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Write a story entitles ‘It was all for nothing’ by Areesha Fatima

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(sigh) It had been two weeks since my younger brother Jacob had been lost. Jacob has always been a clever, confident young boy with unlimited energy and as mom likes to put it, “He’s an energy bomb!”

Basically, about two weeks ago, on his tenth birthday, my family and I went on a picnic to this breath-taking meadow surrounded by coniferous trees. There we sat on a hand-embroidered cloth while Jacob was very busy making new friends and discussing about whose football they should play with. “Don’t go too far Jacob.” said mom as she smiled at him. We were eating freshly baked cinnamon rolls when I looked to my right and Jacob wasn’t there. “Wait, what? Dad, wasn’t Jacob playing here a few minutes ago?” “What? Yes, he was. Where did he go?” said my father with a confused expression.

We started looking for him. It was like he vanished into thin air. Upon finding his friends at a distance, we asked them about Jacob. They said that he went after the football. So, my parents and I scattered and went looking for him at different directions. Our voices echoed, as we shouted “Jacob, where are you?” 

Without any doubt, it was the sunniest day I had ever seen. The scorching heat of the sun was literally melting us and the thoughts of not finding Jacob was even worsening the situation.

There was no response. Jacob was nowhere to be found.

At last, we had realized that it is time to call the police now. So, we did so. My mother started weeping and I consoled her. The policemen were five to ten minutes away. As they reached, my father informed them of the situation and showed them Jacob’s pictures. They told us to calm down and went looking for him.

I felt as if my heart was shattering into pieces as I was pretty close to him. Probably, the closest.

The policemen came back and told us to go home while they would keep searching for him around this territory. We packed up our stuff, literally stuffed up everything in the picnic basket and drove off. As we arrived, we saw the main door of the house unlocked, we were quite astonished.

As I opened the door, there sat Jacob on the couch watching TV. I was like “Hold up, is this real?” He looked at us and said, “Oh hi, I thought that the picnic was getting quite boring and I saw my friend’s watch and remembered that it was my favorite football team’s final match…” Mom said, “What?” “Wait, let me continue, so I thought that as I am finally ten years old now, I’ll take a taxi and come home all by myself.” said Jacob proudly.

So, all that sweat, thoughts of losing Jacob, tears, fear, confusion, all those feelings. It was all for nothing? Wow, absolutely nothing.

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Write a story entitled ‘It was all for Nothing’ By Hafsah Nauman

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I seldom wonder- not due to lack of thoughts, but time to think-  “what if…”. It’s a bittersweet moment, the happiness comes with pain, I just want to smile a genuine smile again.
‘What if I was born a man?’ I’ll think to myself, ‘What if I didn’t have to waste the hardships of 19 years and actually been something other than a mother of children I never wanted, from a husband I never wanted and the domestic help of in-laws I never wanted.’
Maybe, I could have been the son my father wanted and desperately tried for. Complete my education; pick up a pen and create worlds in fantasy, but that itself is a fantasy because using my potential hurts my new oppressors ego. What if I said no, and enjoyed liberation for a while longer but, you and I both know we’d be kicked out and never allowed to show our face again.
Oh but my favourite, ‘what if I ran away to South Korea, met my idol, kidnapped him, fell in love because of Stockholm syndrome.  See the world maybe? Just like the stories us three would make at the back of class. We were naive then, we thought it’d actually work, in the end, those were all for nothing.
Now I wonder and wonder, until there’s nothing to wonder about. Sitting in isolation in my mind, hearing someone else critique my tea.

Q. Recall a time when you find yourself in a perilous situation. Tell the story how you got into the situation and how you survived. By Fasih-ul-Hassan Taqvi.

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Assef watched with repulse and sorrow as a man, lined against a wall, was yanked by his hair into an eerie looking alleyway. The strict, mullah regime had started a brutal, vicious crackdown on anything deemed not fit to mullah law. This frail individual had been caught in the clandestine act of consuming alcohol. He yelped a phrase in the crude local tongue, raising his hands in a plea for mercy.

