All I can see is white. Clean, pristine, sterile white. I hear beeping. It almost drives me insane. I stare at the ceiling. Mottled white tiles interrupted by the glow of fluorescent lights. I listen to their voices, but they are muffled. Like there is a curtain between us. I only hear snatches of the conversation.
“What happened to him? What is wrong with my husband?
“I am sorry, Ma’am We are still running tests. We don’t know what is wrong. He was like this when the chopper air lifted him in”
“But he was with his brother. Bush walking. Where is his brother? Is he here too, Doctor?”
“No. They found him alone in the national park. Crawling on all fours. He was muttering incoherently. It is lucky they found him.”
The voices fade again into the recesses of my mind.
“Come on mate. Hurry up! Get a move on!” Joe calls back down the mountain.
I call for my brother to wait for me, but as usual, he charges ahead. I struggle up the rock face, searching for footholds. I scrape my knee. It stings. I reach up and grasp a fern dangling down, inviting me to grab hold. I heave myself up and finally reach the top. Joe is there sitting on a fallen log, just waiting for me to catch up. Damn Asthma. It always makes me slower.
“Glad you could join me,” he laughs, teasingly.
I take a seat next to him and stare out across the valley, trying to catch my breath. The brochures were right. This truly is one of the most amazing views I have ever seen. It is perfect. Dense, green huddles of trees, broken only by the occasional sparkling river or camping clearing. The sounds are magnificent as well. Birds twittering tunefully, not squawking like they seemed to in the city. Absolute peace and tranquillity.
The doctor shines his tiny torch in my eyes. A nurse comes over and adjusts my head. I try to say something but my tongue is stuck. She smiles at me as if I’m a child and pats me on the head. Then she says something in that sing-song voice that people tend to use around little babies. I lash out. Kicking, punching, screaming, crying, all at the same time. I fight with the sheets. Let me out! I try to get up but I feel claws pushing me back down.
He digs in and puts all of his effort into it, but it shows that it truly is time consuming. Never the less, he doesn’t give up. He’s very persistent, and eventually, he finally makes it to the top. Painful to the reader, he is faced with a wall of concrete that he must scale and land over to finally make it to the level ground of the highway. He’s gotten this far that he put his last into it, and stumbled over it only to be bitten by ants on the softest, most sensitive part of his skin. Upon sucking his limbs in, he crushed the insects between the scrunched up skin and popped back out. He was now on the clear land, and showed
In 1997, the Taliban made a law banning girls from ages 8 and up from going to school and forced all girl’s learning facilities to be shut down, according to Explora. Some girls still tried to go to school regardless of the Taliban and one of those girls is Malala Yousafzai. Her family did not hide their feelings toward the ban of girls in school to the public, when Malala was twelve she began blogging for the British Broadcasting Corporation about what life was like under the Taliban rule anonymously, and she also campaigned publicly for girls education rights, this enraged the Taliban. As a result, On October 9, 2012 when Malala was riding home from school, her bus was stopped by 2 Taliban members and they fired 3 shots at Malala, thankfully none of them killed her but she was seriously injured by this, as declared by NobelPrize.com. Furthermore, this is not the only harsh rule of the Taliban to women. Women were forced to wear a head-to-toe covering known as a burka, they were not allowed to leave the house without a male, and they made it a rule to publicly stone women who were convicted of adultery, as stated in The Other Side of the Sky, by Farah Ahmedi. Arguably, you can see their was a definite bias in sexes in the Taliban that is very unfair to women
My body is struggling to push, step after step and my lungs are filling rapidly, desperately clinging to any amount of oxygen they can receive amidst the altitude. My heart is pounding faster than it ever has, as if it could jump from my chest at any moment. My mouth is so dry that I could eat a spoonful of the powdered dirt and taste no difference in the texture. Yet the trees suddenly stop as I escalate further up the mountain. As I climb the side of the mountain the stellar blue in the sky grows in size slowly dominating what the trees covered just moments
The dancers start center-stage in a spotlight, and they are motionless for a long moment. The two dancers, on male and one female, are wearing the same outfit. On top, they are wearing a black, long-sleeved blouse. On bottom, they are wearing puffed, blue skirt/shorts. The music is cued along with the lights, and it gives the piece a sense of time as the dancers stand still for what seems like a minute. The dancers begin gesturing without feeling, and as they move out of the spotlight, the lights grow to encompass the full stage. The dancers then take turns experiencing each other’s weight in weight sharing and lifting. The lights remain the same as the dancers share weight, repeat recognizable gestures, and perform an awkward partnered dance that resembles ballroom style. The sameness of the light corresponds to the sameness of the gestures. The f...
