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Manjeet Mann - The Crossing

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Powerful, compassionate and ultimately hopeful. Observer
WINNER OF THE COSTA CHILDRENS BOOK AWARD 2021 and the Sunday Times Childrens Book of the Week - a trailblazing novel about two teenagers from opposite worlds; The Crossing is a profound story of hope, grief, and the very real tragedies of the refugee crisis.
The sea carries our pain. The stars carry our future.
Natalies world is falling apart. Shes just lost her mum and her brother marches the streets of Dover full of hate and anger. Swimming is her only refuge.
Sammy has fled his home and family in Eritrea for the chance of a new life in Europe. Every step he takes on his journey is a step into an unknown and unwelcoming future.
A twist of fate brings them together and gives them both hope. But is hope enough to mend a broken world?
Skilful, involving and important, this deserves its accolades The Sunday Times
Powerful, uplifting, hopeful Guardian

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For the millions of Sammys

About the Author Manjeet is an actress playwright screenwriter and director - photo 1About the Author Manjeet is an actress playwright screenwriter and director - photo 2
About the Author

Manjeet is an actress, playwright, screenwriter and director. She is the founder of Run The World an organization that works with women and girls from marginalized backgrounds and helps to empower them through sport and storytelling. She lives in Kent.

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Text design by Janene Spencer

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ISBN: 978-0-241-41145-2

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366 days before
Everyone is crying but me.
Seven days since she passed.
Seven days, eleven hours, forty-three minutes and sixteen seconds.
Counting the days, hours, minutes,
to stop myself from drowning.
Everyone is crying but me.
Dad squeezes my shoulder.
Be brave, Nat.
I walk towards the front of the church.
Seven days, eleven hours, fifty-three minutes and
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Everyone is crying but me.
Im trying to remember how to breathe,
my desert-dry mouth,
hands trembling,
I swallow sand.
It feels like an eternity before I find my voice.
Everyone is crying but me.
Tears stream down Dads face
hes given up wiping them away.
His voice cracks
as he reminds everyone of who she was.
Katherine. Kate Kitty
her laughjoy for lifemermaid
wonderful motherbeautiful wife
activistbig heart
my mum.
Everyone is crying.
Everyone,
even me .
Me and Mama have lain here on
the cold floor for hours
or seconds.
Its hard
to know
anything
right now.
I lie next to Baba,
his warm hands
turned cold.
I want more than anything
to breathe life back into him.
Baba was fearless
in a country ruled by fear.
I wish I was like you ,
I would say.
My son the stargazer ,
he would say.
You are perfect just as you are .
Mama moves in waves,
her body undulating,
a crash of howls.
I am a rock.
Unresponsive
to her swells of emotion,
as she beats her chest
and folds into
half the woman she was.
His blood seeps
into my shirt,
staining my skin.
I breathe into the
holes
in
his
chest.
Our salty tears
mix with
his iron blood,
which soaks into
our skin,
our hair,
our guilt,
that we live
and he
doesnt.
Mama looks at me.
In this moment
she is still
and serious.
I cant hide you forever, Samuel.
It is time.
They will come for you next .
336 days before
I should have taken more videos of her.
I should have recorded every moment,
caught every breath,
savoured every laugh.
I touch the screen,
wanting to grab hold of her
to reach through my phone and
pull
her
out.
I wish she was still here, Dad.
I know, love, I know.
Dads desperate to keep it together,
but hes b r o k e n,
w e a l l a r e.
Weve kept our distance
these past few months,
keeping our sharp edges to
ourselves.
Getting too close
could cause a puncture
and then well see it.
The emptiness.
The grief.
Itll leak out,
or pull us in.
Either way,
therell be no
escaping
it.
My heart shifts a little,
knowing well
never
be the same.
Knowing we wont ever
fit
like before.
Mum was like
winter socks.
She knew how to keep you warm.
She knew how to hold you.
Dads like fingerless gloves.
He tries, but he doesnt quite
reach your edges
the important bits
the bits that really matter.
Watch this, Nat! Watch me!
We stare at the screen as Mum
cartwheels straight into the sea
and then emerges, coughing
and laughing,
trying to catch her breath.
That laugh, Ryan says, smiling,
and hes right.
Mum was small,
but she was a powerhouse.
Big laugh.
Big smile.
Big heart.
Ryan slides his finger across the screen
so we can watch the scene play out
again and again and again.
She was so passionate, wasnt she, Dad?
Like about everything.
She was, Nat, he says. She cared too much, your mum.
You know what shed say to that, dont you?
What, Nat?
Theres no such thing. You cant care too much .
Too much time has passed.
I trace Babas face on the screen with my fingertips.
I memorize his voice.
Eritrea is a country traumatized by war.
I want to feel his skin.
This once free country is a military prison.
I whisper his words.
The worlds biggest prison.
I pause the recording.
I stroke the face on the screen,
wishing it was skin.
I press play and the recording restarts.
I wonder if this video
is the reason
hes no longer here.
First the Italians.
I study Babas face.
Then the British.
I watch how he uses his hands.
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