The Mullah army officers snickered to each other and one proceeded to land a kick in the petite man’s gut. It was like he hadn’t anticipated it at all. His face appeared to have all air sucked out of it. He collapsed, groaning and grimacing in agonizing discomfort. His humiliating condition was deemed comical by the officers watching him. He seemed to raise his hand to protect himself from another assault, but conveniently was punched right on the nose. Plum coloured blood spurted all over his mouth and cracked lips. Assef tried to cover his mouth, to silence his grief for the man, as he knew what fate lay for him. 

Collectively each army officer standing delivered a ferocious storm of kicks, slaps to the man. He lay limp, motionless. His cries and whimpers of torment that resonate through the concrete jungle in Lambuksh now had fallen silent. Despite his overwhelmed state, the officers continued their attack until one of the officers raised his hand. His peers complied, fixing a wrought-iron whip in his palm. 

“They’re going to kill him”, Assef simmered and mumbled to himself. The Mullah regime had formulated a barbaric tool of torture, a whip that would transform your back into a heap of squirming tissue and flesh. 

“I have to stop them” he irritably whispered. 

In the midst of all the tyranny, he had an idea. Assef couldn’t sit in the shadow, always engulfed by fright and perturbation. His friends and family had been killed and tortured in front of his very eyes. Assef could not see another individual, punished for their ethos and varying morals, be robbed of their existence. He could do nothing then, but on this occasion, he was adamant that an end to this injustice be brought. Though his heart had crawled up to his neck, his arms twitching and shivering in horror, he mustered the audacity to bellow 

“Bas stop”.

The wild pack of jeering officers slowly turned towards him. Assef knew what he said was daunting. Perilous. Perilous enough for him to be killed. Yet he stood firm. The previous months of indignation, anger, that had steadily bottled up like magma in a volcano, let loose. Like a tiger in a cage of lambs. He shuffled through his waist coast, pulled out his pistol and began a wild west duel. With the flick and motion of his wrists, six bullets flew towards the 5 army officers. For good measure, Assef blasted three more rounds. The small battalion stood perplex, unknown to what struck them. The sky darkened, birds fluttered away in panic and the dogs barked in distress.

They crumpled within seconds, like a domino effect. Their faces screamed bewitchment and confusion. How could have they pre-empted, after endless years of harassing others and dominating them, could some un-portentous man like Assef finish them. Assef, the boy who routinely was hassled with whips and at the receiving end of their mockery. Assef, who urinated himself when he neared their pet lions. The boy whose family they finished. 

Now that boy had become a man and stood right before them, bending over their dead corpses. Snickering and cursing their name as the army handcuffed him.

Q) Write a story about a Perilous Experience By Hafsah Nauman

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A pouncing pariah, pacing the parameters of Prague. Poor Piotr, once a pioneer that provided a plethora of pertinence, practicality plus, persistence- pushed over precious land by a perilous plot, painted by Piotr’s perfidious protege. Painfully, the past prodigy, putative prays passively, preparing patiently for the punitive Patryck to become penitent.

“Pray thee, pay a penny to hear of the perilous ploy of Patryck Padlo Penzik the peevish of Prague?”

A pied-piper’s song played past plateaus, during pre-harvest time. The people of Prague were puzzled and proceeded to ponder all possibilities, for you see a pied-pepper’s melody portrayed possible petrifying problems. Paranoid people created a proxysm. Panacea procedures had to be proposed, pronounced and performed publicly and proudly; putting pressure on Piotr.

Pacing around, putting the pains and paranoia of the people on his pronounced shoulders. Purposefully, Prague pointed their attention to passe pioneer, passed out from paramount indulgence in his pen work. Piotr payed for the pied-piper’s play and began to point himself to the produce. Pre-harvest made people patiently plant and produce peppers, particularly, pickled peppers. At which point people cried, perplexed, “ If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”

The poor peasants perished, planting and planting led to the provocation of pain. Prague placed an prosecution and put Peter Piper on trial. Paid off by Patryck and preventing himself from going to prison. Poisoning the legacy of Piotr, Peter Piper proclaimed, “Priotr Penccilin Pointer has the perfume of pickled peppers protruding from him!”

