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I am a school bag. My name iuffus. I am train themed. My color is blue and green. I have seven zipped pockets. A bag manufacturing factory made me. I was kept in a big bag’s shop.
One day a boy named Abdullah came to the shop with his father. He was looking for a new school bag and decided to take me home. He loved and liked me a lot. Before he had a Dinosaur themed bag but he didn’t like it anymore. So he gave it to his little brother and bought me. When I entered in his house I was in a different room with many toys and stuffed animals. He used to buy a lot of new things. He was a very rich child. He kept all of his books and stationary in me. He found me useful.
I carried everything he wanted to take to his school. I kept the things safe in me and made sure that no one touched any of his things. Every night his mother checked me to watch out whether all the things were organized or not. Every morning his mom kept his lunch bag and water bottle beside me. He picked me up everyday and took me to school. Once Abdullah picked me up and I got stuck in his class chair. He pulled me and I got torn. Instead of repairing me, I was thrown on a heap of garbage. I was very sad. I thought Abdullah was very caring but he wasn’t.
After a few hours, a poor lady picked me up and took me home. She washed and scrubbed me with soapy water. She sewed me and hanged me on the wall. When I was dried she gave me to her son named Ali. He was extremely happy to get me because he always wanted to have a backpack. Poor Ali took care of me more than Abdullah and used me for years.
I liked my new owner a lot. I learnt a lesson in my life that being with the rich is not important rather a caring owner is more valuable.
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Comments (5)Add Comment
Marina 1 year
Such a lovely piece of writing…keep shining princess ?
Faraz Ali 1 year
Hi I read your autobiography. It’s really nice to read. Best of luck
Haseeb 1 year
Mashallah great Job Zoha. Keep it up.
Samreen 1 year
wow great job sweetie. Outstanding imagination
Shumaila 1 year
My sweet, intelligent and beautiful Zoha, i wish you have a beautiful life ahead just like your beautiful mind, God bless you more and more,
Love
Shumaila pupho
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Hello, I am a bag. But I am not an ordinary bag. I am a school bag and this is my autobiography. Check it out.
My main purpose in life is to transport many school materials such as books and pencil cases.
I can be made from a different kind of fiber. I can exist in many different shapes and colors. I can have different names such as backpack, rucksack or handbags.
Early life
I was born in one factory in the early seventies of the 20th century. My first owner was a boy named Tommy. My color was army green and my intention was for the soldiers. I didn’t have many friends at that time since we were not popular in school. I was made from nylon. My owner didn’t like me. His parents wanted that he carries me to school, but he refused. I went out only a couple of times. And then one day he left to college and I stayed in the house, alone and forgotten.
Mille, the second owner
The eighties come. One day, a new family has come to the house where I lived. One girl found me. Her name was Mille. At that time, many kids wore school bags, so Mille decided to take me out. She was really wonderful. She carried a lot of books in school and I was glad to help her. And not just that. Mille carried me everywhere – to picnics, on hiking and social meetings. She usually wore me on one shoulder.
I was Mille’s best friend until the end of the college. At that time I was very old and tired. It was time to take a rest. Mille put me in her closet were I spend the last days of my life.