...AMAL ADEN HOME ADDRESS Stranraer Garden SL1 3CE CONTACT NUMBER: 07956832497 E-mail address: amaladen@live.co.uk Education......................................................................................................................................... .......................................................................................................................................................... 2007-2011 London Metropolitan University BHs (Hons) in Biomedical Science 2.2 . Data analysis . Clinical Biochemistry . Microbiology 2005-2006 Birmingham College, Hall Green, Birmingham Studied Access to Science Brass Language Centre, Birmingham, studied As and A2 level in Dutch : B 2003-2004 City college, Bordesly Green Woman’s Centre Studied for GCSE’s in: Biology, Chemistry and English 2000-2002 George Dixon School, Edgbaston, Birmingham achieved 2 GCSE’S Dutch A* and Mathematics C . 1999-2000 ...
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...drown and sink cant wish it all away cant cry it all away cant close my eyes to escape cant hold my breathe to fade hold me as i slip through the dark cast me in te shadows,love what i forgot say you'll only love me because i cant bear this all alone cant fight it all away cant hope it all away cant scream it all away it just wont go away!!!! guess i'll just have to bleed it though with your love,i once thought i'll endure but it hurts right down to the core as these stab wounds sink deeper in because they go through slowly i fall into silent nights watch the dark red sky fly over me as i stand still where i once knew away you went,i stand invisible the silent ringing in my ears are cause by the screaming every night of what i lost as i slip into what they call a nightmare its what i use to escape reality where i go to help bleed these feelings the one place where i can cry and no one see i close me eyes so i wont see you leave i know you can taste it in my tears drowning before i reach the floor i'll bleed before you reach that door you cant go in because its locked and im forever lost away from it so go ahead and scream scream til my ears bleed because if you break that door you would never be able to find me you'll never see through this darkness darkness so black all you feel is cold but you'll never feel my agony ........ i grow tired of being here it goes dry as i cry away my last tears wasted on an emotions that only...
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...Love is beautiful. Love is unconditional. Love is non judgemental. Love is care. Love is acceptance. Love is bliss. Love is pure. Love is serene. Love is calm. Love is silent. Love is not I, me or you. Love is us. Love is not wanting or expecting, Love is giving and accepting. Love is a strength that gives you courage to stand and act in a situation when you don’t even have the capacity to move. Love is a vibration that makes you strong. Love is a signal that binds the souls together. What I feel for my mother is Love. What I feel for my father is Love. What I feel for my sister is Love. What I feel for my brother is Love. What I feel for my grandparents is Love. But I don’t know how to show this Love. I never kissed my brother, or hugged my sister unoccassionaly or thanked my parents unreasonably or gifted my grandparents ever. I just don’t need these gestures to show my unconditional emotion to them. Do I? Dressed in a gorgeous piece came my princess and asked, “How am I looking Di?” And my “Yeah!!” Is enough for her to know that she is looking “Just Perfect”. On the Christmas Eve this year, a bundle of beautifully packed gift lied under my pillow. Holding them in my hands I rushed to my father and said, “Papa!! Santa gave me this”. And he knows that I was thanking MY PAPA SANTA. No matter how much treacherous our fights may be, and the next moment we are together playing Subway Surfers. This is my brother. Do I need to tell him SORRY explicitly? NO. Long days at...
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...ANITA DESAI’S NOVELS: A SILENT REVOLT Munmi Sen M. Phil. Researcher, Center for Historical Studies, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi Email: sskylarky@gmail.com ABSTRACT Historically women have been silenced in history and literature. In the social sphere they have been “pressed”-oppressed, depressed and suppressed. With the setting in of the modern period, women began to snatch for themselves spaces for themselves. In India with the struggle against colonialism another silent struggle went on simultaneously. That was by women to bring themselves at par with men. This was visible even in the literary sphere. In the current paper we would trace the feminist way of portraying women in Anita Desai’s two most popular and widely acknowledged novels- CRY, the peacock and where shall we go this summer. Here in this paper our concern is to look at how in post colonial period women English writers of India have dealt with the theme of “woman oppression”. Have she raised a loud voice or revolt or has silently taken way to some other way to escape this position. Taking queue from the broader sub-themes of today’s Seminar, the paper would look at the dynamics of Indian English women writers concern and feminist thoughts in the writings in post independent India. Looking at the time constraints, for the sake of convenience we would look at the famous characters characterized by the famous writer Anita Desai. Her famous woman characters, the heroine of “CRY, THE PEACOCK” and “WHERE...
