Tuesday, August 18, 2009
summary . ls 1 .
according to the legend , coffee was the most famous drink . Tokyo itself has 16,000 and nation wide , over 100,00 coffeehouses as it was the main income for many countries. Japan's coffeehouse coffee's cost the same as the US . For those who think that is expensive , then can get theirs from vending machines at cheap prices. From a small reputation , it has turned into a worldwide reputation. Well , the jitter problem was caused by coffee's cooling frosts which has damaged a large number of trees and people . It happened again in June 1979. Thus , brazil called off all trades , As a result , prices increased , The only solution was to have a reserve and a limited amount. This has been done twice until the market is stable again . Despite all the problems , coffee still is the best .
Thursday, August 13, 2009
summary , edited .
The child is gone. Everyone knew what was expecting for a lonely child in the forest. Lukas was gone before anyone noticed and thus Anna went to pick up the men. No one knew where Lukas could be neither could they understand why there were no tracks . Even if there were tracks, it could be other children’s as well. Malie, Sofie and Elias were looking for Lukas till night, however found no sign of him. Everybody thinks it was the big feet’s fault which was Malie's concern. They would not have felt trampling on a child. Anna and the men were back from searching at different directions. Martiens ordered the women as well. Malie and sofie were asked to make a big fire. Koo’s left for Deep Walls early in the morning to inform the forester about the missing. Everyone knew that a child is tougher then a forest. The child was not found even when forty men were searching on the sixth day and was reported dead. Elias never accepted that Lukas was dead even to the very end.
(160 words)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
mock paper , summary .
Lukas family was worried because the child was gone. By being brought up in forests, it was known what will be there for a child when he was alone there. It was not understood how he could have been gone. Anna had to go and bring the men. Malie, Sofie and Elias were looking for Lukas till night, however found no sign of him. Everybody thinks it was the bigfeet's fault which was Malie's concern. They would not have felt trampling on a child. Anna and the men were back from searching at different directions. Martiens ordered the women as well. Malie and sofie were asked to make a big fire. Sofie's husband left for Deep Walls early in the morning to inform the forester about the missing. Everyone knew that a child is tougher then a forest. The child was not found even when forty men were searching on the sixth day and was reported dead. Elias never accepted that Lukas was dead even to the very end.
(157 words)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Draft 5 ; Memories .
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They moved together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps as pests ran around together with unpleasant smells started to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements gushed through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging turned her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Are you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors who are born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performance as the country adapted the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to help herself. She looked around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese occupied the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replied, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(608 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps as pests ran around together with unpleasant smells started to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements gushed through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging turned her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Are you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors who are born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performance as the country adapted the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to help herself. She looked around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese occupied the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replied, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(608 words)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Draft 4 ; Memories . ( HNE )
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replies, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(621 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replies, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(621 words)
Draft 3 ; Memories . ( HNE )
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(629 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(629 words)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Draft 2 ; Historical Narrative Essay .
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(630 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(630 words)
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