Our stories
Contents Rinkeby written by Omar Friendship written by Farton Fell in love with a guy from Rinkeby written by Nasteho Rinkeby written by Omar Rinkeby written by Marcel Rinkeby, my playground written by Abdikadar The love of Stockholm written by Laila Vid fรถrsta รถgonkastet written by Ilhan
Rinkeby Rinkeby is where I grew up and Rinkeby is where I learned about everything, play sports and everything that I do and know today. Rinkeby has made me who I am today. Rinkeby will always be the best place I have lived and been in. In Rinkeby have some crazy memories, that I will never ever want to forget. Rinekby will always be in my hear. You can take Rinkeby from me but you can never take Rinkeby from my heart.
Friendship I am a girl at the age of 16. I live in a place called Tensta before that I lived in Rinkeby where I met two nice girls. I met them through our school. These are the two girls I share everything with. They hold the secrets to everything that has to do with life. I have hundreds of friends but two of them are very close. Having hundreds of friends that are not there for you, will not do anything for you but if you like I have two that cares about you and trust you then you have a true bond and a real friendship. The two that I have, I do not see them just as friends, they are more like my siblings. They are always by my side. I have never had false friends and never will. There are friends that argue about small things but if we ever do, we settle it right away. Having a false friend is worse than having an enemy because an enemy would tell you straight but a false friend would pat you on the shoulder, smile in your face and then try stab you in the back.
Rinkeby Rinkeby is where I grew up and is special place for me. In Rinkeby I so many memories that I ill never forget. There are both good and bad memories. The bad memories include me falling, getting hurt, crying and get beaten by older guys. The good memory is when I learned how to play football. The feeling I had when I got out onto the field was the best feeling in the world, I felt cool. Rinkeby is a place that no one will ever forget. Once you set foot in Rinkeby, you change as a person inside and out. My heart is filled with love for Rinkeby. I will never leave Rinkeby. I will marry a sexy lady from Rinkeby. We will raise my children in Rinkeby and they will grow up in Rinkeby and be famous in Rinkeby. My children will marry in Rinkeby because Rinkeby is in my heart.
Fell in love with a guy from Rinkeby I had never thought I would fall in love with someone from Rinkeby. Rinkeby is not the best place to fall in love with someone but that day came anyway. I found him, directly I had this wonderful feeling. He makes me feel so perfect. I have learned that it doesn’t matter if you come from Rinkeby or Stockholm City. There are differences between Rinkeby and Stockholm City but I no differences. I simply think that love is only love. Let me begin to tell you my personal story: I was new in the area and didn’t know anybody. There were new faces everywhere but still I felt safe because the majority of people in the area looked just like me. I used to say to myself, imagine to fall in love with someone from my new area and then out of nowhere it happened and I’m damn proud of it. I love him more than anyone and I hope that he will never let me down for the person I am. I hope he doesn’t betray me. When I was five years old my mom told me that happiness was the key to life. Later when I began school, the teachers asked to write what I wanted to be when I grew up? I wrote “Happy!” I was told that I hadn’t understood the assignment and I told them that they didn’t understood life. Life is to be happy. Live it for yourself and not to please anyone else. I want to live my life Nasteho Elias, an independent girl who will fight for joy and want to see more smiles on faces of people.
Rinkeby I have lived in Rinkeby my whole life. I grew up here. There is both sadness and joy here. Rinkeby is mostly filled with joy though. I like it here. I have my friends and everything here. I have my family, brothers and relatives here. I could never imagine moving out of here. This is my story What is your story?
Rinkeby, my playground My name is Philip Andersson. I live in Rinkeby and I am 16 years old. I was born in Sweden. In 1999 I was born at Karolinska hospital in Solna. Now I’m an adult and I’m still in the “village.” The village was the place where I grew up. I have over the years gotten to know many new people in Rinkeby. They all feel like siblings to me even though they are not. When I was younger my mother told me to always be aware of the older guys and I was. Today things are different. Things are not like before. A lot has changed and things around here are much better today. Everyone is happy and everyone are looking forward and are excited to see the outcome of the new Rinkeby Center. Hopefully there will be no more chaos. There are a lot of cameras around here to make sure that nothing more will happen. I believe that things will be calmer and that people won’t create more chaos and it feels good.
