Nisba was new to our class. When she came into our classroom for the first time, her super long legs attracted all of us. Our eyes couldn’t stop staring at her supernatural legs. Maybe you’ll wonder, “Who is Nisba?” Let me introduce her, my newly-made friend to you. She comes from a book called “Lady Long Legs”. Her experiences in the book are different from this one. She came to our class, 2A, to study for a week. Something weird happened. Furthermore, I have learnt a lesson through this subtle incident.
Her long legs led to the jealousy of our classmates. Our classmates disliked her, mostly because of her legs. She just liked showing off. What’s more, she had dyslexia. She couldn’t read and write as a normal person and had some academic difficulties. The problem was she couldn’t get help from anyone.
I just praised the sea, but kept on land, sitting at a corner, watching this ‘great’ show. I kept this attitude, watching this with folded arms; Nisba was under this deeply distressing situation. No one would like to help a show-off person. It lasted for a few days. It was Wednesday already.
Suddenly, Neesa and Aishe came and helped Nisba with her work. I was astonished. They were those who disliked Nisba at first but why now……Nisba’s feeling was just like riding a roller coaster, from miserable, low self-esteem, frustrated to touched, delighted, blissfully happy and elated now.
I went to help her too, and made friends with her. I discovered that she was a lovable and approachable person. When I introduced and persuade others to make friends with her, Nisba smiled truly, broadly. I could feel her happiness from the bottom of her heart.
In this insignificant incident, I learnt to be an amiable person. Besides, I learnt to be a helpful and a person who is still having a shred of conscience. Once I help a needy, the happiest person is the one who helps instead of the needy. If I treated somebody badly at first, I’d like to apologize and make friends with her, instead of being a mean person. No one wants a selfish friend. I remind myself of the moral I learnt from the incident all the time. Finally, Nisba and I became gorgeous friends, helping each other, encouraging our buddies, being inseparable as form and shadow for the week, which was also the happiest week.