady who lived alone and barely talked to anyone. She didn’t want to sell the house but she was forced out of country. Most people said she was living alone because all her family died at once except her as if she killed them. So, I run up to the attic and started cleaning there I found out that the attic is split in half by the sunlight as if there was a wall in the middle. I started cleaning and found a lot of antiques and other stuff.

 

As I was cleaning, I found an old box which was filled with glass balls each one had a name on the them, at first, I thought nothing of it until I read the names on glass balls, it had the names of the old lady’s family members, then I thought it’s maybe a something they made together but I never found her name. I put the box on the side and completed cleaning but I mistakenly hit the box with the broom and one of the glass balls broke suddenly a person appeared out of thin air and told me “Free us!!” “Free us!!” and suddenly it withered away.

 

Before we took the house, I had a feeling in me that there was something wrong with old lady. I told myself I knew it she killed her family and trapped their souls in these glass balls, I thought to myself am going to break all the glass balls to let the trapped souls out.

While I was cleaning an attic of an old dusty home that have been forgotten about for years on end and said to be haunted, I found a box of glass balls with names on them, I accidentally dropped one, and as soon as it shattered the room turned ice cold and I could barely breathe.

 

I was surprised and taken back and wondered ‘’ Is this house really haunted? Am I about to witness something that no one has proof of actually existing?” suddenly my high school friend showed up that has been missing since I was 17, at that moment I questioned my sanity and vision, he was unconscious, but it was him he really has been in here for all those years! 

I began inspecting the other glass balls and each of them had a different name on it, I recognized some of the names as people that were declared as missing or even dead, my friend suddenly woke up and yelled” Run Saif run!’’, at that moment I noticed a weird and scary looking figure that was standing right behind me!, at that moment I ran so fast that it was almost like the first time that I truly ran in my life.

 

I called the police and told them everything, they came immediately and when I told them my story, they thought I was going insane, but they accepted to go in and check with me when we went down to the attic It was entirely empty! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I was sure of what I saw and till this day I think about it every night ''What happened to my friend? Am I next in line?'' 

Saif Babay
Mother's Chocolate bar

My mother passed away, leaving her 2 bedroom wooden cottage house near the shoreline, her favorite place in the small house was the kitchen. Looking at it now, it was weird how much she loved chocolate almost as if she was a child herself. As I walked near the oven I could feel a hallowed space under my foot, I got down on one knee to examine the loose wooden board and pulled it out. 

 

I carefully took the box out and set it on the kitchen counter, it was surprisingly heavy for a rusty wooden box. I slowly opened it and saw a crystal ball which was almost the size of my fist. I reached in to touch it and abruptly everything went blank! I found myself in a rural village, which was being burned down. I saw two people running into my direction and went through me as if I was a ghost. I quickly followed them, they somehow looked similar to my grandparents but way younger. I suddenly realized; this is the memory of my mother escaping her homeland.

 

My grandparents made their journey towards the yellow sea where a US naval ship was waiting to take them to safety. It only took two weeks to get to the shoreline and they weren't able to carry much food with them. My mother’s shrieking cries showed that she was in agony from hunger and thirst, I couldn't bear to see the pain she was in. Then I heard my grandparents thinking to drown her as it would be better than to starve her to death. They both wept as they headed to the edge of the ship intending to slip their baby girl over the railing.
 
 All I could do was watch in horror when all of a sudden a couple of American soldiers stopped them, one of them reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar and handed it to my mother. I found myself back in the cottage, I looked inside the box once more and saw the same chocolate bar the soldier gave to my mother. I held it quietly. Unwrapping the bar that I once hated cause it was dark chocolate, I took a bite. A tear rolled down my cheek as I enjoyed that sweet yet bitter bar, as I could feel my mother’s presence at that very moment.

Mohammed Ali Alabdouli 12E
The mystery attic
As I was cleaning my Attic I spotted a box of glass balls. As I dragged it back to analyze it ,one fell on the floor, slipped to the gold books on the side of the attic.

