The night of December twentieth had a huge impact in my life. It was the night I lost a friend who was a great influence to me. Zainab, the girl whose presence brought life wherever she went, was my classmate and a close friend. She was a creative and dedicated art student of Marc Garneau collegiate. It was through her interest in art that I got to know her. Her passion towards art was similar to mine. It was as if fate had brought us together in the same art class in her last few months. I got to know a person that I would never forget for the rest of my life. .
The day I received the phone call informing me about her death shocked me. It was hard to believe that a person who sparkled with so much exuberance would fade away within just a few moments. The instant I saw her lying in the coffin, I knew I had lost her forever. The girl who would never stop talking was lying motionless in front of me. I could not believe my eyes. The pain I suffered from this trauma was endless throughout the week. The feeling of losing a person close to me was overwhelming. It was hard to accept the fact that she would never enter the art class again with the bright smile of hers. Even now, I can't stop picturing her face beautiful face, the smile she carried even in the gloomiest days and the eyes that always sparkled with enthusiasm. .
She came up to me once and said, "If you wanna do something do it right or don't do it at all." I'll always remember these words she said with so much enthusiasm and confidence in her eyes. Her willingness to pursue perfection in everything she did was an inspiration to me. She had so much determination, so much ambition and such a bright future ahead of her. But everything was stolen in one night. .
This trauma I experienced turned my life in a way that I came more into focus with my goals. I realized that life is too short to be wasted. Zainab took advantage of every moment and made use of the time she was given.
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