Ameen

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My Writing

My Brother Who

My little brother, His kind heart and funny antics, Who always brings me a morning smile, Who knows when to play and when not to, Is my number one encouragement, And is the best brother in the world. Today is still my favorite.

Player To Coach   Well Coach I'll tell you,   Life for me hasn't been a green soccer field,   It's had holes in it,   And rainy days,   Sod torn up,   And sometimes no field at all. Bare. But all the season,  I've been running on,   Scoring goals,   And winning games,   Sometimes going in the rain,   Where there hasn't been any warmth. So coach don't yell at us,  Don't take that path,   Cause you'll find it kinda hard to win games without a team. For I'm still going coach,  I'm still running,   And life for me hasn't been a green soccer field!

Babyhood

I screamed my presence on this world at 11:20 A.M. in the Northern General Hospital on Herries Road in Sheffield, England on June 11, 1998. I weighed exactly six pounds. My mom had an emergency C-section. My parents chose my name because of a dream my mom had. ???? At first, my family was surprised that I was a “red head”, then blonde. Now I have brown hair. A weird fact about my birth is that there was a double-rainbow over Sheffield when my mom went into labor. I don’t know much about my birth town because we moved when I was just ten days old. :(

Special Event

My favorite event is when my soccer team won third place in the state championship. I was at practice one day when my coach announced it. The season ended up lasting a lot longer for us because of all the training. After a long time of training for two hours every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we went to the district championship and won all three games in a day. Then, we were ready to go to Dothan, AL., where the tournament was. My dad had to work the day that we were supposed to leave, so we had to leave at 7:00 P.M. We got to our hotel at 1:00 A.M. I couldn’t sleep that night because I was so nervous about the three games I would have the next day. When I woke up the next morning, I had breakfast, put my jersey, socks, shin-guards, and cleats on and went to the car. When we got there, we won the first two games easily, and the third ended in a tie of three to three. The game ended in penalty shots and we had won ten to six. The next day, I had the same morning routine and went to the field. We had four games that day. We barely won the first game because of a goal we scored in the last few seconds. On the second game, we were against a team with most of its players older than us. We lost that game four to six and were disqualified because we lost. After the game, we went straight back to the hotel, packed, and left. I’ll never forget those days.

**W****here I’m From** **By: Ameen**
 * I am from my first memories,**
 * from those small apartments in Atlanta.**
 * I’m from riding with training wheels on the tiny apartment porch.**
 * (Even harder when two people are trying to ride at the same time.)**
 * I’m from finally leaving those tiny apartments;**
 * The man upstairs who banged on his floor whenever my baby sister cried.**


 * I’m from Mrs. Beverly, the woman in charge of the daycare before I was old enough to go to school.**
 * And learning to ride on two wheels on my first ever driveway:**
 * (Inspired to do so by a dream).**
 * I’m from meeting Landon:**
 * (The boisterous neighbor who became my best friend).**
 * I’m from using plastic lawn tables as our dinner table.**


 * I’m from moving here,**
 * to Anniston, Alabama.**
 * To what I thought was a palace,**
 * The biggest house I’d ever seen.**
 * Getting used to life in such a small town**
 * with huge houses.**
 * My past and present,**
 * to sadden me or make me cheerful.**

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 * I’m from those times-**
 * hard, but now easy**
 * brought me here.**

The Compare-Contrast Essay Thingy I think that a hero should be mainly brave, honest, and willing to give to others and sacrifice their time and effort. They should do what is right no matter what. All of the other superhuman stuff is limited to comics. Nelson Mandela and Rosa Parks are both heroes because they both did what they thought was right; they both tried to end unfair treatment of blacks. They both went to jail for it and could have been in jail for a lot longer than they were if people hadn’t realized that they were right. They were both honest and stuck to their belief that all people are equal. Finally, they were willing to sacrifice many years of their lives to give freedom to their people.

The Random Stuff That I Just Felt Like Putting On My Page

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This is what England's World Cup jersey looked like in the 2010 World Cup.

In case you were wondering, my PSN is: ams812 I think I'm gonna make a different one and transfer my files though. I'm open to any suggestions...

My Favorite Quote  ﻿     People need a role model more than they need a critic.

You're probably really bored if you've even bothered to look at this page, so go and fill a bucket. Or I suppose you could make a smoothie if you really want to. Either way, this page is boring. If you actually bother to read this last sentence, it will tell you absolutely nothing. Wait! It tells you that it won't tell you anything, which means that it tells you something. This is rambling and contradictory, so I'll stop here.