The box was full of vintage Shoes from the 80s. I was glad that I've found  the books because my dad was searching for the books for many years. As I was looking in the books I suddenly brook the glass boll that was on the floor, and her comes the shock. 

Suddenly, a ghost came out of it, started staring on me and telling me the two wishes that I pray for everyday will soon be real. As I was in a big shock I felt on the floor and unconscious. 

After a few minutes after losing consciousness, I woke up and the ghost wasn’t there, I let out a breath and moved up towards my room. I quietly shut the door behind me and got rid of all the glass bolls in the attic.

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Abdulla Ahmed Rajih Alkaabi
Years ago when I was in grade 5, I didn’t know what was the meaning of true friendship and its difference between a friend and a colleague or a classmate. Till grade 5 most of my classmates were just friends with benefits, I don’t have a best friend and am used to play with my cousin only. 

One day I met a boy called Muhammad and his friend Adam, I saw how they treated each other and how they had this very close friend relationship. Then I asked them how they are that close, so they told me that they are best friends and they had the same interests and they had fun with each other even outside of school for example in a mall or going out for some food.

 So I understood the meaning of friendship and I learned the morals and it made a huge impact on my life. I knew the difference between a real friend and a classmate. Now I have many classmates and we treat each other good but we are friends with benefits and I have some friends which are my classmates that I’m not so close to but we are friends and there are really close friends.
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 Abdulrahman Musaab 
The Dead Never Come Back

 

 The dead never come back. This is a fact that everyone in the world knows. Nobody challenges this universal truth.

   I was in the attic on a cold winter morning, just after my 13^th birthday, cleaning the dust off the miscellaneous belongings stashed haphazardly into every nook and cranny. Eventually, I noticed a box I had never seen before. It appeared to be completely unmarked, as well as strangely clean compared to everything else in the attic. I opened up the box and slowly peered into it. Inside were ten glass balls, all about the size of a tennis ball. I picked one up to inspect it closer but accidentally dropped it. I instinctively shut my eyes, and when they opened, my dead father was standing in front of me, revived.

   “Dad?!” I exclaimed.

   My father stayed silent. He seemed pensive but that wasn’t a concern to me then. I bolted back to the box and started smashing the rest of the glass balls. More family members appeared: my grandmother, my aunt, a cousin that died young. Nothing could match the feeling I felt then. Being reunited with so many loved ones was the happiest moment of my life.

   Now that they were all free, I looked back at them. They all had the same look of melancholy, yet I couldn’t figure out why. I peered back at my father and saw that he was slowly fading away. I jolted awake. The dead never come back. 

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Yazan jeedella 12-e
An heirloom

What was that? It was the sound of glass shattering in the air while silence filled the attic. My hands shivered while the throbbing of my heart kept beating intensely. Sweat began pooling in my shoulders, and thoughts overwhelming my brain. No, I dropped it. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

 

Discouragement and sadness couldn’t help me in these situations. Thus, coming clean became the best outcome. but what will happen when I bring this disappointing news to the family. As I try to become to terms with my own mistake, there is suddenly a presence forming into a figure. Shadows combing to become what seems to be a human being, it was unreal as if my brain had been playing tricks on itself. I am filled with fear until I recognize that this “shadow person” is someone I know. Could it be my grandmother? How on earth can this possibly happen? You were aware that this was a precious family heirloom but surely it was not so precious that it would bring back the dead! She approaches me as if she is floating and wraps her arms around me to pull me into an embrace. Consequently, I succumb to her hug while my brain raced to find an explanation. She whispers, “do take care of this glass ball” and hands me back what was once a shattered glass that turned into a perfect condition in her hands. Since that day, I learned the importance of carefulness 



To conclude the world is temporary nothing stays forever that's why we should sit with our loved ones before their gone .

I couldn't sleep, and the night seemed to go on forever. So, I decided to take a quick stroll around the house, which led me to the dark attic. I usually avoid going to the attic because the atmosphere there can be rather eerie and unsettling. 

