Salman Rushdie The Prophet's Hair

“The Prophet’s Hair,” by Salman Rushdie states “the noise in the Hashim household had roused their servants and even awakened the night – watchman, who had been fast asleep as usual on his charpoy by the gate; the police were alerted and the Commissioner himself informed.” This situation reflects my sixteen birthday party. The party was at the Community Hall but based on last-minute changes they were unable to accommodate my party. Mother had decided to host the party at our house. The day of the party I went to each house on the block asking to excuse any loud noise that may occur. It all came down when a group of uninvited guests entered the house and started drinking, dancing and shouting at each other. No one seems to notice until they started throwing things at each other such as cake, drink just to name a

few.

I immediately walked over to the redhead girl and shouted, “Who are you and why are you ruining my party, get out.” She response, “Loosen up it’s a party and we are just having fun.” My dad who was always sharp at noticing things was fast asleep in his recliner next to the television. Within seconds he was hit in the head by a bottle, he arose from his recliner shouting “What the hell is going on there, you guys need to leave or else I will call the police.” One of the girls yelled “Come on guys, let’s go,” but at the corner of my eyes, I saw one of the guys from the uninvited guests grab my laptop from the console and ran outside, I tried to stop him but, was held back by my mother. Then I started to cry and say why

me lord? why my party? I was so traumatized by what had just happened I told a mother that I will never have another party. My dad called the police and within minutes they arrived, no one knew who they were. My dad describes the kids because I was so shocked to speak. The police said that these group of teenagers often go around and trash parties, and they would try their best to find those kids. I told my dad for next year I do not want a party, I would prefer to take a trip to Europe or go on a cruise.
“The Rocking-Horse Winner,” by D. H. Lawrence, wrote that “It’s what causes you to have money. If you’re lucky you have money. That’s why it’s better to be born lucky than rich. If you’re rich, you may lose your money. But if you’re lucky, you will always get money more money.” A statement like this only bring back memories, growing up as a child I have always believed that I am a lucky girl. My birthday is December 31st which we all celebrate as New Year’s Eve. Wherever I go people always love me and giving me expensive gifts. One young woman telling me that I reminded her of her little sister while convincing me to go shopping with her. I can remember one particular day at school my friend Jessica was always saying, “You’re lucky to be born on that special day than to be rich.” We had a raffle at our school, where the grand prize was a trip to England for two I immediately placed my entry. Weeks had gone by and I had forgotten about the raffle, only to received a phone call asking for Althia. And I answered “Yes,” they then proceed to tell me that I had just won a trip for two to Europe. I was so excited that I did not know what to do, but then I decided to give the trip to my parents who really needed a vacation. Another instance I remembered was joining the science fair and even though I did not have the best project; I still won the contest. My mother always says “What a lucky girl, you should give back to your community