Forhold..

In this text, i should Discuss the relationship between Fatima and Saret .. :) Nogle der vil hjælpe .. I må meget gerne skrive det på engelsk, da jeg skal blive bedre .. Altså jeg synes selv at de er forelsket, men de kan ikke være sammen, da de har forskellige kulture.. osv osv .. Men håber i vil hjælpe :)

Her er teksten :)

When Fatima turned the corner, planning to walk down past the gardens, she almost bumped straight into Saret. Fatima’s smile was direct. She was pleased to see him but after the first hello she hesitated a little before shopping to chat. She was anxious that some of the strict Turks who lived in the area might see her and then report to her fahter that she had been talking to an “Asian man” on the street. No-one that she knew seemed to be about, so she stopped. Saret leant forward and held the baby’s hand for a moment.
“Your new sister? Beautiful.”
For some crazy reason Fatima felt flattered that he’d remembered. For the first time in her life she felt tongue-tied. She tried to think of something to say.
“Going to work?”
“Yes. I work a late shift.”
“Where?”
Saret smiled almost apologetically with his reply.
“A laundry. Sheets and clothes. Its very hot.”
Fatima could tell he was a little self-conscious as he wiped his brow in an exaggerated way.
“Very hot. We have a bad boss before, but now he’s gone and it’s OK.”
Fatima was curious.
“What dud he do?”
Saret continued to smile, but was embarrassed that he had begun such a negative story.
“He always find something wrong. I think he not like Cambodians. I don’t know.”
Fatima nodded, not quite knowing what to say next.
She remembered his sister Kanya.
“How’s your sister?”
“Very good. She has a new job in a French restaurant. She like it very much.”
There was another silence. Fatima took a deep breath. Somehow it was exciting just standing on the street talking to this guy.
“I would like to make your sister a little kite for good luck,” Saret said.
Fatima was nodding, very pleased, when she caught sight of her aunt and young cousin walking along opposite them. Fatima’s Aunt Saadet was dressed in traditional Muslim dress, a full head scarf with a long-sleeved ankle-length dress. She carried a paper plate filled with home-made cakes. Fatima’s heart sank. Of all the people to her out on the street talking to a guy! Saadet and the boy had stopped and were watching Fatima and Saret. Fatima gave them a sullen wave which they returned before heading off towards the flats. Fatima’s face tightened.
“ I must go,” she mumbled.
Not Having witnessed the aunt’s look of disapproval, Saret was puzzled.
“Excuse me.”
Saret was a little hurt. Fatima was thinking about what would be in store for her back at the flat. She turned to him with a smile, not wanting to explain.
“I’ll see you at the next meeting.”
Saret nodded and thet began to move away. Saret lifted his hand in a cheerful wave.
“As soon as I make this kite, I’ll bring it straight to you.”
“Don’t forget it!”