Wednesday, September 21, 2016

SnapShot Two

Kian Raheem
English 1109.01 Mon-Wed 10:30-12:20
September 12, 2016

Need for too much Speed
            Teens love driving fast and think they know how to drive, but even the best drivers have the worst accidents. A good example is famous movie actor Paul Walkers death. Though a professional driver was operating the vehicle, the car still crashed ending his life. I experienced this in my own way. I witnessed my uncle die before my eyes, driving fast. Speed never wins the race.
            My uncle and I loved cars. The bond we shared for fast cars and making them our own was amazing. My uncle used to say “cars are better than girls because you can customize them, and make them your own, and when you trade in, they don’t take half your shit” It was until that one day where things changed.
            When I went to Pakistan and visit we would always race our cars for fun and win money. We were known as the god’s of speed throughout the streets of Karachi. It was a normal night, moon shining down, the cool breeze blowing through the night.  We were on our way to the race. You could hear the cheers from the crowd of people as we pull up to the races. My uncle announced “Who’s ready to lose” (Mir) and out of the corner I heard a deep voice. I turn to see a tall figure materialized out of the crowd. He responded “I’ll race”. Something about him seemed off, the way he talked, and stood, I felt some strange vibe.
            The race began, and as usual I pulled ahead in first. My uncle followed and Obadid was nowhere in sight. I didn’t know where he went and all I thought was I was just going fast not. Approaching to the second turn, my uncle started to accelerate pass me and he gave me a smile and thumbs up as he drove by. Slowing down, the one thing I didn’t expect happened. Out of the ally way car emerged in front of me. It was Obadid. He proceeded to drive towards the side of my uncle’s car as he turned. He struck the end of his bumper, and I watched his car start to spin. Obadid pulled away in front. In a split second, my uncle’s car clashed into street light pillar and his nitrous tank blew completely decimating his car in to flames. I pulled over and tried to run over to save him. My heart pounding out of my chest, my vision getting blurry from the salted water running from eyes. It was too late; his body was burned to ashes. I felt the weight of gravity pulling to the black tarmac. I was forced to leave before the cops arrived. I couldn’t stop shaking, trying to drive home. The liquid from my eyes made my vision really blurry. I returned home having to tell my family the events that had occurred that night and why only one car made it home.



  1. I can't imagine how it feels to watch your uncle crash. You did very well with using larger verbs to describe what you were seeing.

  2. So sad!!! i'm sorry Kian. I thought the writing was at its best when you explained yours and your uncles relationship, and how close you guys were.

  3. I am sorry for what happen and the memories that you have of him and that crazy funny quote he said will stay with you forever

  4. Very well written, I loved how you made it so detailed. Im so sorry about how you had to go through that.


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