Out Of Darkness Comes Light

Ten years ago Tariq couldn’t have walked down Leyton high street without having at least one racist comment shouted at him. His family was driven out of Iraq because of Saddam Hussein. His father was taken hostage by a guerilla mob and is most likely dead. He found his way to Britain in the back of a lorry with his mother and his two younger sisters. When he arrived in Britain he lived in a hostel in Leytonstone with his family and his twelve year old sister had to work as a prostitute to try and earn enough money to provide for the family.

His mother was ill and his youngest sister, Zahrsa had to look after her throughout the day whilst he was at school trying to get an education. He was bullied continuously at school and had one friend Marik who lived on the same estate as him. Tariq’s story started like this:It was your average Tuesday night for Tariq.

He’d just finished school at Tom Hood High School, where he went to school, and was making his way to the park where he always met his friend Marik, everyday after school. Marik’s family was very rich and Marik went to a private school in Hertfordshire where he was bullied constantly.

That was the base of their friendship, the fact that they were both the victims of bullying. Tariq made his way over to the swings in the corner of the playground, avoiding the stares from the rudeboys who were sitting on the bench the other side of the park most likely smoking cannabis.

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Marik was normally here first because his bus stop was just round the block but it was Tariq’s turn to play the waiting game today. Tariq started to count the buses going past him on the road opposite him when Marik turned the corner.Marik made his way over to Tariq and sat down on the swing next to him.Ten years ago Tariq couldn’t have walked down Leyton high street without having at least one racist comment shouted at him. His family was driven out of Iraq because of Saddam Hussein.

His father was taken hostage by a guerilla mob and is most likely dead. He found his way to Britain in the back of a lorry with his mother and his two younger sisters. When he arrived in Britain he lived in a hostel in Leytonstone with his family and his twelve year old sister had to work as a prostitute to try and earn enough money to provide for the family. His mother was ill and his youngest sister, Zahrsa had to look after her throughout the day whilst he was at school trying to get an education. He was bullied continuously at school and had one friend Marik who lived on the same estate as him.

Tariq’s story started like this:It was your average Tuesday night for Tariq. He’d just finished school at Tom Hood High School, where he went to school, and was making his way to the park where he always met his friend Marik, everyday after school. Marik’s family was very rich and Marik went to a private school in Hertfordshire where he was bullied constantly.

That was the base of their friendship, the fact that they were both the victims of bullying. Tariq made his way over to the swings in the corner of the playground, avoiding the stares from the rudeboys who were sitting on the bench the other side of the park most likely smoking cannabis. Marik was normally here first because his bus stop was just round the block but it was Tariq’s turn to play the waiting game today. Tariq started to count the buses going past him on the road opposite him when Marik turned the corner. Marik made his way over to Tariq and sat down on the swing next to him.