Första ögonkastet Första gången jag verkligen blev kär var en dag I juni 2014 Det var Ramadan min mamma ringde mig och sa - Kan du gå förbi moster Shukri och hämta påsarna med mat? - Okej, sa jag Jag gick dit. Jag hade på mig en kjol, tjocktröja och en svart sjal. Jag hade inget smink på mig för att jag fastade den dagen. Jag var både trött och hungrig. När jag kom fram knackade jag på dörren. Min moster Shukri öppnade och jag fick matpåsarna som mamma ville att jag skulle hämta. När jag var på väg ut genom dörren kom hennes son fram och frågade om jag behövde hjälp att bära. Jag kollade honom I ögonen och sa inget, han tog en påse från mig och sa - Kom! Vi kom fram till min dörr. Jag tog påsen och tackade honom. Han kollade mig I ögonen om om jag redan var hans och han min. Han log och gick sin väg. Sedan den dagen har vi haft en nära kontakt. Vi brukade träffas och ha kul, vi var som bästa vänner. En dag hände det vi kysstes! Den kyssen betydde mycket för mig för jag har älskat honom rätt länge men jag visste inte vad han kände för mig. Efter kyssen satte vi oss ner och han frågade mig vad jag tyckte. Jag berättade sanningen för honom, att det betydde mycket för jag hade känslor för honom. Han kollade på mig och sa - Jag vill verkligen älska dig och ha ett förhållande med dig. Men det gick inte eftersom vi var för nära varandra och våra föräldrar också. Vi är nästan som syskon. Jag tog hans hand och sa:
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Förlåt du har rätt. Vi fortsätter och är som vanligt, som vi var innan allt hände. Det är bäst så. Han kramade om mig och följde mig hem för det var redan mörkt. När vi kom fram till min port vände jag mig om och sa till honom - Du kan gå nu, det är lugnt jag klarar mig nu. Jag gick fram till honom och gav honom en kram och sa - God natt och förlåt igen Han kramade mig tillbaka och sa - Ingen orsak. God natt och sov gott. En månad senare Dagarna gick och mina känslor för Adam svalnande och vi umgicks mer och mer som bästa vänner. Jag ångrar ingenting eftersom jag har så många fina minnen och utan dessa skulle vi aldrig ha haft en sån underbar kunskap. Adam hade grå/gröna ögon, de var så underbart vackra. Han var 1.85cm lång och han hade brunt hår, han var mulatt och han var inte muskulös. Sommaren tog slut och jag hade gått ut nian och skulle börja Kungsholmens Västra gymnasium och gå vård och omsorg för att kunna läsa till sjuksköterska. Adam började på ett gymnasium utanför Stockholm så han flyttade till sina kusiner. Våra vägar gick åt skilda håll men vi var båda mycket lyckliga.
The love of stockholm Chapter one I could feel my heart beating in a thousand different ways. Then I thought to myself , waht a woonderful place. I never want to go back to that depressing country called Canada. I just want to stay right here. Sweden is the country, Stockholm is the place. Stockholm is the place that wipes all your pain and tears away. I was standing in a beautiful place called Heron City one day and it felt like a dream come true, people were laughing and enjoying the entertainment. From nowhere he came, like a prince walking through a castle. I was blown away when he started talking… Oh my, he was talking so well and that’s when i totally embaressed myself. As i stood there staring at him shifting my feet I bumped into a woman who was holding a glass of champange . She spilled her champange all over my dress. Everybody turned around and looked at me including the handsome guy. Oh Lord! The worst thing was that i blushed heavily. After the incident i went back to my hotel called Miss Clara Hotel. I was staying at that hotel and it was amazing. I mean they had the best spa, food etc. As I was standing in my room I could feel the champange got a bit sticky so I undressed and went to take a bath. Suddenly I realized that I had forgot my handbag at Heron City. Now there was a knkock on the door and next thing I heard was ”Roomservice” I wore my bathrobe, walked over to the door and opened it. - Hello Miss Taylor , someone sent you an anonymous letter. I thought for a second that’s odd and very okd fashioned. - Thank you! I closed the door and read the letter eagerly. ” Hello Miss Taylor, this is Mr. Anonymous. I saw you earlier and felt as if you were looking at me. You are a very beautiful woman and I wish to see you again sometime. I left your handbag at the reception. Goodbye for now.
- Who could that be? Well, I hoped that it was him. I went back to the bathroom to comb my dark blonde hair then I went to the closet and took out a navy blue nightgown and put it on. I walked out onto the balcony gazing at the breathtaking view with a glass of wine in my hand. Back in my mind I was still thinking about the mysterious letter , couldn’t really take my mind off it. Who was it and how did the person know where I was staying? Even if it might be the guy from Heron City, how would he know who I was. Or where I stayed? It had been a long day and it was finally time to go to bed , the thought of the letter followed me. Chapter two When I woke up the next day, still laying in bed I felt the rays of sun warming my body as it streamed through my window. Stockholm is full of life and I thought to myself, this is the place I want to move to. I was to lazy to get up and decided to lay in for a while because it was a beautiful Wednesday morning. As I was laying there my phone rang and I thought who could that be at this hour? I answered. - Hello there! Was this the guy that had sent the anonymous letter? His voice was kind and sweet. - Hello, who’s this? - Can you meet me at a restaurant today, I already took the liberty to make reservations - Sir, I ask one more time, Who are you? - Let’s just say that I’m a friend who would really like to meet you and get to know you. I will send you the address and please do come.
- What? Wait … Hello! Did he just hang up on me? How can someone just call out of nowhere and then hang up? This is outrageous! However after that conversation my head was almost about to explode because my thoughts were all over the place. I was thinking about the invitation from the I anonymous guy. Should I be going? I no idea what to do at this point. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and was shocked by what met me , I looked like I had been beaten up. Got back to the bedroom and sat down on my bed , there I started thinking again. I shook my head and took out a cocktail dress to wear because Stockholm in all its beauty faced a heat that made it hard to wear anything else. I went down in the lobby and continued into the hotel restaurant were I had breakfast. I had fallen in love with the restaurant simple because of the blue colors knowing that blue was my favorite color. I had a delicious breakfast . As I sat there I started thinking about Stockholm and how my vacation was coming to an end. I had two weeks in the beauty of Stockholm until I had to return to the country that got me so deprressed , Canada. Well, I’m going to enjoy it and make the best of it . Two weeks is not bad…