On an early morning, the sky bright with the light of a new sun rising in the East, I went to the seaport to witness the departure of the Queen of Sheba. She was embarking on a journey to visit the famous King Solomon. I arrived earlier than most and chose a spot to wait in front of a stone railing next to some pottery. The port was my favorite spot in the town and I rarely spent time anywhere else. My father and I had arrived here two months earlier and I haven’t discovered much else in the town besides the market where I occasionally run errands. My father is a fisherman and set up his own stand there, so I occasionally visit him as well. He left at dawn on a fishing trip and will return later in the afternoon to sell his daily catch. I watched …show more content…
The water gleamed with the early light of the sun and the waves gently lapped against the concrete slab I sat on. I looked to my right and marveled at the stone bridge and tower and then my attention was drawn to the patch of trees growing on the side of the large building on the port. There were still droplets of water on them causing the leaves to catch the sunlight. A ship was being prepared for the queen’s journey to Jerusalem, and many crates were being loaded onto small boats that would eventually be taken on the queen’s journey. I watched two men load medium sized chest that was painted red with black hinges and rivets and wondered what treasures it could contain. Then I heard a dog barking vigorously and the sound brought me back to reality from my daydream. I turned to investigate the mutt’s howls and to my surprise a crowd of people had ventured into the port. The Queen had finally arrived. She was surrounded by men and women and I hardly caught a glimpse of her as she boarded a smaller boat headed toward the …show more content…
He was a tall, broad, muscular man with dark hair and a few missing teeth. He handed me a large chest, which I struggled to carry but managed to get on to the ship. I dropped the chest with a few similar looking boxes and hastily searched for Anna. I abruptly stopped my search when I felt the boat rock. It was about to set sail. I hurried below deck and found a spot to hide as quickly as possible. A portion below deck was filled with many boxes and crates, and I saw one that was big enough for me to fit inside of and I opened it. It was empty. They all were. I wondered why they kept so many empty crates on board but didn’t have time to question it. I got inside and closed the lid and tried to calm myself down. I began to organize all the thoughts in my head and suddenly I realized that I forgot about my father. He would have no idea where I was and decided I needed to get off the ship. I could feel the ship moving and knew the longer I waited the farther I would be from land. I opened the lid slowly but saw two large figures standing there and closed it again. I was trapped. “What have I done?” I thought. I started hyperventilating in my box and it felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I blacked
It is important to note that Elizabeth Warnock Fernea herself is a brilliant writer, and her piece of Guests of the Sheik offers a very in debt analysis of an Iraqi village that would not be seen from most outsiders. How while Fernea concedes the fact that she is not an anthropologist she was married to one and the first two years of their marriage they lived in an Iraqi village called El Nahra. Since she lived in a village that has hardly any social contact between men and women, Fernea is able to give us a beautiful account of what the women’s life style, roles, and other aspects of a women’s life in an Iraqi village. While women are not treated incredibly badly there lifestyle was a lot different than the one an American woman would live. One of the primary directions of Fernea’s study are to show how the author could be credible in ultimately idealizing her culture and peoples in this ethnography. She uses her Self authority to convince the reader of that and her interactions with other women. The
Mary Queen of Scots, also known as Mary Stuart, was born on December 8th, 1542 to James V of Scotland and Mary of Guise. Just six days after Mary’s birth, her father died. She was crowned queen of Scotland within a year. Her regents originally arranged an engagement between her and Henry the VIII of England’s son, but after continuing to send his army north and encouraging the execution of a well-known Scottish patriot, they were determined to avoid marriage. So, in 1548, they sent Mary to France, where her mother was from. Mary was the engaged to the heir of the French throne, Francis of Valois, the son of Henry II of France and Catherine de Medicis. She grew up in the French court as a result of this. When she was 7, her mother came to visit her in France, unfortunately this
The boy in Araby was completely smitten with his neighbor and saw everything through the eyes of love. Everyday he has his own routine to make sure he would be able to see the girl. "Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlor watching her door. The
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
Brian May and Roger Taylor, in 1970, set the wheels in motion for Queen when they decided to form a band during their college years. Queen started out as a band called Smile who signed with Mercury Records, and included: Tim Staffell, Brian May, and Roger Taylor. Once Tim Staffell left, the group added Freddie Mercury (lead singer) and bassist John Deacon. Freddie Mercury, Farrokh Bulsara, was a fan of Smile and was added on as the lead vocalist. John Deacon began as a young guitarist who was a member of the group called The Opposition. This band was composed of a group of friends, and they were influenced by groups such as The Hollies and Herman’s Hermits. Eventually, Deacon was added to the group that already included Mercury, Taylor, and May. Over time, the group changed their name to Queen. The name Queen was selected by Mercury, and this name is symbolic of power and regality. The addition of Mercury proved to be an essential aspect to the history of Queen’s success. In Queen: The Early Years, Hodkinson writes, “much of what made Freddie also defined Queen: without him they were merely a model rock band with a bent for a commercial tune” (2). The group became well known for their theatrical performances and costumes that were often over the top. “From their international breakthrough in 1976, Queen continually remained one of the best-selling rock acts worldwide beyond Mercury's death in 1991. Their total record sales are estimated at up to 300 million records” (Desler 391). This group was important to the evolution of music and music performance in bands that were to follow them.
