Collected works from the students of RAS.

Westside Jr. Vol 2 Violence is an unique anthology produced by Westside Publications that highlights the unpretentious, honest and unedited work of predominantly young refugees living in Western Sydney.

The writing was created during a series of workshops facilitated by members of the Westside ensemble for RAS (Refugee Action Support), an initiative made possible through ALNF (Australian Literacy and Numeracy Foundation).

The following content is rare material that did not make it into the final cut of Westside Jr. Vol 2.

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I miss that person so much. I haven’t seen that person for eleven years. It hurts me and I still miss that person. It means everything to me in the world. It’s the closest thing to me in my life. I can’t wait to see that person. Right now inside myself I’m dying to see that person.

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Once upon a time there was a girl named Emma.
She is love with a guy called Jonathan.
She ask her parents can I go with my friends
to Luna Park her parents said, yes you can but
she lied she went out with Jonathan to the beach
then when her parents know her parents tell her
you are not going to school anymore then she
said, I’am sorry Mum and Dad then she leave
her boyfriend and she started to be nice.

My Family

There are six people in my family: my mum, dad and three brothers and me. I’m happy that I have three brothers but I wish I could have a sister.

I came from Afghanistan and I’m Muslim. On Friday or Saturday it’s going to be Eid – that’s Christmas for others who are not Muslim. My family, friends and relatives, we are going to have a BBQ on Sunday because of Eid. Eid is for three days only. We are having the BBQ in Olympic Park.

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My brother is cool.
I love him.
But sometimes I fight with him.

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Flower is red.
Sky is blue.
Oh! My mum, I love you.

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Hello my name is Haroun Bundu.
I live in Australia.
I live with my parents.
We live in Doonside Hill end road.
I go to a school called DTHS.
And one day am going to be a great student.

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One day there was a small happy family. The father is used to go to the shop every morning, and the mother stays at home with her son. That day the son went with his father to the shop, and the big disaster happened.

The Beach

The beach relax area.
The beach to enjoy yourself.
The beach to see the sun came down.

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I was going party. I changed my mind.

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I was sitting in the bus stop waiting for a bus.
a group of bullies came.
I then woke up in hospital.

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I went to school with happiness feeling. My friends bullied me. I came back at home with sadness feeling.

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Yesterday I went shopping with my sister
We met a rude guy, staring at us
And went back home

Dead Cat on the Road

One day me and my friend coming from the park. I saw a dead cat on the road. I thought a car crashed it. Then I saw a man pick it up and put it on a tree. I thought the man is just going to leave it there and go away. We waited so long and I said to my friend 13 time to go home. When we stand up I saw the man coming back and got the poor cat. I thought he was going to bury it so I just go home but my friend followed the man. My friend wanted to know what was he doing with the cat. Tomorrow morning my friend came to my house and told me that the man got the poor cat’s heart and bury it. I felt so sad.
 

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I saw a dog today in the park.
I played with it.
Then it just ran off.

The Cat Eat His Waste

Today in the morning I see the cat eat his poo. I was walking in the road and the cat feel dizzy. He ran into the road and car coming fast. I shout at the cat to tell him to stop and the cat didn’t stop so the cat squash in the road.
 

“Fourteening”

Teenage life can be fun.
But sometimes it can turn out bad.
Most times we’re laughing, but sometimes
we feel like crying.

Being happy or sad is part of our lives.
Sometimes we just have to make up lies.

Bullies love playing game.
They think that nerds are all lame.

Some people love life but most people say it’s all about lies.

Having friends is good
but not if you’re a gangster with a hood.

My Teacher

My teacher says.
My teacher know.
My teacher goes.

There is one day in hell  Assembly.
I’m always late with the bell.
We have to give attention or
we get detention.

Teachers have four eyes instate
but only at school.
I have said a lot.

My teacher says.
My teacher know.
My teacher goes.

She can go to hell
because she is bad but
I don’t like her when she’s sad.
We all like teacher to be happy.
Teachers are teachers.

Contributors:

Sayed Mohammadi, Mina Skandari, Mashallah Bakhshi, Mashal Skandari, Rebecca Mayen, Alisina Hassan, Ali Qanber, Salini Lata, Somayyeh Bayani, Atampreet Kaur, Haroun Bundu, Fedaa Hanna, Haneen Baraka, Mujtab Hussaini, Sanaz Arquazi

Schools:

Parramatta High School, Doonside Technology High School, Fairvale High School, Merrylands High School, Blacktown Girls’ High School, Northmead High School, Merrylands High School

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