The war began when I was seven years old. It was a time of great change. Blackout, heavy curtains at every window were criss-crossed with adhesive brown paper to avoid the danger of flying glass. We had gas masks in case of a gas attack. We had to queue at the local police station for additional filters as the Germans developed new gasses.Thanks to the cozy blanket it kept me warm along the way. What felt like years, we came to a stop It is my first ever time going to Manchester. The view is quite good. It is not like our country where it always rains. Here it stays warm.These no smoke alarms but in our country the smoke dashes throw the air and leashes off into the known.I waited what felt like days no one picked me till I was last I think it was because of my ripped shoes. But in a glimpse a  gripped felt on  me by my arms.

I used to call my friend on the way to school. He lived above a shop. One morning the shop had disappeared, instead there was a pile of rubble. I am the eldest of six children. We were all evacuated to He lived in a house near the coast line he said  there was about 100 or about  200 house near by people stared in shock but moments later we arrived at a house what looked like a mansion he gave me a towel soap and hair jell he told me to go have a heat wave bath and as soon as I came downstairs he had brand new cloths waiting for me.

Anyways I’m staying with uzair in Manchester in a house near a work tower.His home had a lit fireplace and a small  garage and there is water in the lake district when he lets me get water.He lets me get a gallon of water everyday.

He  gave me some chores to do and when I was done he would take me out and eat and to the store.He would let me watch until 10 o’clock on the telli.Queues happened at all shops especially when the bush telegraph reported that bananas were being sold at a local shop! Clothing coupons a black-market commodity.I remember the horse drawn wagons carrying coal,milk, bread and cakes.

The town is full of people shopping around getting food. People stare in shock staring at us as we shop in different shops. There was a long path going zig zag and criss-crossing in different directions and some paths were Longer shorter or wider.

We have lunch outside in the hot sunny weather. Mr Uzair sends me to a  private school where there are fun activities and  nice teachers. He sends me pancakes and different kinds of bread and some people bury their turnips when they go and when it is there playing out time they wash them and eat them. 

I hope you and umar are alright and mum and dad it beats mr abu backer.I write to you every day and could you please write back.

Sincerely, your son Zain.