I usually find some of my mother's old clothes, accessories, and other items that my grandmother loaned to her, somewhere among the broken shelves. Bland and boring. Nothing interesting.

This time, however, is different. On one of the shelves, I noticed a box of glass balls. I don't think I've ever seen it before. Curiosity got the best of me as I began dragging it. In one sharp movement, my finger slipped, and the box fell. But fortunately, I was able to catch it before it collided with the ground. But not fortunate enough to stop one from falling to the floor and shattering. I winced as one of the glass pieces grazed the skin on my toe. 

When I looked down to examine the extent of my injury, I noticed a red piece of paper laying in the middle of the broken glass shards. I picked it up and unwrapped it. “Evangeline smith” was scrawled in a messy handwriting in the middle of the paper. I don’t recall hearing that name before.

 “Hello, dear,” said a feminine voice from behind me. I screamed and swiftly turned around to see an unfamiliar face staring at me in bewilderment. “Who are you?! And what are you doing in my house?! “ my trembling voice remarked. She looked at me calmly, as if this was the most natural occurrence. “Well , you summoned me, and I came" she explained.

Nouf
                           The Wish that Goes Wrong

When my mother told me to clean the attic when I really didn't want to, she said, "Go clean it, you might find something you like and something you don't like." I went there and it was so dirty that it seemed like a tornado had passed through.

 

There was a box a box full of vintage accessories that my mom used to wear in the 90s. I was so happy because the trend was coming back. As I was reaching out for it I saw a gold glass ball but I acc dropped it and dust was everywhere.

 

Then a Genie came out of it and said “please let me out of here I will give you anything you want”. I told him “ I want a beautiful necklace so I can go to a party tomorrow”. He said “ let me out first” I let him out and then he stole everything from the attic my and left. 

 

I ran to my mom and told about it and she told my “you should never trust anyone you see”. Now I have to work so I can get the stuff my mom wants.

Shammah Nawaf

Unwanted guest

 

It was a new day. The sun shimmered across the new valley I decided to live in. A small cottage but cozy enough to cover its flaws. The breeze brushed its fresh paws on my cheeks, giving me a relaxing tingle. As I entered the cottage, the place was already filled with used furniture from the previous owners. I did not mind, since I won’t be spending anything on furniture!

I sat down on the sofa, and slowed my breathing pace, the whole trip was tiring. Then I spotted few glass-like balls standing on top of the table in front of me, they all shined in their own unique way. I held the pink-cyan one, I felt that it called for me. As clumsy as I always be, I dropped the ball resulting in a loud shatter, but was it just that?

Suddenly, a dark blue cloud started coming out of the shattered glass parts. I backed away causing to fall on my rear end. Everything seemed so slow yet it happened quickly, I fainted due to the radiant waves the shattered glass bestowed upon me. 

I groaned, “how long was I out?” I mumbled. “What even happened... oh right! The ba-”

A woman. A woman was in front of me. Her long silky purple bangs covered her turquoise eyes. Her milky skin fit her white, heavenly dress.

“an- an angel?”

“WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!”

 

Ah.. not so angelic..

SARA EL MERHI
MY NIGHTMARE
He was visible to me; his ghostly eyes, glaring at me, I saw him.
As the sun shines with its luminous rays, summer has come and brought joy with it. It is summer vacation, after a tough year of study and examination. After hours of discussions and debates, my family and I chose to go to France to visit my aunt and spend our vacation there.
The travel preparations started when everyone else was busy packing their baggage. I was cleaning my room while cleaning my attic; I found a box of glass balls with names on them. I drop one by accident, and a person appears as soon as it shatters.
I saw him he was my friend kali. I couldn't believe what I saw, Kali died 2 years ago. I screamed and ran toward my mother's room.
“Sara, are you okay? Why are you screaming?”(In a panic, my mother asked.)
Me: I saw him, I swear.
My mother walked down to check that out and called me out "Come here honey, nothing is there it may happen because of the horror movie you watched yesterday." (She responded in a mocking tone), I went down to my mom to reassure that nothing is there but, she was nowhere to be found, she disappeared. I yelled “mom” and heard her answer "yes" from upstairs. I called her again as I claimed the stairs to see which room she was in and again I got the same" yes".
Suddenly, I saw kali again; he replied ''yes, honey, did you call me?''.
I took aback when I heard my mother's voice tone. Is this real? What is going on? 
I was terrified. I fled to hide; he responded why are you fleeing?
“What happened to her?” (I screamed)
“Sara, wake up? Why are you screaming?”(My mother asked.)
I hugged my mom and said it was a terrifying dream.