Patryck placed pickled peppers in his pocket and sat peculiarly close to Priotr, painting him as a pickle pepper thief. The prosecutor proclaimed for his pen-work to perish and burn and for him to only walk across the perimeter of Prague.

What peril the poor old pouncing pariah, who was once a pioneer faced. Painstakingly, waiting for Patryk to become penitent.


Q) Describe a moment of utmost Happiness by Arisha Tahir

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The Sun had just begun to rise as a canopy of gold, bright amid the soft tones of blue, bidding the stars to their nightly rest. As darkness gradually surrendered, dawn arrived with a musical silence, the soul hearing melodies which the ears could not. I stood outside the airport with my luggage in hand, letting the moment sink in and soothe me from the core to right out where the nascent rays touched my skin. This was the absolute perfect beginning to a day I had spent all year longing for, thus it only made sense for me to not squander rather savor every single moment. After all, I had just survived what will be engraved in history as a whirlwind of a year. One during which, swaths of humanity all over the world began to disappear into the corona virus cocoon and for the past several months one could not help but feel as though life on Earth had come to a sudden halt. It was only the highly anticipated invention of a vaccine that helped ride out the viral storm and roused people from what seemed like an extensive period of hibernation. Soon after, much to everyone’s delight world health authorities declared that the once fatal virus was no more a threat to mankind hence making it permissible for people to recommence their daily routines. This news was particularly exhilarating for my best friend, Sarah who was previously forced to cancel her wedding due to the global outbreak of the virus. Thus, it was only natural that the moment we received the green signal, a new date for the wedding was set, leaving us all flabbergasted with joy. I gladly resumed my duties as maid of honor and sheer happiness resonated through me as I began counting down days until the big event. 

This was partially the reason why my heart began to pound with excitement as soon as I took a step inside the airport. The thought of getting to watch my best friend walk down the aisle in less than twenty four hours made my face light up with impish glee. Even at this early hour of the day the airport was surprisingly congested and while that would have bothered me a year ago, in the light of recent events, the ongoing buzz and bustle was a rather comforting reminder of how people had returned to their accustomed way of life. After asking several people for directions, I eventually made my way to the counter labelled ‘passport control’ in bold. Therein upon being asked to show my passport, I confidently opened my purse and hastily began to search for it. With panic swelling within me, I thoroughly scanned each bag numerous times, but in vain. It was in that moment that my worst nightmare unraveled before me and I realized that I had forgotten something important. All of a sudden, my head felt like a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each pushing my mind into blackness. With flushed cheeks and distance evident in my glazed eyes, I took a few steps backwards, nearly tripping over my luggage resulting in my head rolling in impact. My heart hammered inside my chest like a rabbit running for its skin while I could feel my ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate my lungs. I tried gasping for air before taking a seat on a nearby bench in hopes of being able to regulate my breathing. I tried calming down my nerves, convincing myself that there was still sufficient time to attempt getting my passport by rushing back home.

Preparing to race against the clock, I got up, ignoring the feeling of all the energy in my knees being wrenched out. The room still hadn’t completely stopped spinning but refusing to give up in the face of such hurdles, I rushed out of the airport. I had barely made it into the parking lot when my phone rang. With my hands still shivering with anxiety, I picked up the phone only to hear my brother giggling at the other end. ‘Planning to sneak in the plane without your passport?’ he asked cheesily, taking me back by surprise. I strained my vocals trying to speak up but my voice still came out as thin and distant. Sensing the worry in my tone, he quickly added ‘Hey, cheer up! I’m just around the corner, you’ll have your passport with you within a few minutes’. Overcome with relief and immense gratitude, I suddenly began to sob helplessly. I could feel the tension choked up inside of me suddenly melt away the second I sighted my brother’s car. Never in my life had he seemed more of a hero than he did in that very moment whilst walking towards me with my passport in hand. I whispered a silent prayer, thanking God for letting the odds be in my favor and dashed back into the airport. Several minutes later, my luggage had been booked and I stood in line, clasping my passport and ticket, waiting to board the plane. Contentment filled my heart and I could once again feel happiness streak through me like a comet thinking about how despite all the ups and downs I encountered, at long last I was on my way to attend my bestfriend’s wedding.

