PLEASE HELP NOW!! I REALLY NEED A NOT TOO LONG WRITING OVER THIS, THIS IS WORTH 16 POINTS ON MY READING AND I REALLY NEED HELP, THANKS!!
20. Think about the rites of passage that individuals confront in the following literature: The bass, The river, and Sheila Mant Oranges I know why the Caged Bird Sings First lesson On Turning Ten Hanging Fire My Forbidden Face The Scarlet Ibis My Brother's Keeper Describe some of these rites and the traits that help the individuals to survive and learn from their experiences.
7 answers
Have you read the material? The question wants you to think about them...
why wont anyone write the sh** for us lmaoooo
soo true can anyone just write it ill try to do it and i post wat i get
Answer:
My forbidden Face
Explanation:
9 A.M., September 27, 1996. Someone knocks violently on our door. My whole family has been on edge since dawn, and now we all start in alarm. My father jumps up to see who it is while my mother looks on anxiously, haggard with exhaustion after a sleepless night. None of us got any sleep: The rocket fire around the city didn't let up until two in the morning. My sister Soraya and I kept whispering in the dark; even after things quieted down, we couldn't fall asleep. And yet here in Kabul, we're used to being the target of rocket fire. I'm only sixteen years old, but I feel as though I've been hearing that din all my life. The city has been surrounded and bombarded for so long, the smoke and flames of the murderous fighting have terrified us so often, sometimes even sending us rushing down to the basement, that another night in this racket is just part of our daily routine!
Until this morning.
Papa returns to the kitchen, followed by Farad, our young cousin, who is pale and breathless. He seems to be shaking inside, and his face is taut with fear. He can hardly speak, stammering out words in a series of strange gasps.
"I came ... to find out how you were. Are you all right? You haven't seen anything? You don't know? But they're here! They've taken Kabul! The Taliban are in Kabul. They haven't come to your place yet? They haven't demanded that you hand over any weapons?
My forbidden Face
Explanation:
9 A.M., September 27, 1996. Someone knocks violently on our door. My whole family has been on edge since dawn, and now we all start in alarm. My father jumps up to see who it is while my mother looks on anxiously, haggard with exhaustion after a sleepless night. None of us got any sleep: The rocket fire around the city didn't let up until two in the morning. My sister Soraya and I kept whispering in the dark; even after things quieted down, we couldn't fall asleep. And yet here in Kabul, we're used to being the target of rocket fire. I'm only sixteen years old, but I feel as though I've been hearing that din all my life. The city has been surrounded and bombarded for so long, the smoke and flames of the murderous fighting have terrified us so often, sometimes even sending us rushing down to the basement, that another night in this racket is just part of our daily routine!
Until this morning.
Papa returns to the kitchen, followed by Farad, our young cousin, who is pale and breathless. He seems to be shaking inside, and his face is taut with fear. He can hardly speak, stammering out words in a series of strange gasps.
"I came ... to find out how you were. Are you all right? You haven't seen anything? You don't know? But they're here! They've taken Kabul! The Taliban are in Kabul. They haven't come to your place yet? They haven't demanded that you hand over any weapons?
THIS IS ALL I GOT SRY IF NOT ENOUGH I TRIED
what about the rest of the questions
Nobody wants to think about questions yk yk
2 answers