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Paddington – a postcolonial critical perspective How a childhood favourite of Ziad Azzam returned with some challenging questions I earned my International Baccalaureate (IB) Diploma in 1987, at a school in Sharjah. I know that a deluge of questions may now be flooding the minds of many readers. Did the IB Diploma Programme even exist at that time? Yes, it did. Where in the world is Sharjah? Sharjah is one of seven Emirates that make up the United Arab Emirates (UAE). Did I ride a camel to school? No, I did not. It was much faster to catch Autumn
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a ride on the wings of a peregrine falcon, and occasionally (only occasionally, mind you, because of the great expense involved in hiring it) I took a magic carpet to school. Now that I have satiated your curiosity, I shall return to the topic at hand. The school I attended was international: the medium of instruction was English, many of my teachers in the primary years were either British or Irish, the student body
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