Q. Describe a stranger in a crowd.

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There a man stood in the middle of a herd of people. 

His appearance could be seen from miles away. With oval shaped spectacles and different painted eyes, he became the center of attention. His quite sterner attitude was depicted from the way he stood tall above the ground. His hands were quietly resting in his pockets. What was all of this about? Why was he the center of attention? What was so special about him?

A smell of confusion had filled the horizon. It was not only one person staring at him, the whole crowd at the train station has their eyes on him.

His bright blue pen has made its place in the front pocket of his coat. As he smoked a cigar, and blew the air, his fierce, different painted eyes twitched. Twitched, once more.

Proceeding, his rain-coat had him all covered up on the sunniest day of the year. He took out his hand from the pocket and his stained teeth went for a smirk.

The train station smelt like petrol but now the smell of confusion was turning into the smell of dark and despair when the cigar’s smoke enhanced the aroma.

A gale blew. His rain-coat flew.

He quickly started covering himself. What was he hiding?

The noise of him clicking his pen echoed and was as loud as an airplane taking off.

People surrounding him, kept staring at him but no one asked him anything nor did he ask anyone. There was a state of complete confusion.

His crusty lips and half-hidden scars (hidden with sun-screen) reflected the negative side of this cold, cold world. Something was disturbing the crowd.

The man’s shady personality with a tint of glow on his face had caught everyone’s attention.

In this time of confusion, he stood there. Smirking. Trying to hide all his mysterious past. He was unable to do so. His fake glow showed his dark past.

Repeatedly, his different painted eyes (one hazel and one greyish-black) twitched. It was like his eyes were speaking for him.

He was the most odd person ever! Rain-coat on a sunny day. Different painted eyes. Smoking a cigar. Everything was unique! There were no signs of any similarity between him and rest of the people in this world.

He was unique!

He was different!

He was peculiar!

He was unknown!

Q) You have been asked to investigate the effect of social networking sites on teenagers. Write a letter to the head of department regarding your findings. By Ali Ul Quder

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Oak’s Tower,

Pine Road,

Islamabad.

5th November 2019

Birch Plaza #4,

Silver Maple Center,

Islamabad.

Subject: This letter is about the effect of social networking sites on teenagers.

Dear Mr.Roger Waters,

The undersigned was recently given a task to investigate the effect of social networking sites on teenagers. This letter is about the undersigned’s research on the effects of social media on teenagers and the viewpoint of teenagers.

Nowadays, it is pretty common to see children walking around with a thin but prominent bulge in their pockets. It is a rare, unexpected, awkward sight to see one without a phone or any medium through which one accesses social networking sites. Sir, on an average one hundred and fifty million users, use social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter and there is no need to persuade anyone that children add up this figure. Neurologists like Susan Oliver have proved to adults and teenagers that their life depends on logging on to social networking sites. Also, according to the research of the undersigned, it is clear that teenagers cannot end their day without turning their devices on. Ages below nineteen are frequently active.

They are not satisfied that their day has ended the way it should have been. This results in little to no family time.

Moving on, many psychologists and neuroscientists believe that social networking sites may be doing more harm than good. The effects of social media on teenagers are numerous. They are as follows:

  1. Teenagers lack the ability to concentrate or communicate with people outside the screen. This results in social relations to deteriorate and confidence to fade away.
  2. Teenagers have extremely poor attention spans. This results in them to not concentrate on the teacher’s lecture.
  3. They do not engage themselves in recreational activities like sports. Using their gadgets would result in them being deluded, lazy, unproductive members of society.
  4. Using social networking sites would result in them being keyboard warriors and depressed at the same time. This would affect their mental health and stress them out even more.

