| Abuagela M Ahmed | I am Abuagela M Ahmed from Libya. I am married and have three children. When I was in Libya I worked at the Education Secretariat and the Information Secretariat and I also worked as a part time teacher at university. I came to the UK to study a PhD in Public Administration at Liverpool University. My interests are reading, attending social events and sharing ideas, feelings and thoughts with other people from different cultures. The Broughton Trust provides me with this social atmosphere to get this opportunity. One of them is the 91Èȱ¬ Course which is very useful to develop my skills in certain aspects of my life. |
Visit to the Island of Women One day I woke up early in the morning. I got dressed and got in my car. I started to drive. Suddenly the car stopped unexpectedly. It was an unknown place and I didn’t know where I was. I found myself surrounded by water like an ocean. I felt alone in the world and I felt very afraid. I did not know how I came to be here or how I arrived. The only thing I could remember was the sweet sound of my baby crying when I awoke that morning. I had lost everything and every baby. The only sound was my baby crying. I looked around and saw a bright light shining in the distance. I followed the light and eventually I was drawn to a place where it was full of women who all looked identical. They were very beautiful. The most beautiful women I had seen in my life. The houses, flowers and trees were completely different than anything I had ever seen before. I asked the people if I could take some of the fruit and flowers. Nobody answered me. At that moment I was very aware of being alone. I asked myself over and over again: where am I? I sat down to rest under a small tree. After a short while I looked up and saw a little girl. She asked me who I was and how I had arrived there. I told her that I did not know. I asked her where I was and she replied ‘this is the Island of Women’. Again I heard a baby cry. The crying became louder and louder and I woke up to see my son. It was all a dream. | 
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