Si El- Haoués University Center of Barika

English Department
Level: 3rd Year English License
Module: writing
Student name: Hanine Hadji

Narration: Sample Essay 

Critical thinking
1.
Susan Musgrave chose the word “rites” because that way the title has a
double meaning. Rites means Rituals and Rights would mean something
else which is our human rights.
2.
we don't have to be surrounded by stone and iron to find ourselves in
a prison or in a cage. The strongest bars are not made of iron, but of our
own fears and thoughts. People live their days never brave enough to step
off the path and live the life they wish for. This is due to fear. They're locked
inside a cage of their own creation and they don't even realize it. They don't
know what it truly means to be free. Freedom comes from within, stone
walls cannot deny our inner freedom, it may prevent a person from moving
freely in their body, but if they can still love freely whoever they want, and
have free emotions and let their thoughts fly free, then in heart, mind and
soul - they are free.
3.
 Susan Musgrave makes real the agony of so many people who have a
loved one in prison. In the beginning, she described the vibes around the
place while visiting her husband, we can see that the words she used show
how creepy and dreary was the place and what kind of sad feelings and
thoughts she gets as she goes through the procedures that strip her of
belongings, no one would ever be comfortable with such experience, it
takes so much energy from her. Susan mentions a quote from the poet
Lovelace “stone walls do not a prison make” as if she is saying that being
surrounded by stone walls does not necessarily make you a prisoner it is
our thoughts and fears created by us. Although Susan was struggling this
whole time, she had to make her marriage in prison while it was supposed
to be a special day, people were claiming that she is helping her husband
with his drug habits, and now she has to deal with the fact that Stephen
refused to meet her and the feeling of betrayal that she felt, yet she kept
holding her tears from falling till the end of the visit.
4.
From paragraph 1 to 3: the author used the word “at the first glance” to
Describe later the vibes outside the place while visiting the prison to see
her husband, and what kind of feelings she gets every time she is there.
From Paragraph 4 to 6: Susan describes the procedures of entering and
the atmosphere inside and then she expresses the thoughts that were
spinning inside her mind while waiting for her man, the details around her
made her restore her marriage memories with him.
From Paragraph 7 to 14: the author describes how broken she was after
her husband refused to meet her and the feeling of betrayal after
discovering his bad habits yet she was doing her best to break the ice and
be supportive to her husband
From Paragraph 15 to 20: the author narrates how difficult it is to be
married to a prisoner and all the things people say about you without even
digging into the truth.
5.
Susan Musgrave did not write this essay with a point of view in mind I think
that she was just telling the story of what happened to Stephen and how it
is to love someone who is in jail. It never mattered to her what people said
or thought, she loved him to the ends of the earth and back, so she was not
trying to present any point of view behind this essay. However, I would like
to say my thoughts of it, I think that it is very precious to be loved by
someone, Susan Musgrave was supporting her husband till the end though
he did something wrong. I would not say that love makes people blind, love
makes them free, she was free from all of the barriers that the world made
for her, her mind was free, so she never stopped loving and supporting her
husband.

writing in response
topic n02

After years of immigration, dissolution, and travel in countries near and

far away from my hometown, the Airlines plane finally landed at Neverland,
on a journey that I did not know when to end, because my heart escaped
flying in front of me before my body, as if I was on a race track between my
heart and that plane distinguished by its elegance and services. After a trip
in which memories and wishes compete, the plane landed at Neverland
International Airport, which wore a frilly dress, as if a distinguished artist
had embroidered it on that glamorous length of that great cultural edifice.
After simple procedures, the Passport Officer told me: Welcome, Lady, to
your country, Neverland. I responded to him: I miss everything in my
country then he answered me with a smile: and Neverland longs for its
children.
At the airport door, buses waited for passengers to take them to most of
the big Neverland neighborhoods, and through the quiet, air-conditioned
bus window, I watched every little and big detail on city streets. I finally met
my sweetheart, my hometown! How amazing is the organization of its
streets, and their afforestation, and their coordination Everything was
carefully painted as if I were in a city decorated to spread comfort and
reassurance in the souls of its people at all times. When I reached our
neighborhood, I preferred to walk on foot to my family's house until I was
saturated with thoughts of my mind and the sorrow of my soul that has
been groaning at the separation of the homeland since 2007.I passed that
elegant street embroidered with jasmine trees, and looked at the homes of
our neighbors and remembered that woman who was happy to come to
visit my family and hug me because I was a friend of her son who passes
away as if she found in me some memories of her dead son, and when I
reached my family's house and they did not know that I had arrived, I don’t
know whether I knocked on the outside door, or went directly to the inner
door of the hall and before I knocked on the door I stood for a moment and
with strange and fleeting moments I went through my imagination, the past
years of life with its sweet and bitter, here we sat, here we laughed, and
here we had tea. Beautiful memories despite all the aches!
I knocked on the door, and it was an amazing surprise for my family, and
after my brothers greeted me warmly for those long years, we sat down a
little and cried with joy, and after hours of arrival, all my loved ones from my
brothers and sisters, and most of my relatives and friends came to greet
me. In the evening I told them to leave me with my memories so that I
might satisfy the longing and curiosity of those bitter years, and at that
moment I remembered my mother's room, who in a moment left like a
moon in its splendor and beauty, and sat where we were sitting together,
and we ate from her hand the simplest and most delicious food, but despite
its simplicity, it was still stuck in my spirit and thoughts, I remembered that
the heavy tea that we had never tasted like in our Western stations!
In the streets of our elegant neighborhood, I remembered pictures of my
beloved ones whom I had left, and I stood in front of their homes as if I
were a body without a soul, and I do not know how we parted? I tried to
retrieve my memories that had severed the strings of my heart and found
them fleeing in front of me one by one. At that moment, I felt the sorrow of
the tearing of the soul and body, and I don't know what to do. Where am I
going? Suddenly I heard the alarm clock woke me up! OH my God .. it's a
dream, I've been dreaming. Nevertheless, the joy of that distant dream
continues to overwhelm my soul and my being! If only some of our dreams
come true.