Narrative Essay On The Living Dystopia

The Living Dystopia:

The rumbling sound of gunfire in the daunting dark room hauled him from his sleep. In his dream he was once again free from the harsh world that continued to devour him. He gradually sat up and listened to the pandemonium outside the windowless structure known as ‘home’. Untangling himself from the bed sheets he stood, staring out over the obliterated city. Ever since the invasion by the Taliban that wiped away the majority of the population; his beloved country was lost to the filth that contaminated the streets. The tremors had worsened over the years. All that was left for him was his cherished young and innocent son, who he would do anything for.

Every morning after waking he would ramble throughout the city to get him to school, located in the middle of nowhere. On …show more content…
He discussed his life’s journey and the events that are documented in that book. I was in Year Seven at that time. Due to my young age, I didn’t really care or understand the significance it had on my father’s life. However, as a young child, I could always remember that he was a bright and highly enthusiastic individual who was always ready to learn. My father is a superb self-educator and I recall loving the process of learning in all sorts of ways alongside him as he inspired me. Then came education in Australia and his fascination with learning was put to the test against the backdrop of the now traditional educational process.

The first time I read the book; I skimmed through the pages and found a quote that confronted me. I could tell that it was written by my grandfather because of the neat and beautiful handwriting. “The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it from you.” I found this quite ironic, as it perfectly summarised and reflected my father’s life