 eman abdirizak 12l 
It was a dark day there was a small girl sitting in her room her mother telling her to come and help her clean the new house they just moved in the small girl was not happy about leaving the old house but she had to accept it 

 leaving the house she grew up in martha her mother called come help me clean the attic her mother was tired from cleaning the new house all this new arrangement and decorations was tiring her out.

Yes mother she said as martha was going in to the attic she saw a box she was weird it out by it as she never was that box before , she was a bit surprised  because she did not remember a box being in the attic but she did not care  she also saw that there was a glass ball in the box  as she was picking up the box she had stepped on an old toy and the box flow out of her hand and the glass ball shattered.

 As the glass balls shattered a person came out martha had a face of terror she was in shock the person spoke in a different language it sounded a lot like gibberish the person then screamed martha was still in shock but the scream snapped her back into reality martha ran out of the attic

 To her mother her mother had a look of worry she asked martha why she was scared martha  explain to her mother what she saw in the attic she said to martha to calm down and she probably was seeing things because she was tired martha want to her room and thought to herself that maybe she was seeing things because she was tired martha want to her bad but she was a bit anxious but she still when to sleep

The next morning martha took out all of her courage and want to the attic but to her surprise the box and the glass ball disappeared as well as the person in the glass ball she laughed to herself a bit maybe she was imagining it all.

layla mohamed
                The lesson that I will never forget

This couldn’t be what I was seeing Is that my grandmother Who came out from that crystal ball? Looks like I’m finally going crazy. Everything starts when my mom asked me to clean the attic sense it’s been a while, however I was mad because I planned to go out with my friends I said “mom every time when you see me having fun you ruined it for me” I took everything inside me on my mother and walked away to the attic and I saw that look in her eyes sad and disappointment. 

I start cleaning the attic as my mother told me and I saw a shining box I opened it there was crystal balls with names on it “what’s that?” I was checking them and see one of them with my grandmothers name I was shocked and accidently it slips out from my hand and fell to the ground

A smoke came out of the crystal ball as it hits the ground I saw a shadow it’s not clear wait its grandmother I almost scream when my grandmother shut my mouth with her hand 

I didn’t know what to do but as I see my grandmother is fading I asked where are she going she said to a better place but she gave me an advice before she leave “be kind with your parents respect them they love you” from that day I learned a lesson I will never forget. 




Christine George

       Today is the day I finally decided to clean that spooky attic. No one believes me but I know its haunted. As I head up to the attic the sounds of ghosts wander through my head. I don’t like where this is heading to, but I must clean that old attic.
       The attic was filled with cobwebs and that something scary could be lurking around anywhere, but still I can’t give up now. As I’m cleaning, I saw something shining, “nothing ever shines up here....… right?” As I head deeper into this haunted place, I find that I just came all this way for a …… Box?! A box full of glass balls?! And wait why do they have the names of my family members, not just that they are the ones who passed away long ago. “Wait could there be…… Yes, my dad”.

       As I was admiring my dad’s glass ball I thought why not show this to mom, she will be thrilled and maybe she’ll know why is dad's name on that glass ball. But no, “I bet a spider set a trap for me, because I TRIPPED”. The glass just shattered everywhere. Smoke came out of the shattered glass, and my first thought was to run for it. I ran to my room and quickly locked the door. Smoke came from the gap underneath the door, as if it was following me. Suddenly, the smoke was getting taller and condense, as if it was forming a shape, and it turned into…… my dad! I was so happy to see him. I wanted to go tell my mom but he said only I have the ability to see him since I broke the glass ball.