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...rises from his trapped darkside, rises among the empire, a royalty of full command. The short burst of distant sobs of his, hypnotizes all but an ambitioned man not knowing what to be, choose or do;in a sudden stop, he becomes godforsaken, knowing the truth but no connotation to act upon what is real or cautious to his state of well being. Risen upward like a dead beast in a volcanic palace, his body plunders with fluorescent red eyes showing the villain he has now suited into. The surface of his residue crumble the steel bed, perishing the metallic superficial, converting it into slate. He is transported, all but the sith ways are his billow for survival. Pall spreaded over his glare. His coffin, he is just lugged like a corpse. He cries and cries for his newborn son, but laughs of the creation that he has now become. As the ship arrives and whirls his ashes, heat ignites from his soul,causing a malfunction to his force, vanished are his jedi ways, the chosen one has arrived. Constructed and mechanical he is now, wishing he can become more man than machine but ambitioned by the sidious force he has always craved. His eyes engaged upon glass, his whole torso filled with technology that brings him to hell with oxygen, his feet clustered with gargantuan metalized black boots,but all fades away from his new given face. The face of a helmet far more villainized than any demonic...
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...The Story of Satsuki She was only a young one, she didn’t deserve what she had gotten that God forsaken day. 11 years old and her father just a simple teacher and her mother sick. “Just a cold!” she heard these words over and over. Every time her father would come back from the hospital, her and you 4 year old sister Mei would have to hear over and over again, “I’m afraid it’s not the simple cold we thought it was.” Satsuki knew better than to believe the doctors, to believe her father. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t cry or mourn anymore. She would just sit in silence. Until her father returned. Her father would go to the hospital every Wednesday and return with the news that their mother might be able to come back...
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...we've shared It was awesome but we lost it It's not possible for me not to care And now we're standing in the rain But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear The 7 things I hate about you [Chorus:] The 7 things I hate about you (oh you) You're vain, your games, you're insecure You love me, you like her You make me laugh, you make me cry I don't know which side to buy Your friends they're jerks And when you act like them, just know it hurts I wanna be with the one I know And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do You make me love you It's awkward and silent As I wait for you to say But what I need to hear now Is your sincere apology And when you mean it, I'll believe it If you text it, I'll delete it Let's be clear Oh I'm not coming back You're taking 7 steps here [Chorus] And compared to all the great things That would take too long to write I probably should mention The 7 that I like The 7 things I like about you Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized You make me laugh, you make me cry But I guess that's both I'll have to buy Your hand in mine When we're intertwined everything's alright I want to be With the one I know And the 7th thing I like the most that you do You make me love you You do...
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...‘high sides like a railway cutting’ are between high sides and railway cutting. ‘Railway cutting’ shows various trees lined up on both left and the right side. With the term ‘high sides’, the author gives an imagery of the trees on both side ‘traveling’ up a hill. The ‘river' is the passage resembles the hill. ‘Changes into stone’ gives a perception of the stillness of the trees at the area. The author hyperboles the scene as there were not even a single gush of wind. The place was somehow alive and asleep at the same time. Living and breathing but still not awaken and silent. The quote ‘it seemed unnatural, like a state of trance’ intensifies the situation of the author where how the trees were so still and silent were rather peculiar. The term ‘struck you blind’ portrays the scene at night being a typical but rather not at the same time. As the author begins the suspect himself being ‘deaf’ as it as silent as a pin needle dropping could be heard ; the...
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...the world as a play, if it were a stage, and enjoys watching the people around her, often judging them condescendingly and eavesdropping on the strangers. The reader learns that Miss Brill's life must be unfilled and this is how she develops her pride.[4] When she arrives at the park, she notices that there are more people than last Sunday, and the band is especially louder because the Season had commenced. Sitting next to her on the bench was an elderly couple. Their lack of conversation disappointed Miss Brill because she enjoys, "sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.[5] Watching others in the park, she notices that most of the people that sit on the benches are the same; the people are elderly, silent, idle, and appear as though they have come from a small dark place. A woman drops her violet roses, only to be picked up and returned by a young boy. The woman proceeds to dispose of them, and Miss Brill does not know if that is to be well-regarded. After the elderly couple left the bench, Miss Brill seemed to believe that even she took part in the play as she attended every Sunday. Beginning to daydream about how she reads to an elderly man four times a week, she plays a scenario in her mind with the man. She visions that he would no longer sleep through the stories as he normally does once he realized he was an actress, and he would become engaged and excited. Continuing her idea...
