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Detailed Lesson Plan in 21 Century Literature From The Philippines and The World
Detailed Lesson Plan in 21 Century Literature From The Philippines and The World
A.1 Preliminaries
Greetings Good morning class. Good morning Ma’am.
Prayer Let us all stand for a prayer. ____________, please Let us put ourselves in God’s
lead the prayer. presence…
A. 2 Establishing a
purpose of the
lesson
BOOTH BOOTH
1 4
TEAM TEAM
MOSQUE AFGHAN
BOOTH BOOTH
2 3
TEAM TEAM
KEBAB BURQA
Yes, Ma’am.
BOOTH 1
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BOOTH 2
BOOTH 1
BOOTH 3
MOSQUE
KEBAB- a - a Muslim
dish of place of
pieces of worship.
meat, fish,
or TANDOOR
vegetables - a clay
roasted or oven of a GARIS-
grilled on type used typically have
a skewer originally in two wheels
or spit. northern with rubber
India and tires, are pulled
Pakistan. by one horse.
BOOTH 4
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D. Discussing new BOOTH 4: AfunGHAN FACTS!
concepts and practicing Friends, did you enjoy Yes, Reesha. Kheili mamnoon!
new skills # 2 Students will know fun facts about
the tour? (Thank you so much!)
(10 mins.) Afghanistan which are not known to the
I see
Khahesh Afghanistan
mikonam differently
now. I now
(You’re welcome.) feel like it is a safe
Now,country,
I would likeespecially
to upon
knowing that the people are
know if there are
hospitable. The only problem
changes as to how you
is that it is not an open
see my country and our
country.
people after the tour.
I was in awe of the sceneries
of Afghanistan. The
landscapes are beautiful. I
Yes, my country is indeed a beautiful
was also amazed that there is
country. The only problem is that it winter in their country
limits our power and right for being a because I thought it is a desert
woman. Hence, I’ve asked your country.
teacher to give you some text to read
and give you tasks to become
ambassadors and make my country
much beautiful than it is. It would be
when us, women, would be free.
When Rasheed returns, he fails to notice the clean house, but praises Mariam’s cooking. He brings her a gift, a blue burqa for
her to cover herself with. He explains that some of his customers’ wives come to his shop uncovered, without shame, and
even wear makeup and short skirts. Even the neighbor, Fariba, walks on the streets alone with only a scarf.
He finds this an embarrassment, a sign that a man has lost control of his wife. Rasheed, in the place where he was born, a
woman’s face belongs to her husband alone. He won’t allow that to happen to him—he wants to be the only one to see his
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wife’s face. As Mariam accepts the burqa, she feels she is shrinking under the power of Rasheed’s will.
Mariam had never before worn a burqa. Rasheed had to help her put it on. The padded headpiece felt tight and heavy on her
skull, and it was strange seeing the world through a mesh screen. She practiced walking around her room in it and kept
stepping on the hem and stumbling. The loss of peripheral vision was unnerving, and she did not like the suffocating way the
pleated cloth kept pressing against her mouth.
"You'll get used to it," Rasheed said. "With time, I bet you'll even like it."
They took a bus to a place Rasheed called the Shar-e-Nau Park, where children pushed each other on swings and slapped
volleyballs over ragged nets tied to tree trunks. They strolled together and watched boys fly kites, Mariam walking beside
Rasheed, tripping now and then on the burqa's hem. For lunch, Rasheed took her to eat in a small kebab house near a
mosque he called the Haji Yaghoub. The floor was sticky and the air smoky. The walls smelled faintly of raw meat and the
music, which Rasheed described to her as logari, was loud.
Mariam, who had never been inside a restaurant, found it odd at first to sit in a crowded room with so many strangers, to lift
her burqa to put morsels of food into her mouth. A hint of the same anxiety as the day at the tandoor stirred in her stomach,
but Rasheed's presence was of some comfort, and, after a while, she did not mind so much the music, the smoke, even the
people.
And the burqa, she learned to her surprise, was also comforting. It was like a one-way window. Inside it, she was an observer,
buffered from the scrutinizing eyes of strangers. She no longer worried that people knew, with a single glance, all the shameful
secrets of her past.
