NARRATIVE ESSAY FOR SPM ~

FRIENDSHIPS THEME
Write a story ending with my heart bleed and I cried
Living in a serene village near the pristine sea was a real treasure for
me as its tranquillity and refreshing atmosphere with a picturesque sea was
a really perfect getaway whenever my head was on the verge with all of the
schools works and pressures. Every day, my best friend, Razman and I
would go to the sea to watch the sun sets as the invigorating coolness of the
sea breeze caressed our skins. Ever since we were in the kindergartens, we
had done the same thing. In the eye of the fishermen there, Razman and I
are kindred spirits and our genuine camaraderie could never be separated
by hooks or crooks.
One day, I was feeling a little bit under the weather. My head was
spinning and my body was soaking wet with perspirations. So, I decided to
take a nap in order to recuperate my illness. Out of the blue, Razman came
visiting me. He asked me to accompany him to the ice creams stall near the
beach. I refused his tempting request almost instantly as my condition was
not permissible. But, he kept begging me and his constant chatter was
really irascible that I thought my head was going to explode. I tried to
control my temper but I failed. I shouted at him, Just go there by your own
self and stop annoying me! Razman remained speechless upon hearing my
yells.
Sorry, I did not meant to disturb you. I promised that I will not do it
again in the future, Razman said slowly. I felt guilty watching him cycling
away from my house with a crestfallen face. Nevertheless, about one metre
from my house Razman turned his dimpled face to look at me and I was at
sixes and sevens when he gave me an unexplainable gaze. He smiled at me
and I tried to smile at him back but my lips did not cooperate well with my
mind causing me to stand there poker faced. So, I just retreated into my
bed room and decided to wait until I am hale and hearty enough before I
went to meet Razman and asked for his forgiveness. Quickly, I swallowed
down two Paracetamols tablets before going to the bed. The clock was
tinkling 11 a.m. by the time I dosed off into my own imaginary world of
dream.
I could see Razman lying unconscious on the white bed. His face was
pale and his legs had been amputated. I tiptoed towards him. Suddenly,
when I am near enough he woke up. He grabbed my shirts collar and
shouted in a coarse voice which was very unlikely him You must pay for
what had happened to me! I gaped for air and tried to struggle away from
him but for a sick person that had just been out of comma, Razman was
strong enough. I was lack of oxygen. I blinked my eyes rapidly and suddenly
I woke up from the dreadful dream. It was only a dream, I whispered to
myself as my heart was racing. My head was no longer aching and I could
feel my bodys temperature had been back to normal. So, I quickly took a
bath and dressed to meet Razman.
By the time I was on my bicycle, I could see people running and
shouting. It was like something had chased them away from the beach. I
heard the word Tsunami being pronounced loudly but I could not make
any sense about its meaning. Then, I saw my mother. She was a hawker at a
foods stall near the beach and she was running too. She recognized me at
once, Run son! Run to the hill and saved your life! I stood rooted to the
ground as my teachers words about what tsunami is echoed in my mind. I
remembered Razman said he was going to the beach. I tried to search for his
figure but he was not anywhere to be found. At the same time, my brothers
were dragging me to the hill.
My whole family was safe during that unexpected tragedy as we
managed to climb the hill before the waves swept us. On the next day, the
government had sent the Air Forces helicopter to bring us out to our
momentary shelter. There, I went all nook and cranny to find Razman but
my search had come to no end. Razmans mother was crying days and
nights. His 5-year old sister was always asking me to bring back her Abang
Man and tears were strolling down my cheeks upon seeing her as she
resembled much of Razmans features. But, we did not have to wait long as
three days after that, Razmans body returned without its life. My heart
bleed and I cried.

CONTINUOUS: NARRATIVE WRITING With a starting phrase

Write a story starting with: The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone...

The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone. This was after her husbands early
death. She and her son lived in a wooden house. It was a small house with only one bedroom and a
kitchen.
Mariam wanted Sam to study hard to get good result. So she would not let Sam help her do
any household chores or wash his own clothes. The years flew by. Sam sat for his SPM examination
and pass with flying colours.
His mother was very happy. She went round telling her friends, My Sam will be leaving for
the city to study in a college. He will become a Manager one day. Ill move to live with him in the
city. Then, my struggle is worth it.
So Mariam continued to work hard to send money to Sam who was studying a business
degree. For Mariam, it was a tough life. Meanwhile, Sam kept on phoning home to ask for more
money. Mariam even had to borrow from her neighbours and friends to send her son the money.
Three years Sam stopped calling home. He did not even let his mother where he was. When
she phoned the faculty, they told her that he had graduated and left for job. However, they could
not her more. Mariam was baffled. Where was Sam? She was so sure he would come back and fetch
her for city. So, she started to pack some of her bags and boxes.
Three months later, there was still no news or call from Sam. One day, Mariams niece, Kate,
came to talk to her about Sam. She told her aunt, Auntie, a friend of mine met Sam in a bank. Hes
the branch manager. This is his address.
Early in the morning, Mariam took the first bus to the city. At the bus station, she took a taxi
and showed the taxi driver the bank address. On the way there, she told the driver about Sam and
what a filial son he was.
The driver stopped his taxi in front of a tall building. She got out of the taxi and smiled at him
happily. This was the moment she was going to meet Sam. She imagined him showing surprise and
delight at meeting his mother. Inside the building, a security guard asked her who she was looking
for. She told the guard Sams name.
The bank staff saw an old lady holding a worn-out handbag. They were wondering, Who is
this woman? Why is she asking for our manager?
Meanwhile, Sam pretended he did not know his mother. Feeling disgusted and ashamed, he
asked the security guard to ask her to leave. Mariam was shocked to hear that! She looked Sam in a
disappointed feeling ever, and ran out of the bank.
Back in her house, Mariam cried the whole night. She cried and cried till she had no more
tears. The next morning, she was sitting by the window with Sams photo on her lap. She saw him
walking towards their house. Soon she was shouting and crying, My Sam is back! My Sam is back!
Sam ran towards her and hugged Mariam as he never let go. He was so sorry and regretted
the way he behaved. His colleagues were the one who made him realized his big mistakes neglected
his mother.
The neighbours heard her. They too shouted and cheered, feeling happy for her