The Time I Protected My Brother Have you ever felt this protectiveness over a younger sibling, that no matter what, you will always protect them from others? When I was younger I was somewhat a tomboy, I was really shy, I kept to myself a lot of the time or I would be somewhat outgoing. I would also be a very angry and violent kid when I was provoked. I’ve always been protective of my younger brother Yusuf, whenever someone did something to make him cry I would get really mad and defensive. I just felt like I had this responsibility to protect him. That’s why I pushed my brother out of the way and fought the boy who was trying to hurt him. When I was 10, I lived in New Jersey and I went to a Sunday school that taught children how to speak, …show more content…
My dad saw the posters and overheard the people at the sunday school talk about it at the end of the school day; he talked with my mom about it and they came to an agreement that they were going to let us take taekwondo lessons. When the first day of class started I felt like a whole new person. It was very refreshing just releasing all that anger into something productive. I met my friend Lana and her younger brother there, who were beginners, a few other guys, and two other girls that I talked to. There were these two yellow belts, both boys one around my age maybe a year older, and the other was around 7 or 8. They weren’t the friendly type. I can’t remember if it was the second or third day of class, but the two Yellow belts began to push and chase my brother around the mosque after class. My brother, Yusuf, ran off before I could find him and go to my dad so we could go home. When I couldn’t find my brother on the first floor, I went to my dad telling him that I couldn’t find Yusuf. After a couple of minutes of frantically running around the mosque, I found him on the second floor with the two yellow belts. They were gaining up on him and trying to kick him and make him kick back. As soon as I saw the sight, I stepped in
My mother was always stuck watching and taking care of her younger siblings. Sometimes she would get in trouble for not making sure they stayed out of trouble. Not having her own privacy was common for her, since they lived in a...
I would inject him with serum to incapacitate his muscles for the time being, and then throw him over my shoulder while also hoping for not much of a fight. There shouldn’t be many guards surveying the area, due to the ceasefire for the night, but one could never be too careful.
Yes, I have pestered someone before. I pestered my dad when I was younger. I pestered him for me being able to play on my ipad. I couldn't have it and I just kept on asking, and asking, and asking, until he finally said yes. I don't recommend pestering someone do get what you want. Because you could get in trouble. There was this one time where I was pestering my mom, and I got in trouble. I would recommend being nice do them and then asking them politely. Doing this, you have a better chance at getting what you want.
son almost every day but I can't remember his name sadly he was from somewhere else he was the kindest kid his family was so respected by the neighborhood just the nicest people but after the 9/11 attack they just turned there back on them there son and I were out one day and two grown men looked at us and started say the meanest things i have ever heard i was scared and didn't know what to say so i just stared at them as my friend sat there with me the two men started walking closer i couldn't move I was so scared I didn't know what to do as they got closer they said “leave now you're not welcome here” I didn't know what they meant but befor
My brother and I were never the siblings who showed endless love for each other. Whenever we spent time together it would always end with a fight. It
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My brother and I have always been at each other’s throats all the way back to our forced meeting on the day of his birth. Do not get me wrong I love him and if he needed an organ I would be first in line with the promise to bug him about it until one of our deaths. As siblings we always have something sarcastic to say to each other, when the opportunity arises it never fails. Getting physical and pushing each other around is not a foreign concept to us.I mean if you can not wrestle with a sibling, are you really siblings? Are you really family? For as long as we have been forced to be siblings, physical situations have never gone too far, until 2008. In that year I was the victim of what many people would label criminal behavior.
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
It was a normal friday, my brother and I were dropped of at the mosque by my mother. We were supposed to meet the other YM members. YM is a muslim youth group from ages 13-25. We were supposed to meet up at the mosque at about seven thirty and pray. After prayer we would talk about a religious topic and then go to Bilal’s house to watch a movie. My brother and I were bored so we played basketball on the hoop that the mosque has. Then two more children came a boy my age and then a boy that is about sixteen. We just shot some hoops until someone would come.
Another reason for my belief is when I was a child myself I had a brother called Taylor and he misbehaved quite a bit and didn’t react to having things taken away from him, so my parents resorted to smacking him. After about a couple weeks of him having bruises and red marks he felt that his parents didn’t love him one bit and decided to…….. Well you can guess what happened to him, because this is why I have overcome my fear of talking publicly to bring you to terms with my own life to make you see this side of smacking that no one should ever experience but, unfortunately I cannot forget that
I was in second grade and excited to begin the new school year. When I tried to greet two new students, both large boys, they stared at me and burst into sarcastic, menacing laughter, taunting me with the derogatory term “chocolate boy.” As days passed, other students took up this taunting, and it later moved to physical intimidation. I had a clear sense that danger was imminent, and I began to feel a terrible sense of vulnerability. It was at this point that I decided, after my parents’ suggestion, to learn some form of martial art as self-defense.
One person can make a difference without violence. Their a tons of people that have made a difference without violence like during the Civil Rights Movement Martin Luther King made a difference he made the whites and blacks friends without violence. Same as Rosa Parks she was tried after a hard day of work and she sat down in the front of the bus and a white man wanted her set and she said no and she got put in jail.
In a regular basis, I have been with my three siblings which make us a group. When we’re a group, we go to the mall, theatre, or at the park. In addition, they have control my behavior through the use of socialization, conformity, compliance, obedience, formal, and informal social control.
The truth was that I grew up in a Christian home and was extremely loved. My family showed no favoritism. My brothers and I were treated equally and we loved each other. We had our brushes with each other’s bad side often, but brothers do that.
Growing up with two older brothers taught me to be unselfish, patient, and respectful. Being the youngest of three, I learned I would not always get what I wanted. I would have to be patient and wait my turn for a lot of things, such as the telephone and bathroom. I was glad that I was able to grow up with siblings to teach me these lifelong lessons. All three of us had to be respectful of each other or we would risk getting in trouble with my parents.