...a and her response to it at the beginning of the fifth stanza. The speaker being “followed” by the sea shows its hunt after her. Repeating the pronoun “He” alerts us to her continuing terror after she escapes the immediate site of the vulnerability. The sexualized motions of the sea follows the speaker’s that signal a transformation from the sexual aggressor to just a responsive partner from the sea’s part. When the speaker’s sexual urges and energies awakened or started, they outstrip those of the previous aggressive sea and exceed them in enjoinment. The repetition of “he” serves to discriminate the speaker’s state of arousal from the sea. When the speaker defines herself in terms “ankle” and “shoes,” she domesticates limits the irresistible sea with only these two phrases “his Silver Heel” and “ Pearl” because she restricts the sea to rise higher that her ankle.
The narrator on his quest experiences many obstacles. Even though it has been brought to the uncle’s attention the night before of what the narrator desires to do that does not prevent the narrator’s uncle from coming home late because “He had forgotten” and having no problem trying to further delay the narrator by reciting “The Arab’s Farwell to his Steed”. Furthermore, the narrator is once again is succumbed to “an intolerable delay” from the train to leave the station to which had an unbearably slow start. Once the narrator has finally reached his destination he has come to find that the bazaar is closed. Despite this, there is still one shop that is open which is an English china shop. The narrator is asked by the shop lady, who spoke with a “not encouraging tone” if he “wishes to buy anything”. Shockingly the narrator replies no and precedes to eventually leave. The narrator discovers that is quest was in vain as he gazed “up into the darkness” to which he realizes that he was “a creature driven and derided by vanity” this ultimate moment of when he full feels defeated and fooled. The epiphany of the narrator coming to the realization that this is the reality. The bazaar was nothing more than a commercialized version of something exotic and exciting. He knows that he doesn’t want her but the idea of her; this idea of something exotic and foreign. Leaving the bazaar with the feelings of shame and
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'Wilson sat on the balcony of the Bedford Hotel with his bald pink knees thrust against the ironwork.' He looked out toward the ocean - past the spire of the church thrust into the sky in defiance of the uniform serrated, tin roof-line of the huts clustered around the shore, past the bronze glimmering naked bodies of the inhabitants toiling through the midday heat, toting woven grass baskets and gray baked clay urns upon their heads - to the tranquility that lay just out of grasp, toward the calm that rested just above the water and just below the sky; an ephemeral space one could put his finger upon on land but which always alluded one, slipping just out of grasp when upon the sea. A foreign ship in the bay began taking down the sails to anchor, awaiting another day of futile searches for hidden diamonds. The setting sun draped the tin roofs with a golden gilt which overflowed and dripped to the sand below, creating a landscape worthy of Midas himself, if only for a few seconds.
Beauty is possessed by many, nevertheless, in the third century, a woman gave a whole different meaning to beauty and power. She was known as Queen Zenobia, the third-century queen of Palmyra. The city of Palmyra is located in modern-day Syria and in the Greek translation Palmyra derived from the word “Tadmor” which means "palm tree”. This paper examines the life of Queen Zenobia, her success as well as her failures. Born in Palmyra in the early 240 CE, Zenobia was given the name Julia Aurelia Zenobia. Zenobia was described as being tall and beautiful with dark eyes, and dark complexion. She was half-Greek and half-Arab and claimed to be a descended of Cleopatra. In Hypatia's Heritage, Margaret Alic stated that
The story “Araby” opens with a description of North Richmond Street. This gives reader the first view of the young boy's world. The Richmond Street “was a quiet street except.....the boys free” (Joyce 345). The young boy in “Araby” lives with his aunt a...
In this poem, the author tells of a lost love. In order to convey his overwhelming feelings, Heaney tries to describe his emotions through something familiar to everyone. He uses the sea as a metaphor for love, and is able to carry this metaphor throughout the poem. The metaphor is constructed of both obvious and connotative diction, which connect the sea and the emotions of love.
Sails furled, flag drooping at her rounded stern, she rode the tide in from the sea. She was a strange ship, indeed, by all accounts, a frightening ship, a ship of mystery. Whether she was trader, privateer, or man-of-war no one knows. Through her bulwarks black-mouthed cannon yawned. The flag she flew was Dutch; her crew a motley. Her port of call, an English settlement, Jamestown, in the colony of Virginia. She came, she traded, and shortly afterwards was gone. Probably no ship in modern history has carried a more portentous freight. Her cargo? Twenty slaves.
This place was terrible. They took our clothes away, forced hundreds of us into tightly packed rooms, literally stacked on top of one another like a can of sardines. I was missing you all so much and needed you at the time for comfort. I could not stand it anymore as we rocked back and forth, weeping and angry. As I was bleeding terribly, I forced myself to unlock my hands from the chain. At that point I didn’t care how much pain I was in, all I wanted to do was escape. When I finally did escape and free the others, this raging power came upon me to takeover the ship. The others and I killed all but two of the Spanish on the ship. It felt good to let out all the anger that was built up inside of me and I felt accomplished and powerful.
Queen Elizabeth the First took on the formidable task of becoming queen at the young age of twenty-five. Despite her age, she ruled over England with all the wisdom of grace that one should. It has been argued that Queen Elizabeth I was a big part in Europe not being involved in the religious wars that tore apart many European states during the 1500’s.