My most memorable thing was when I was ten years old, and I was coming to England. My parents decided to bring us to England for some good Education. When I was coming I felt sad but I was also excited. I was sad because I was leaving behind all my friends and the place that I knew. A part of me wanted to stay in Pakistan, because this is where I was born and this is where I had grown up. I felt that I was going to leave ma part of my identity behind.

I was excited when I sat in the aeroplane I had never flown before I was warned because I had heard stories in the news about plane crashes and hijackings. When I sat in the plane the seats were a grey colour and they were leather seats. I felt nice when I sat in the aeroplane. The seats were nice and they had games, and walkmans on the seats. When they gave me something to eat it was a horrible taste of the food that they gave me to eat.

When the plane landed at Heathrow Airport, it was raining and people said it rained a lot in England. Waiting to meet us were my father and uncle. I was so pleased to see my father and uncle. I ran in to my father’s arms. Then we began the 200 miles journey to our new home in Bradford. I passed all sorts of people and different kinds of buildings. Everything was so very different.