       He taught me many important lessons that he knew I’ll need in the future, and told to be easy on mom since its hard for her to take care of me alone. He even told me to always help others and I promised him that I’ll always take care of anyone in need. That’s when he faded away.

Sara Emad
It had been a normal day. I made the decision to tidy one of the storage areas. I started looking around and discovered a number of misplaced items. 

I began cleaning and gradually emptied the boxes, they were placed one by one for recycling, and the attic began to feel less crowded and more inviting, creating feelings of comfort and memories of many pleasant times past. And an old velvet chair sat in the corner by the time the boxes that surrounded the tiny room almost gave the impression that someone was entering in rather than cleaning off, the majority of the boxes were boring , They were packed with memories like an old staff when I were a young girl.

I found a pearl necklace, pair of tiny shoes and I noticed an out-of-style leather coat that they were in decent shape and only needed to be washed when I was going to close the box I figured something interesting like a tiny musical instrument by a family history cover with Featuring designs and a letter 

 To the person who found this letter, 

I would like to thank you first, for cleaning out our attic, or at least this one box. Lily Costar, Maybe? I’m sure you’re doing a lovely job, and I appreciate it deeply.

I left with more requests than responses what was the source of it?

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do

While I chose to keep it a secret so that no one would find out about it .

 haya helmy
 My worst nightmare turned into a learning experience.

How did our great day of joy and blessing turn into your worst nightmare?
It was Thursday, finally, the weekend started; what a wonderful day of joy and blessing, all smiles like a day in heaven, I said to myself, until I got home and realized that today is the nightmare day, a cleaning day. I immediately started crying when I heard my mom say, "Welcome home honey, go change, today is cleaning day." At that moment, I could not hold back my tears and said, "Can we maybe just skip today and have a relaxing and fun day?" Unfortunately, my mom did not even think to reschedule the day, so I was forced to change and start cleaning. She instructed me to start at ATTIC. This is the worst thing to clean because anyone cleaning this room should use their five senses and be extremely careful because this room is full of family treasures and priceless antiques.
When I started cleaning, I happened to come across my mother's favorite box, which contained glass balls with her ancestors' names on them. Unfortunately, this all happened when my mother walked into the room, and that's when I realized that this was officially my worst nightmare. I did not know what to do or say. My mother started yelling at me, "Where are you with your thoughts, do you even know how much this box means to me?" At that moment I felt so bad that I wanted to do everything I could to find a solution to make her forgive me, but I could not fix the glass balls and return them to their original state. After that incident, my mom did not talk to me all weekend, which was hell for me. During the weekend, I tried to find a solution and one day, after several days, some kind of idea came to me, "This is my gift to you," I said. My heart was racing at that moment because I was anxious to see how she would react. When she opened my gift and discovered the glass balls, she jumped up from her seat and asked, "Are these my ancestors' glass balls?" I answered in the affirmative with a new version of the question. Suddenly she said, "Do you understand why I have not spoken to you in the last two days?" I replied, "Yes because I broke your favorite antique that you got from your ancestor." She replied, "No, baby, that item is not more important than you." My point was that everything we do in this life should be worth it. Yes, sometimes we have to do things we do not like or do not enjoy, but we have to do them. In short, give everything you do its worth and when you do something, do it right."

At that moment, I realized how ashamed I was of what I was doing, and that I would not break anything if I concentrated while cleaning, and that I could have a wonderful day if I enjoyed it, so I learned a very important lesson that day: when I do something, I should try to enjoy it and do it perfectly.

