Yasin even made friends with a boy who lived next door called Andrew.
All summer long Andrew and Yasin played in the park or went to the zoo with Andrew’s mum.
Andrew shared his toys and his comics with Yasin and told him all about his favourite superheroes.
They even built a camp in Yasin’s back garden where they would hide from the grownups.
The summer was a fun time and young Yasin soon felt quite at home in London even though it was a very big city and not nearly as sunny and hot as it was in Samarra.
His English got better and better, especially with help from Andrew, although there were a lot of words that Yasin did not understand and he often felt silly because he could not speak as well as he would like.
When September finally came around and the leaves began to fall from the trees, Yasin’s father explained that it was time for his son to go to school.
Yasin was seven years old so he would be going to year three of the local primary school – the same year as his friend Andrew!
Although Yasin was very nervous about going to school, his father and mother assured him that it would be a fun place where he would meet lots of new friends and learn lots of interesting new things.
‘English schools are supposed to be very good,’ said Yasin’s mother.