Kabul was far more crowded than the little that Mariam had seen of Herat. There were fewer trees and fewer garis pulled by
horses, but more cars, taller buildings, more traffic lights and more paved roads.
They walked on to a place called Kocheh-Morgha, Chicken Street. It was a narrow, crowded bazaar in a neighborhood that
Rasheed said was one of Kabul's wealthier ones.
"Around here is where foreign diplomats live, rich businessmen, members of the royal family--that sort of people. Not like you
and me."
Rasheed laughed.
From time to time, Rasheed greeted a shopkeeper he knew, sometimes in Farsi, other times in Pashto. As they shook hands
and kissed on the cheek, Mariam stood a few feet away.
Rasheed did not wave her over, did not introduce her.
Mariam waited outside on the crowded sidewalk. She watched the bored-looking merchants inside their tiny stalls, smoking, or
spitting into brass spittoons, their faces emerging from the shadows now and then to peddle textiles and furcollared poostin
coats to passersby.
But it was the women who drew Mariam's eyes the most.
The women in this part of Kabul were a different breed from the women in the poorer neighborhoods--like the one where she
and Rasheed lived, where so many of the women covered fully. These women were--what was the word Rasheed had
used?--"modern."
Yes, modern Afghan women married to modern Afghan men who a thousand splendid suns did not mind that their wives
walked among strangers with makeup on their faces and nothing on their heads. Mariam watched them cantering uninhibited
down the street, sometimes with a man, sometimes alone, sometimes with rosy-cheeked children who wore shiny shoes and
watches with leather bands, who walked bicycles with highrise handlebars and gold-colored spokes--unlike the children in
Deh-Mazang, who bore sand-fly scars on their cheeks and rolled old bicycle tires with sticks.
Mariam even spotted one smoking behind the wheel of a car. Their nails were long, polished pink or orange, their lips red as
tulips. They walked in high heels, and quickly, as if on perpetually urgent business. They wore dark sunglasses, and, when
they breezed by, Mariam caught a whiff of their perfume. She imagined that they all had university degrees, that they worked
in office buildings, behind desks of their own, where they typed and smoked and made important telephone calls to important
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people. These women mystified Mariam.
They made her aware of her own lowliness, her plain looks, her lack of aspirations, her ignorance of so many things.
EXPECTATION REALITY
(in the story)
F. Abstractions about the Please tack your answers on the board. Then, the
lesson (2 mins) representative will explain their work.
G . Contextualization Were you mystified, like Mariam did upon Yes, because I had the same
and reading that these modern Afghan women expectation as what Mariam
Values Infusion (5 mins) exists? thought women of Kabul
would be.
Do you think they do exist in the real setting I think no. it was only the
of Afghanistan? writers idea of the author in
order to show his support to
give women freedom.
In our own context, have you seen women, Yes, I’ve known Muslims here
particularly Muslims, whom you can consider in Bayugan who wore dress
‘modern’? like those of the mainstream.
In fact few of them wore
traditional dress.
If you were given the right to choose, would If I would make an advocacy
you want the Afghan women to wear Burqa or that women should have the
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to dress freely? right to wear what they
wanted, not because it was
what the society chose for
them to wear.
H. Applications
Evaluate learning ACTIVITY 4: THE AFGHAN WOMEN’S
(15 mins) AMBASSADORS/ AMBASSADRESS
IN THE MAKING!
Criteria:
Content- 50%
Presentation- 30%
Cooperation- 20%
TOTAL 100%
#WeAreOnewiththeAfghanWomen
Craftsmanship- 50%
Creativity- 30%
Originality- 20%
TOTAL 100%
IV. REMARKS
V. REFLECTION
A. No. of learners
who earned 80
% on the
formative
assessment
B. No. of learners
who requires
additional
activities for
remediation
C. Did the remedial
lessons work?
No. of learners
who have caught
up with the
lesson.
D. No. of learners
who continue to
require
remediation
E. Which of my
teaching
strategies
worked well?
Why did these
work?
F. What difficulties
did I encounter
which my
cooperating
teacher can help
me solve?
G. What innovation
or localized
materials did I
use/discover
which I wish to
share with other
practice
teachers?
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