By: Sakina Mustaali, 10A

Growing up I have always been jealous of the freedom the upper classes would get. I still remember when I was in grade viii, how glorious the upper classes seemed. Their freedom in almost everything, started my longing to become a senior. But now that I am here, in the same grade as once they were, I feel like I am still a child, who is being forced to handle responsibilities which are not exactly mine. Like I was not ever fit to do this. I am still the same grade viii student, nothing has changed over the years. But the truth is everything has changed, the pressure to do good hangs above us like a dark storm cloud. Any second the thunder will blast me apart and ill be split apart in pieces. It might sound dramatic for someone who has already gone through this phase, but as someone who is going through the first stages of trying to not ruin their life it is kinda overwhelming. And aside this overwhelming pressure the thought of school ending and going our on ways now without my friends to back me up is also a very frightening thought. I will miss the comfort which this school provided me immensely. Leaving this school and going into the real world which we have been preparing ourselves for is frightening. Inshallah I will have learned how to fight against the black storm cloud over me and do good.