It’s very nice to meet my grand father after long time of him being dead. And I feel that I am special because he choose me to seek for help. And now I feel that I am in a real struggle. The first thing came to my mind that he wants me to kill his old friends son as a revenge. And to be honest, I don’t want to go to jail and to be sentenced to life imprisonments as a murderer. Because I rely on myself and take care of my grandmother at the morning since she has no one to be with her but me. And I am not a criminal to kill anybody. It’s not the way that my parents have raised me.

I went to the old house as my grandfather told me. I searched for the old pictures of him. I found his old pictures with his old friends. But I focused on his pictures with his friend Mohammed. I found a picture that is 35 years old of his friend Mohmmed holding a unique gun that is rarely to be found. I thought its really a nice gun. Then I remembered when i was young, my father and uncles were talking in the majlis about my uncles death. They said that he was killed with a bullet that is from a rare and valuable gun which is not really easy to have. Unfortunately, they didn’t find the gun owner so the case was closed.

At the end, I took the picture of Mohammed picture with the rare gun to the police station. I thought it is the gun that used to murder my uncle. And after investigations the police found that the bullet used to kill my uncle matches this rare gun type.

(Yousef Haroun) A Mystical Surprise

“Expect the unexpected” is a phrase I always live by. Sitting at home all alone, in this ominous night, listening to the owl’s hoots. I didn’t think I’d greet a magical guest that would turn my mood around.

 

My parents and siblings left for a late-night dinner, while I was watching the branches of the trees outside dance as the wind pushes against them. I didn’t want to spend the night in bed like a hibernating polar bear, so I decided to explore our old attic.

I stumbled upon a box, torn, and covered with the heavy smell of dust and sticky spider-webs. Just as I nudged it to the side, a glass sphere slipped out, creating a pool of shards on the ground. Astonishingly, there was a cloud of smoke, with a suspicious figure behind it.

I was in a complete state of shock, until I noticed it’s someone familiar. “Woah!” I thought, as I was waiting for him to appear. It was Max, my childhood friend, he passed away 6 months prior to our senior year. He had a smirk on his face, an expression that told a thousand words. Following his appearance for a few seconds, he vanished. 

 

It was a feeling like no other, seeing him Infront of me, knowing he’s still out there caring for me. You don’t get a lot of chances to spend your life with the ones you truly love, so be sure to make the most out of it.

 

 Yousef haroun abdalqader 12i
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Deya ahmed 12i
Can dead people talk or send a message to you? Last Friday was a great day, I really have fun in this day because of many things, it was weird and interesting situation.

 

This day was so important to all of my family because it was my grandma’s birthday so we all decided to make her a surprise, so we all started getting ready and we head our way, after we all arrived there we all gave her the gifts and we celebrate and ate a cake with fruits, and then the time started getting late so our parents told us to get ready so we can go back to home, we wore our shoes.

 

We were sitting in the car and I was bored so I decided to listen to music but I didn’t find my phone so my dad directly change his direction to my grandma’s house again so I can search for it I found it but I found another weird thing it was a DVD that had my grandfather picture on it I took without anyone knowing and the next day I called my cousins to see it, they came so we started the video and it was so emotional he were saying “I miss you guys”  and that he loves us a lot, and he asked us to give someone money cause he took from him money one day.

 

So we all decided to solve this problem secretly without our parents knowing, so we all went to gather $200, and we suggest to them (OUR Parents) to clean the house and the yard for 200$ an they agreed so we started cleaning, after 4h we finished  and we took the money running to the man and we gave it to him.

 

He was so happy and I’m sure my grandpa is happy now and he feels more comfortable, I went back home, I was so tired I slept and dreamed of him smiling in his grave with a lot of lights coming out I was so happy.  
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What a day it has been ?. I had not expected to find imaginary objects and people in this realm. What I witnessed today was the oddest and most amazing sight I've ever seen.

 

It all started when I dropped the glass ball and broke it accidentally; after it broke, it looked like ashes were coming out of the ball; I freaked out and rushed to clean it up before my mother saw me; before I sucked the ashes, a sound said, "Wait, don't clean me; I am a genie who grants wishes; after you finish the three wishes, I will be free."