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...coexists with the water lily’s beautiful tranquility. Ted Hughes describes, with admiration, this scene and the task of capturing it through the use of language, imagery, and metaphor. Despite the poem’s title and the poet’s attempting to give advice to a painter, the lack of painting materials is apparent. Hughes uses language to convey what will materialize on the painter’s canvas. The “green level of lily leaves roofs the pond’s chamber and paves,” says Hughes. The water lily is to be the arena in which the entire energy of nature will dance upon. The leaves cover and provide setting for the action taking place in the pond. The “flies” and the “air’s dragonfly” zoom about silently shouting their “death-cries everywhere hereabouts.” The interesting paradox of silent cries gives a certain level of depth to the insect life as well. This 3-D imagery is the manifestation of the poet’s admiration for nature’s complexity and the complexity that the water lily provides. The language Hughes uses personifies nature as well. Nature becomes a woman with “two faces,” those of which being the mentioned viewable and hidden worlds of the pond. The extended metaphor of nature as a woman is an elegant and extremely effective representation of the elaborateness the pond setting yields and what the artist must capture. As the famous art work of Leonardo Da Vinci, the Mona Lisa, provides a tranquil and relatively plain young face of woman on which numerous, and indecipherable emotions contort...
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...Vampira was silent, then she said in a hushed tone, “I’ll tell you what happened, but you have to promise never to tell anyone,” she suddenly thrusted a finger towards Clawd, glaring at him. “Especially you! You’re the one I’m worried about.” Clawd was taken aback. “Okay, ma’am! Jeez, I won’t tell anyone.” Vampira took both Vampire and werewolf by the hand, leading them inside. Once they were in the house, she sat them down at the dining room table. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Vampira asked, putting on an uneasy grin. She was trying to change the subject. “We’re good, thanks,” Draculaura nodded as Vampira seated herself at the end of the table. Vampira looked down at the pale flesh of her hands, sighing. “Where do I begin?” she looked back up, staring...
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...Silence is it really a Women’s Loudest Cry? Growing up you never want to see your mother being abused and you defiantly never expect the one abusing her to be your dad. For years as children my sister and I would witness this every summer we would go stay with him. There would always be very short moments of peace before the arguments and violence began, nothing hurt me more than to see my mother cry for help and there was nothing I could do but scream stop. I eventually figured out that it never would she would either get away or be killed staying. Every day I would pray that it would get better but it never did one day she finally left never to look back. The women in the “Why I need Feminism” sends a very clear message to the viewers. The tape covering her mouth, usage of grey in various ways, the words that are written on the tape and the sunglasses all play a very important role in what the author of this picture is trying to get across. In this picture of domestic violence advertisement the color grey represents sadness or sorrow to make the audience connect with the message being brought forth. The color sets the tone of the ad. Anyone looking at this picture knows that the message is meant to be serious. Usage of the color grey has a heavy effect on the image itself. Not only is the background grey but so is everything around it, this in itself shows how much pain and suffering the author is trying to convey. Viewers are then brought to the color of the masking tape...
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...sample of the tremendous amout of imagery in the poem. The imagery is present in describing how his muscles move into place in every step and how his hair flows and dances in the wind. Another example of imagery is when Orwell describes the hangeman "The Hangman, a gray haired convict in the white uniform...". The hangman is described as a fellow prisioner and it gives the reader the visual of the hangman dressed in white sort of like a ghost. The imagery Orwell uses gives the reader a better picture and a better understanding of the poem. Orwell uses simile in the poem as well. Simile is comparing to unlike things by using like or as. Simile is used in eleventh paragraph. " ... not urgrent and fearful like a prayer or a cry for help, but steady, rhythmical, almost like the tolling of a bell." The simile in...
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...I was only three years old. The sun beat down on the pavement and reflected light off the cars all around me. My mom took my hand and led me away from our sparkling, silver car through the sweltering parking lot. She had already explained that I was going to school so I could learn a lot of new things. But, she would have to leave me there. But, I had almost never been away from my parents, except for when I was with my grandparents. My mom and I walked up to a new place and a strange woman that I didn't know crouched down to speak to me. She introduced herself, her name was Sue and she was going to be one of my teachers. Together, they led me deeper into the classroom. I saw that it was filled small tables and chairs scattered around the room;...
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...see sounds imagery in Canto IV (4). “Breaking the deep sleep that filled my head,/ A heavy clap of thunder startled me up/ As though by force” (Canto IV lines 1-3). Since Dante was not yet accustomed to the Inferno, the Inferno woke him up with a loud clap of thunder in order that he may become better accustomed to the sounds of torture. Dante expected to hear tortured souls, especially because Virgil’s face became white with pity for the pain the virtuous pagans face in the first circle of the Inferno. But, we do not hear any suffering or shrills of torture. “Here we encountered/ No laments that we could hear-except for sighs/ That trembled the timeless air” (Canto IV lines 19-21). Dante describes the first ring of the Inferno as being silent, this represents a second poetic justice to their suffering. Even in silence, pain can be found. Sound imagery is usually a noise, but the beauty of...
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