Not only have adults but also teenagers have agreed that social networking sites have affected their lives. Teenagers are affected by social networking sites that change their attitude and alters the behavior as explicit content is accessed by them.

Furthermore, the main purpose of this letter is to inform and persuade the addressee about the effects of social networking sites and what the teenager’s viewpoints are.

The undersigned’s research signifies that 26% of teenagers are not greatly affected by using social networking sites and it does not affect their studies.

However, the advocates (teenagers) think of this as a false viewpoint. They think that the percentage is greater than this.

Teenagers think that they are not affected by the use of networking sites and that it is beneficial for them to stay updated in this modernized world. They also believe these effects aforementioned are nothing but misconceptions.

For now, this is all to be stated about the effects of social networking sites. It is hoped that the undersigned has successfully proved their point and has persuaded the addressee.

It is hoped that the addressee can take action and progress this issue further.

Yours sincerely,

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Ali Ul Quder. 

AO3: How have the writers of both texts conveyed their message about the negative use of social networking sites? Support your answer using brief quotations from the texts. By Ali Ul Quder 10-F

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Passage A is extracted from, ‘It’s So Over: Cool Cyber Kids Abandon Social Networking Sites’. Passage B has been given the title of ‘Social Websites Harm Children’s Brains.’ Both passages have different sources. Passage A is written by The ‘The Guardian’ while passage B is written by ‘Mail Online’. The sources of both passages argue upon the same idea and in general, both sources have successfully conveyed their message and have also managed to persuade the audience about the harmful effects of social networking sites.

Moving on, the theme of both passages can somewhat be linked with one another. The theme of passage A is ‘Adults using networking sites’ which shows the reader that adults have adopted the trend of using networking sites. While the theme of passage B is ‘social websites ruining children’s mind’. Both themes share similar meanings as both passages talk about either technology or social media ruining the consumer’s life and deteriorating their lives. Overall, it also shows the reader that most people do have their head tilted downwards, gazing at the bright screens instead of being productive.

The tone of passage A is informal and casual. Words like ‘rara skirts’ and “uncles wearing skinny jeans” add a bit of humor to the passage. This proves to the reader that causality is present. This intimidating language immediately creates an impact on the reader and helps the author to present his opinion. While on the other hand, passage B is formal and not as harsh as passage A as the author uses words like ‘websites are causing alarming changes’. This is effectful as the author directly gets to his point. The intended effect of passage A is comparatively more persuading and engaging even though informal vocabulary is used but passage B is also persuading as the author is straightforward.

The purpose of passage A is to inform the reader that the younger generations have stopped using social networking sites as there is a prominent transition of usage between young adults and adults. ‘Their love of being online’ this shows us, the audience, that there is no sign of people logging out and stop using their devices. The purpose of passage B is also to inform the reader that social media has a dreadful effect on people’s minds, and has successfully convinced the reader by stating, ‘Sites such as Facebook, Twitter are said to shorten attention spans’. This shows the reader that this eventually results in a deluded state of mind. Overall, the purpose of both passages is similar, to aware the audience of the abuses of technology.

Furthermore, the use of statistics is also present in both, passage A and B. Passage A uses ‘25-34 years old’ whereas B uses ‘over 150 million’. This helps the author to prove his as he uses evidence and does not state his opinion in a general and vague manner. The use of statistics plays with the reader’s mind as they are convinced.

Also, using jargon is present in both of the passages. The use of words in passage A such as ‘Facebook’ and ‘Facebook, Twitter and Bebo’ in passage B signifies to the reader that the authors are proving their statement and conveying their ideas using examples.

Moreover, logos are also present in both passages. This can be proved by the words ‘15-24 year olds’ In passage A and ‘millions whose social lives’ in passage B. This shows the audience that the author does have the knowledge and does not struggle to create a logical appeal and creates ease to persuade the reader. It adds professionalism.