 

I'm amazed that I can make my dreams come true like this. I begin to wish for the exact purpose of money first I asked for a 100 dollar one snap finger boom a 100 dollar came from no where like a magic trick but he says with every wish has a desire consequences so I will take your xbox that cost 200 dollar I begin to know that he is fool me so I slipped to the vacuum before he know I sucked him up and put his ashes in a bottle and throw him in the ocean .

 

 

To sum up everything that has been started to far that lying has dire consequences and may lead you to dangers, so be sure to always tell the truth before you get throw tothe sea, like the genie

 

 

Going two months back. They won’t let me see my parentless daughter even though I am a good father. I need to get enough money to be treated through my one and only passion I have as a man, boxing. For some reason, some nights I just feel myself shift from punching the sandbag to me sleeping on my bed.

And weirdly enough, anytime I talk to someone about my match they’d just look at me like I am some crazy man. Only some people listen to me and believe that I am going to have a match, like my wife. My wife? Yeah, my wife. What was her name again? I take my pills before the match, but I collapsed as soon as the bell rang.

 

I am back at my house apartment. My face feels fine but my head hurts. My pills, I need them. What even is real?

 

Choose an interesting hook for your Introductory paragraph

Ahmed saber 

A rationale for this is that due to the simplistic character development, the only thing that might peg audiences out of their hypnotic trance is spontaneous destruction. In the background, deep bass tones reverberate as antagonists remove their helmets ominously, signaling their villainy. The bad guys might also kill a random bonus, just to show how bad they are. The worst offender is Black Manta, a brute so ridiculously designed that he looks like an unwieldy

bobblehead doll, lumbering about as if always on the verge of tipping over. 

"You murdered innocent people. It is you who asks the sea for mercy." This problem is only exacerbated by the fact that all of the heroes in the picture are invincible, meaning that they are immune both to true danger and to sympathy as well. A shirtless Momoa, repeatedly striking a poster-worthy pose, simply isn’t an effective way to generate an emotional investment. And the continual posing by nearly every main character accentuates the pitiful physics of a predominantly CG-rendered world – made more obvious by anticlimactic slow-motion in all the wrong spots .

As Stated before, this lesson can eaisly become an entire unit.  The lessons superheroes can teach us is not limited to story telling and illustrations, but to moral desicions and right and wrong, good vs. evil and other academic standards. In math, I would use word problems.

A rationale for this is that due to the simplistic character development, the only thing that might peg audiences out of their hypnotic trance is spontaneous destruction. In the background, deep bass tones reverberate as antagonists remove their helmets ominously, signaling their villainy. The bad guys might also kill a random bonus, just to show how bad they are. The worst offender is Black Manta, a brute so ridiculously designed that he looks like an unwieldy

bobblehead doll, lumbering about as if always on the verge of tipping over. 

"You murdered innocent people. It is you who asks the sea for mercy." This problem is only exacerbated by the fact that all of the heroes in the picture are invincible, meaning that they are immune both to true danger and to sympathy as well. A shirtless Momoa, repeatedly striking a poster-worthy pose, simply isn’t an effective way to generate an emotional investment. And the continual posing by nearly every main character accentuates the pitiful physics of a predominantly CG-rendered world – made more obvious by anticlimactic slow-motion in all the wrong spots .

As Stated before, this lesson can eaisly become an entire unit.  The lessons superheroes can teach us is not limited to story telling and illustrations, but to moral desicions and right and wrong, good vs. evil and other academic standards. In math, I would use word problems.

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zyad saber 
Spongebob Squarepants is a talking square sponge who lives under the sea in a pineapple. He works at Krusty Krab for the kind but greedy Mr. Krabs.

 

SpongeBob works as a fry chef at "The Krusty Krab," a restaurant, and takes his profession extremely seriously, putting his all into every shift. I have the same attitude as you in that I give it my all in whatever I do.

