Childhood
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Journey Through Sound Hala Hadi, Deer Park Childhood has a way of amplifying sound. At eight years old, I would sit in the back of my dad’s car, giggling as a mischievous gust of air slipped past the window and rushed against my ears, while we sped along the motorway. The deep grinding of the…
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Tooba Khokhar, Cambridge There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. i Childhood is an age of wonder, a time when our eyes have not grown used to the sights of this…
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