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Personal Narrative

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My life was going great in Pakistan. I was living like a prince because my family were very wealthy. My family had 6 houses, and the one we lived in had eleven rooms. We also had servants, who cooked for us and cleaned for us. We also had a driver, who would take us around the city when we had to go to work or school, which was quite far away. My dad was a business man. He had two businesses; one was a leather jackets factory and another was a car retailer. It was a leading business in those years. On the other hand, my mum worked in a Government hospital as an eye surgeon with her own private eye hospital in Karachi. We were well settled in Pakistan. In Pakistan I was studying in St Patrick’s High secondary school which is a private school …show more content…

It was extremely difficult for me to leave my school, the place I had been for the last seven years, but I knew that there was a bright future waiting for me in the UK. It wasn't an easy time for me at all. I was so depressed, but I refused to let my tears fall so that my parents wouldn't see how hard everything was for me. I told myself that I had to stay strong and that everything would be okay, I just had to pray and work hard. At first, before I moved to London, I started trying to find out as much as I could. I wanted to know where I was going. I found out that 55% of London's population is made up of those from ethnic origin, meaning that I wouldn't be the only one of dark skin. I also found out that there would loads for me to do in London, including but not limited to, visiting the London Eye, the Dungeons, St Paul’s Cathedral and many other things. At first, I was scared that I would be the only brown boy there, but my fear was irrational as London is very diverse, with people of many different cultures living there. I was no longer scared of forgetting my native language, Urdu; people in the UK speak all different

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