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The Heritage Girls School
The Heritage Girls School
Grade 10
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Read Passage A carefully, and then answer Questions 1 and 2 on the Question Paper.
Passage A
In this passage, two companions are traveling through the Haraz region of Yemen. Their
journey takes them to a wadi, a dry river valley.
August 13: The mountains of the Heraz
In the morning we were stopped as we approached a tented encampment by armed
tribesmen gesturing with their rifles. The driver stopped some way from them and got out. He
bent to pick up some sand, then stood and let it run through his fingers, and showed his
empty hand, palm out, to the Beduin.
‘I show that I have no weapon,’ he remarked to Harriet and me. 5
‘But haven’t you got a weapon?’ I asked, thinking of the rifles I had seen lying on the
floor of the vehicle.
‘Yes, of course. Everyone has guns here. But I don’t show my gun. I say I come in
peace.’
The tribes people let us approach their tents and Harriet and I breathed more easily. I 10
remember we dismounted and drank cardamom-flavoured coffee with them from tiny cups,
sitting on a carpet under the roof of a tent with three sides.
I am overwhelmed by this country. It is so beautiful, in a savage way. The people are
like the country, crowding around one in the streets.
‘Britani? You Engleesh? I speek little Engleesh? Manchester United? Good? Yes?’ 15
And you smile and say something or other, like the phrase the driver taught us: ‘Al-Yemen
balad jameel’ (The Yemen is a beautiful country).
And they nod back and smile, delighted to hear any word of their own language
spoken even if they do not understand what you are trying to say, as friendly as could be. At
the same time there is a sense that the friendliness could turn in a heartbeat to violence if 20
they thought you were an enemy.
We drove into the mountains of the Haraz, which rise in huge ramparts above
terraced slopes where farmers eke out a basic existence growing millet and maize. From
below it looks impossible for anyone to penetrate the mountains on foot, let alone in a
vehicle. But, as we had noticed before, cunning tracks made their way round the side of huge 25
shoulders of hillside, snaking between boulders the size of churches, careering down loose
and crumbling slopes and up the other side. Harriet had her eyes tight shut most of the time
on the drive in, and l could hardly bear to look out of the window myself. An error of six inches
by the driver would have had us off the edge of the track, bouncing down on the roof of the
car into the valley below. But our driver, Ibrahim, a tall bearded man in a maroon turban, 30
check shirt and jeans, drove one-handed while he smoked incessant cigarettes with the
other, and the wheels of the Toyota scraped the edges of the track but never quite went over.
Suddenly we went from bright sun into thick mist, and drops of water covered the
windows and windscreen. We could hardly see twenty yards in front, but then the mist began
to clear. In front of us we caught glimpses of a fortified village standing on a prow of rock. We 35
drove up the track to the village. Perhaps a hundred tower houses stood on top of a cliff, with
another cliff above the village soaring up into the mist. It made me think of some forgotten,
hidden world from a childhood story. We drove through a gate in the walls surrounding the
village, and along narrow lanes of sand and gravel. It was as if we had travelled back in time
hundreds of years. The streets were empty, but occasionally a child would peer at us from a 40
darkened doorway. A few chickens scattered before the wheels of our Land Cruiser.
Out the other side of the village, Ibrahim drove us down the bed of a wadi and as far
along it as he could get the Land Cruiser, which was a lot further than I thought we could
have managed. Then he went and sat on the ground on the shady side of the vehicle, his
back propped against it, and let us continue on foot. Soon the wadi became steeper, and as 45
we turned a corner in the canyon, we had paused to catch our breath and take in the
marvellous view, when Harriet caught sight of movement behind her. Someone was coming.
Harriet turned round, and we both saw a girl walking towards us. She was dark-
skinned and thin, dressed in brightly coloured robes of greens and pinks, and she wore a
headscarf of a deep rose colour. In that barren place the vividness of her dress was all the 50
more striking. Balanced on her head with apparent ease, a pitcher sparkled in the sun like a
shock of silver hair, and in her hand she carried something. As we watched her approach, I
saw that she had come from a small house, not much more than a cave, which had been built
into the side of the mountain wall.
As the girl approached she gave a shy smile and said, ‘Salaam alaikum,’ and we 55
replied, ‘Wa alaikum as salaam,’ as Ibrahim had taught us. She took the pitcher from where it
was balanced on her head, kneeled on the ground, and gestured to us to sit. She poured
water from the pitcher into two small tin cups, and handed them to us. Then she reached into
her robe and drew out a flat package of greaseproof paper from which she withdrew a thin,
round piece of bread, almost like a large flat biscuit. She broke off two pieces, and handed 60
one to each of us, and gestured to us to eat and drink. The water and the bread were both
delicious. We smiled and mimed our thanks until I remembered the Arabic word, ‘Shukran.’
When we declined any further refreshment after a second cup of water she rose to her feet,
murmured some word of farewell, and went back to the house she had come from.
1 You are Harriet. It is the end of your day in the mountains of the Haraz, and you have found
your time there rather stressful and difficult. You have met another traveller in your hostel in
the evening, and you give them an account of your day.
tell them about your impressions of the places you have seen
explain your feelings about the people you have met and their customs
share what you have learned about yourself from your experiences.
Base your talk on what you have read in Passage A. Address all three bullet points. Be
careful to use your own words.
Begin your account: ‘Well, I’ve certainly had a really memorable day, but I’m not sure how
I’m going to cope staying here for the rest of the week!’
Write between 1½ and 2 sides, allowing for the size of your handwriting.
Up to 15 marks are available for the content of your answer, and up to 5 marks for the
quality of your writing.
Responses might include the following ideas:
A1 – impressions of places
he sat by the vehicle and let Ibrahim doesn’t speak much and this
us continue on foot may be interpreted as impoliteness
Harriet may not conclude as Dr Jones
does that he has driven as far as
possible up the wadi; she may be
annoyed at having to walk