Paragraph Writing. By Raima Shamsi

The sound of the ringing bell clashed with the roar of the threatening cobalt waves. Overhead, the sky boomed with bleached shards of lightning, sending my panic-stricken cat darting inside. Particles of sand and minuscule chunks of seashells rushed along with the fierce wind, creating a border between the sand and the sea. I gazed over at the beach, squinted my eyes, and saw an auric earring glint next to carcasses of washed up fish. Wet sand clumped underneath my feet as I walked over to inspect it. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I tried to clean the blood that penetrated out of my skin as I pricked my finger with the razor edge of the small gold earring. 

Paragraph Writing. By Huda Fatima

Chaos unleashed as the bell rang and I went towards the door. Just as my brother Bill entered, our cat Achilles ran towards him, hitting the table console, and knocking over the jar of decorative seashells. Glass shattered everywhere. Taking advantage of our distress, Achilles tried escaping the house. He was trying to get past Bill, as Bill, perplexed, shut the door close. A cry of anguish escaped Achilles, for his tail got caught between the door. Bill let him free by immediately opening the door. Achilles rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and left us standing confused. A few calm, quiet seconds later, a loud “meow” was heard and more glass was shattered. Bill I ran towards the lounge and saw the horror which had discharged. The fish tank stood no longer in one piece, and Achilles had our pet goldfish Aphrodite in it’s mouth. I kneeled down towards the un-tethered cat to try to get Aphrodite out of his mouth. Just as my hand advanced towards him, he put his paw up to scratch me, but I was able to move my face away. Instead his tiny hand got stuck in my earring and he sliced my earlobe in half. 

Paragraph Writing by Vania Jafree

As I walked down the beach, looking at the starry night sky fade away as the bright shining sun came out, the cool, gentle breeze blew my hair around. The seashells that were hung up in a cafe nearby kept on bumping into each other making a calming clicking sound. I could hear the church bells ringing to show it was time for prayer, a scrawny little tabby cat perked up as soon as they rang and ran into the bushes. The low tide kept washing up pebbles and old seaweed, the cold water felt like I was walking on ice.

Q) Write a passage entitled, “Last night I dreamt…” By Ibraheem Tareen

Dreams for the average person last around twenty to thirty minutes. Considering what people have told me about their dreams and my own experiences…dreams don’t have to time to be rational or sensible. One minute you’re trying to escape killer robots ,the next you’re in a gang and time slows down during shootouts ,and on really special days there will be insects that resemble the combination of a cricket cockroach and grasshopper if they were all ten times larger.

However ,there are times when our minds are at ease.band in this case ,dreams don’t occur. Last nights was one of those nights ,where I dreamt about nothing. I don’t see it as a bad thing ,it’s incredibly relaxing despite the fact that there’s nothing there to relax me. There’s no scented candles ,there’s no shimmering raindrops or shining stars ,there’s no flowing rivers by the bank ,and there’s no cascading waves along the ocean. The Sun and Moon have both gone to sleep and all of space and time has spiralled in on itself until it’s as far away from me as needed. And no matter how much I can try and move closer towards it ,it’s futile.Now that everything and everyone is gone ,what about me? The answers quite simple , I’ll just relax.

After all the stress of having to deal with your school or job ,trying so hard day in and day out ,everyone deserves a bit of respite from their real lives ,and what better respite than the void?

Last night was one of those nights , where I dreamt about nothing simply because I didn’t want to dream about anything.

Paragraph Writing by Maryam Aamir

I searched around the beach looking for my lost earring. It was dark. The only source of light was the luminescent light reflecting off the moon and bouncing off the sea. I searched the area I thought I had lost the earring, only to be disappointed. Trying to find my way back, I heard a sound coming not far from where I was. With intrigue taking full control of me, I ventured towards the source and found a cat trying to fish out its prey. I tried to stay quiet, hoping to admire it from a far but my feet came over a seashell, or a twig, or whatever that thing was. The cat looked at me for a second, it’s eyes glittering and wide, before running off. I looked on, as the cat became smaller and smaller and the ring from its bell became quieter until it vanished and could not be seen again.

