I was reading the 2010 assessment report and came across this creative piece, i noticed it was quite short but addressed the prompt. However, i think that it didn't explore the prompt in enough detail? It was a level higher than scratching the surface so to speak. But it is written well.... Word count:457.
It is difficult to remain a bystander in any situation of conflict.
In a sea of white faces his middle eastern features stick out like a sore thumb. Amongst the suit clad caucassion men, he wore
casual, loose fitting clothes. Sitting on the bus he waits for his stop to come. One by one the suit clad men leave for their large
monstrous office buildings. But for this middle eastern man he arrives at a humble little store, along the shop grounds lay
majestic and beautiful rugs of all sizes. Each one telling a more and more vivid tale of his past experiences, each rug a reflection
of himself.
Like every other day he sits at his store alone, waiting for the next customer. However he is not truly alone as he looks over at his
many rugs and peers into his past. Reminiscing about all those he loved deeply and the long journey he has taken. He scans his
shop and admires each rug he has made, each with meticulous care.
As the touches the spine of the rug he can smell the afghan air and feel it brush past gently across his face. On another rug he
can picture his kind brother Grorg Ali guiding him into manhood when he was a child. Although happy memories, he had also
had intertwined his rugs with sad memories for, passionate feelings that fuelled his soul with the motivation to create something
beautiful.
This one rug was different however, its colours red, charcoal, and onyx. Reflecting the sorrow he felt in his heart of that night.
When all he could do was hide, the fear struck him like a killing blow. He could not move, he could not persevere through the
screams either. The screams of his people. He could not help, nor could he have changed any thing that day. But this memory
burdens him, with sadness and suffering. Yet he continues to live with it and accept it.
That memory from long ago, almost twenty years from now. Out of a nightmare one night it came to him. That he had to
remember all those lost that night. He no longer held grudges or hatred but of sentiment for the mazan people.
Like any other rug it is displayed with care and respect in his shop. An old caucasiun lady enters his shop at around two o’clock
in the afternoon.
‘Excuse me, but that red, and black rug is absolutely beautiful. Can you sell it to me?’ she asked politely, the rug had caught her
eye as she walked down the street.
‘No, my sincerest apologies. But that rug is not for sale. It is a very beautiful rug. In fact more than a rug is a story,’ he replied,
he enthusiastically smiled and showed her another rug.
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Probably scored an 8? Anyway there isnt much time worrying now, but would just like to get some opinions so if i do find im short on time i can just produce a short creative piece!
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