The ground moved farther away from me as I went higher up. I nervously swung my legs back and forth and placed my ski poles next to me. When I looked down, everyone looked like itsy-bitsy specks in the vast, white snow. Whoa…, I thought to myself, the sight made me feel disoriented. As I went up the lift shuddered, shook, and occasionally swung side to side which made me feel jitterish. I couldn’t believe I was doing this though, but there was no going back now. After a few minutes, or what felt like hours, I could see the end of the ski lift coming closer. I prepared myself by getting ready to stand up by grabbing my poles and tensing my legs. There was a bright red line printed on the snow a few feet ahead and when I reached the line, I quickly stood up and got off. “Phew, at least half the journey’s done”, I thought to
I rush toward the mechanical clanking and rattling of the ski lift and collapse into the chair. Exhausted, I use this time to restore my energy. I begin to form the image of the steep route that I plan to attempt on my next run. Its nearly vertical face, large jagged rocks, and rough terrain send shivers down my spine and adrenaline into my veins. I painfully recall my previous attempt, where I did not perform the necessary technique in order to survive the run without a crash. This time,
In the novel, the Taliban is portrayed as a harsh group of people. They do many reckless things. Firstly, Taliban take men, they “slaughter men like goats, slitting them open and leaving their blood to soak into the ground” (Staples 12). The Taliban does reckless deeds and feel no remorse. In addition, the Taliban enforces strict laws. They are also really specific such as “men should have beards that you
...e, and a quaint town only five minutes from the national park, there is always something to keep you entertained. As one of the last, nearly intact, temperate ecosystems on Earth it is home to a very unstable, diverse ecosystem. Come to this magnificently beautiful mountain range, and witness all its beauty and serenity first hand.
The Taliban started in 1979, when the Soviet union invaded Afghanistan. The Taliban is a group of Islamic extremist in Afghanistan. The Taliban enforces many laws, they believe that Islam should be followed strictly. They force women to wear long black cloaks and a headscarf, and if the slightest amount of skin is shown the woman will be punished. The Taliban follow a strict version of the Sharia which is a traditional interpretation of the Koran.
A range of contemporary dance actions performed by the two talented young dancers successfully made Michael’s piece world famous, now regarded as an effective example of contemporary dance. The stretching all over Kayla’s body by Kapono’s hands demonstrate sharp precise movements that are normally seen in this style of dance. This sequence of actions begins at 1:54minutes and ends at approximately 2:02minutes. The dancers are seen standing centre stage, facing towards the middle of the audience in a right diagonal. Male dancer Kupono is in a diagonal stance behind female dancer Kayla, hidden from the audience’s view, almost shadowing her while his left hand is positioned on her left shoulder. This ignites an uncomfortable feeling from the audience as his dominant characteristics are already beginning to be exposed to the audience. Kapono’s character has power and control over Kayla’s character in this segment. His right hand quickly comes straight across her mouth, while this action is in motion he begins to emerge from the darkness and into the audience’s view, leaving the audience with an uneasy feeling. Both of Kayla’s hands grab onto his hand in which is covering her mouth; in hopes of discarding his hand. This specific moment in the dance conveys a great deal of symbolism, linking the actions with the overall theme of addiction. The hand over her mouth symbolises the constant addiction that Kayla’s character is struggling with, it shows him as the drug; endeavouring to intoxicate her as she struggles. This is then followed by his left hand running down against her hip in a pressed motion, causing her to react by fiercely pushing his hand off, leading to an aggressive movement from the male dancer as his hand grips her left hip. In contrast to this; she tirelessly flicks his hand off. As Kayla unostentatiously gets weaker, Kupono
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
I used to go there to sit down on a rock and watch the town and my trees. There was a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. The others were smaller, three in the back, three on my left side and the old maple tree on my right. There were flowers, many kinds, white, yellow, purple and blue. It was nobody's place. Nobody owned that hill, but it was beautiful and peaceful and I dreamed many times about a white house over there.
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to
She smiled at me and told me that everything was going to be fine. She got me settled into a bed and she handed me a doll wearing a hospital gown. I was still very skeptical, and I felt like getting up from the bed and running away. She and another nurse wheeled the bed into a bright white room that smelled like anesthetic gas and sterile wipes. A nice nurse came in with a syringe of my anesthetic. She injected some into my IV, I was getting sleepy. The surgeon commented on how I was a “fighter” because I didn’t want to go to sleep. The nurse injected another dose of anesthesia, and I was out cold.