Home Alone. By Areesha Fatima

As usual, rushing my husband out of the house and sending my 6-year-old to preschool is how I begin my day. Nowadays, the little one has started kicking my belly with even more enthusiasm. So, you can say that I am mostly half asleep and not in the right state of mind these days.

I hurriedly slammed the door and made my way to the cozy couch on which stood a rotten, half eaten sandwich and my husband’s tie which he had been looking for since as long as I can remember.

There it was! I was again, like every day, home alone! To me this was freedom. It was and still is one of the best feelings. Pretty much like salvation or inner satisfaction.

Trust me, my husband and kids are amazing, cannot be more grateful! So please don’t think that I am fed up of them.  But it’s just that a little time off from the daily hectic routine is what brings me at peace.

It took some pills for my runny nose and nausea and smilingly, shut my eyes with pleasure.

Of course, someone or something had to interfere, right? Who could it be at this hour of the morning knocking at the door so rudely? Literally, all I thought about was who came and most importantly, why? “Entirely and successfully ruined my sleep.”, I said as a frown took over my innocent face. Could it be the milkman or the gardener, but why would they come again?

Getting up from the couch with the most distinct and powerful eye-roll and having no clue of what is happening and where I was headed to. I instantly grabbed the cloth on the couch which I thought was my scarf, but actually was the cape of my son’s superhero figure. I didn’t realize this until the following happened.

As soon as I opened the door, thinking that I was wrapping the scarf around my neck, I swung the cape so hard that the tough, metallic body quite energetically hit the eye of the person at the door. And there you see, it was my husband who now had a well-blended black-eye! How great is that?

Now, you may wonder why he came back. Obviously, the same tie on the couch was what he needed and now I am just curious about how the explanation to this incident will be given to his boss. No one knows, I am sure he doesn’t know either.

So, that my friends, is just a regular day of me at home all alone which also reminds me that the superhero figures and the rest of the mess at home needs to be cleaned up right away!

Paragraph Writing: ‘I am a cool superhero’ by Syed Fasih-ul-Hassan Taqvi

 

Okay let me get one thing straight. Not all superheroes wear golden-star embellished capes, bear amazing, mind blowing abilities and work against injustice. Most of us are just like you guys, work, eat, sleep repeat. We will gladly see the latest Netflix serial and would love to have a delightful meal surrounded by family. We’re not from extra-terrestrial planets, nor do we have arch-rivals in the form of stark-crazy clowns.

Yes, I do have superpowers, superspeed and control over fire. Unfortunately, ‘cool’ is not the term the media would define me. Last night they branded me with titles like “vindictive, vicious, a beast who tries to kill everyone in sight”. I just accidentally burned down two McDonalds; they didn’t give me the right milkshake. Corresponding to my superior pace, my body requires more energy. I have to pay a horrendous total of $1000 for my weekly groceries because I’m hungry all the time. Don’t even get started with me when Ramadhan pulls around, it’s pure torture and grief.

Trying to save others from their grief and demise is like attempting to tame a lion. People don’t listen.

“Sir I was trying to help you”.

“No you dirt-bag. You were trying to kill me”.

“Sir… That car would have run over you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t give me that villain-talk. I can tell by the look of your eyes; you saw me as your next piece of pray.”

That is literally every conversation that follows if I try to utilize my powers to help other guys. Superman and my friend “The Flash” got it so easy. Everyone views them as their idol, their role-model their everything. All I want is to be famous and lease some benefit from my superpowers. Guess stardom and being cool isn’t for me.

Write about half a page (300 words at least) on ‘The time when I was stuck at home’. This could be several paragraphs long. By Shamel Mujtaba

Ans. Right in the middle of the apocalypse(exams) a ray of light shone upon us, and the voice of our magnificent messiah could be heard clearly, “Schools closed from now on due to the virus”. Tears of supreme joy rained down the cheeks of all the unfortunate-now-fortunate souls who had not prepared themselves for judgement day.