 

 Whether it's at job, school, or performing household duties, I always give it my all and push myself until I finish what I set out to achieve. At work, SpongeBob does the same thing, flipping patties all day and not stopping until the client is pleased, which is a philosophy I can get behind.

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Patrick and Squidward jumped on spongebob and shouted “prank!” Spongebob was scared to death and then he laughed it off he said “Patrick squedward you don’t like each other why did you made this prank together”. Squedward said “we meet at this same café and we had a small talk we thought we want to pull on you a prank” “even the police are squedward friend and they want to help us” Patrick said. Spongebob was so glad they are together and his friends are now friends.

Maryam samy ,Christine George and Sara Emad
"Do you smell that? That smell-- It's the smell of a smelly smell that smells smelly," stated Sponge-bob. As Sponge-bob entered the cafe he could smell blood and to his ultimate shock, he could now see the dead body hanging from the ceiling of the underwater cafe. When sponge-bob was told that he is going to be the detective for the Atlantis underwater palm branch under the sea he was thrilled about it. But seeing the dead body made him realize that this job was not as fun as he thought it would be.

 

Sponge Bob grimaced in disgust as he considered the many options for dealing with the dead body. The ceiling was high, and he realized he wouldn't be able to finish the job alone, much to his dismay. Which is why he had to get someone to help him pull it down. But he realized that as soon as the situation is publicized, people would panic, and the murderer would quickly figure out when to flee or devise a scheme to conceal the evidence. The smell was slowly but surely disconnecting his brain circuit. SpongeBob shook his head disgusted, as he drew a pair of lengthy magnifying glasses from his jacket and began to inspect the scene in front of him. He began by inspecting the floor for any trails or traces that would reveal the murderer’s shoe print. The murderer had to be smart to leave no trace. But, not clever enough to outsmart sponge Bobs incredible detective skills. Thanks to his excellent eyesight he was able to spot a strand of hair on the counter. He would say it was roughly 9 cms in length. He delicately took up the stray strand of hair and pressed it against his index finger. It seemed bright orange in comparison to his yellow skin. SpongeBob then took a plastic bag from his jacket and slid the hair inside it slowly. He then went to the police station and presented the orange hair to them as proof. The cops were able to round up all the people with orange hair. There were only four of them. It's unusual to have hair underwater, let alone in that colour.

 He examined the crowd's faces before noticing someone SpongeBob hadn't expected to see. He learned everything he knows from the woman who reared him and taught him how to drive. SpongeBob reasoned that it couldn't possibly be her. The cop then proceeded to show me a criminal record that had Ms. puff written on the top right corner. "It can't be her," said SpongeBob. "It's always the ones you trust," the cop replied, his voice tinged with shame.

LAYLA MOAHMED
"Do you smell that? That smell-- It's the smell of a smelly smell that smells smelly," stated SpongeBob. As Sponge-bob entered the cafe he could smell blood and to his ultimate shock, he could now see the dead body hanging from the ceiling of the underwater cafe. When sponge-bob was told that he is going to be the detective for the branch under the sea he was thrilled about it. But seeing the dead body made him realize that this job was not as fun as he thought it would be.

 

Days passed and SpongeBob try to investigate the murder that happed in the café days ago. However, there were witnesses at the crime scene. After hearing the words of the witnesses, SpongeBob conclude that there were just two people at the crime scene and they are Mr krabs and squidward

 SpongeBob was questioning squidward where he was in that day squidward admit that he was in the restroom in other hand there was Mr krabs ,spongebob asked him the same question Mr krabs said he was in the office as the two main suspects gone spongBob recalled that he didn’t check the cctv of the café 

spongeBob went to the café to check the cameras as he was watching he smirked and say ‘’ Hm as I thought’’. Mr krabs was arrested for murder as sponge asked him why did he kill him ? he said ‘’he tried to steal my secret recipe’’. SpongeBob knows the relationship between  Mr krabs and money so he expect that. For sure after that Mr krabs got his punishment in jail and as we say’’punishment is not for revenge, but to lessen and reform the criminal’’