Lastly, the use of figures of speech is also vastly present in both of the passages. Passage A uses humor to entertain the reader like, ‘mothers investing in ra-ra skirts’ and ‘uncles wearing skinny jeans’. This shows the reader that social networking sites have kept the older generations updated. This also entertains the reader and develops interest as the passage is not mechanical. Whereas, in passage B phrases like, ‘buzzing of phones’ has been used which is an onomatopoeia. This also entertains the reader as they get a clearer idea of the scenario. The effect of this is that both sources/authors try their best to persuade the reader by entertaining them.

Summing it all up, both authors successfully convey their main message. The main message is that technology, in general, has ruined our lives mentally and physically. The writers also successfully persuade the audience by using FOS which entertains the reader and makes them greedy for more. Another effect used by the author is of statistics which proves to the reader the author’s point and makes them believable. Lastly, the use of jargon also plays a major role in persuading the reader as they provide evidence to the author and makes their statement believable.

Sort 12 Poetry By Hafsah Nauman

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He took the bookcase and rode forth, anon! Anon!

The weary snowman didn’t know the lighthouse quipped a canon,

His poor frozen headaches,

Riding downhill, every chance he takes,

To protect the sacred cookbook he swore,

In this daylight snowstorm downpour.

Headstrong he dove into the flashlight,

Often considered sunlight,

Boom, boom pow! As the snowflakes rode with thunder,

The children’s heads filled with wonder,

This is the Ballad of the brave snowman down-under.

The Guest By Shamel Mujtaba

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There are some places that are known for their landscapes, beautiful greenery and lush gardens. Some are better known for their bustling cities and monumental skyscrapers. Others have a vivid and exciting history behind the glorious historical structures that they alone exclusively possess.

But New Turkey was famous for none of these – it was an adorable little farming town somewhere in the vast unpredictable Texas – and it had been established as the most popular tourist destination for a very specific type of tourist. A type of tourist who was local and yet appeared for only a short amount of time only to disappear as soon as it did, letting everyone – even those outside the town – knowing that it  had been there. It had the sort of presence like one of those hooligan motorcycle gangs. Those who roared in on those thunderous motorcycles while everyone looked at them and scowled, and the owners of bars and other properties quaked in their boots praying that they had insurance for the fight that did not yet happen.

The would burst in, with their fake teeth, queer necklaces and oversized punching rings, make noise with horrendous laughter, break a few dishes and more teeth that could not be spared, then leave shocking amounts of destruction for those who didn’t lose either. It’s like they had a vendetta against the town itself – a town that did nothing to them.

But the terrible visitor was not a motorcycle gang – in truth it is much worse than a drunk gang of cave-man like ruffians.

The visitor was more like a bully – like that mean kid who steals the scarves of littler kids every snowy day and uses it to whip them. But there’s no snow in Texas, is there? Maybe they’re more like those bullies who would steal your lunch money and push you over, steal your basketball and push you over, tear up your books and push you over, or just push you over for no reason at all. Or perhaps because it was fun to toss your tiny being around like a ragdoll.

The visitor does do that to everyone – but it’s not an angry bully with mental issues – if only it were.

Fortunately, the town was not completely defenseless and utterly hopeless against the invader. Even in     Texas, they somehow had their own gypsy to predict when their doom would arrive. Every time it was thought to, she would rush out of her hut and scream, “It’s over, the end is near! Kiss your children, hold those you love dear near! Pray your home does not implode, that it’s somehow survives! Because it is nearly here!”

It was the same anthem of doom every time. The calm and serene streets would immediately wake up and begin to thrown all those upon then in all directions as if they were parasites on its being. The fleas would scatter and dive to anyone’s house and invade everyone’s privacy for their own survival.

Many efforts would be in vain – as in moments the dreaded visitor would say hello. It would be like it was being propelled by the eagle in Norse myths. The one with the great big wings that held responsibility for the winds. Except to conjure up this visitor, it needed a few steroids.

Yes, indeed the destructive power this regular visitor would bring cannot be conjured by anything alive – so what is it exactly.

New Turkey was famous for its bewildering and absolutely overpowering tornadoes that had no constructive purposes in their lives.