So what now?

Now I grabbed my heavy AR and busted up some alien scum.

Now I armed myself with indestructible armour and went to slay a dragon.

Now I sat inside the world’s greatest speed machine and prepared to go well over five hundred kilometers per hour.

Now I…

“SHAMEL!! YOU STILL HAVE SOME HOMEWORK LEFT!!!”

Now I sat down and cried.

I mean why? It’s not like i can ever rid myself of the-end-of-all-fun (homework). Even IF i can muster the courage to finish it once-and-for-all it will still remain there, haunting me with similar visions of the future. 

Let me talk in English now. I wanted to play videogames but I couldn’t because my teachers were savage enough to give us homework despite total lockdown. Every time someone stepped out of their house they were followed by the barrel of a tank that was only two feet away.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that serious-but you get the point. 

In the end the assignment wouldn’t go anywhere right? And hence be pointless to complete?

Ha-Ha,you (I) wish.

Thanks to the twenty-first century and to the Internet we have online classes now! And online assignments. And online school. And online torture.

I have never hated the marvel that allowed me to play videogames-so much before.

Back in the day, a pandemic would just mean an excessive case of privacy. You wouldn’t talk to people and they wouldn’t  talk back. So, so peaceful.

Now I got my illiterate phone ringing at two a.m. 

All of a sudden my saviour had become my greatest foe. It was intolerable. It was absurd. It was…

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start working!”

Thanks mum, I feel really comforted. 

What was I saying?

Oh yes.

It was absurd. It was completely and totally illogical. But what could be done?

I couldn’t even sit in a confession circle to convince all the other pathetic losers that my life was even more pathetic than theirs. (If you haven’t tried that yet, you really should) 

Why?

Because this time I was stuck at home.

Paragraph Writing: Descriptive By Aaizah Tahir

Archetypes and Stereotypes

Emily sat at the square table in the library. She had a test coming up and so had all her math books spilled infront of her: geometry, algebra, graphs. She pushed her glasses back in place. They had slipped down as her head hung in stress. However, she wasnt worried about her math test. No, not at all. She was stressed cause she had messed up. Big time. Her anger issues had gotten out of hand and she had an outburst on her girlfriend – Amara. The worst one yet. It wasn’t her fault she had ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder) and couldn’t listen to anythign resembling a command. Amara had practically ordered her to go to that party with her; she knew Emily had a test coming up. Because of her disorder, Emily was filled with sudden rage, and stubbornly refused to go. And now, now guilt gnawed at every fibre of her being. Everyone expected her to be this calm girl with her nose always in a book, but she couldn’t help it. Why couldn’t they look past her appearance was a question she asked herself practically everyday. With newfound enthusiasm, she had decided what she needed to do. She would tell Amara about it. She would tell her about her disorder.

Technology is a curse By: Khadija Kayani

Advancement in scientific technology poses a threat to humanity. Technology was merely created as a source of communication but the disadvantages carry more weightage. Students tend to spend more time on phone rather than actively participating in outdoor extra-curricular activities. Spending time on social media often leads to unnecessary arguments and may result in healthcare problems, for instance, back and neck pain. Terrorist organizations use social media for the display of their propaganda material and in order to promote their extremist ideologies. Their torturous methods of execution, beheadings and mass killings portrayed on social media are essentially what brainwashes the minds of many young beings. Technology promoting sensitive content manipulates the thinking of young adults, for instance, the hit Netflix show Thirteen Reasons Why portraying depression, anxiety and suicide has successfully managed to influence and drive saddened young adult souls into the attraction of displaying their grief through tapes before proceeding with the act of committing suicide. Several cases have been reported since its release where teenagers had adopted this strategy of exiting the world with a grand finale. It’s about time we limit or even possibly eliminate the usage of technology in our daily lives if we want to continue living in peace.