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The hottest day of summer in Malaysia in 1994 was an exhausting day for Tinsley. She strolled out of the taxi and
walked up to the new apartment building where she lived. She turned left and pressed the elevator button.
The elevator stopped on the 12th floor. She pulled her metal keys out and went inside. A gush of wind passed by
her giving her haunted vibes. Tip-toeing slowly, she went inside her bedroom. As she was exhausted, she took
an evening nap for a while.

Next, as soon as she woke up, she decided to clean the dusty, filthy floor. Her foot stepped over a small unknown
photo lying on the floor. It was an unearthly picture of a young girl sitting on a wooden bench. She wore a pretty
formal attire, had small deep beady brown eyes and, slightly blonde hair tied into a pony tail. Tinsley stared at the
picture. But, with a blink of an eye she realized that the girl in the frame faded away but then again came back?!
Tinsely thought it was her unearthly petrifying imagination. She whipped off the dust from the frame and kept it
safely inside the drawer.
(Time skipped)

It was 10 pm when Tinsley brought a close to her work. Dragging her feet, she sauntered towards her davenport.
When she opened the drawers, to her surprise there was no picture frame despite that, only her big textbooks.
She shuffled all her books, yet no clue of where the picture disappeared. After a bit she caught the sight of the
frame lying on the floor. Tinsley had a weird feeling, nevertheless; she put the frame aside. In the twinkling of an
eye, she tucked herself in her cosy, portable bed to get some sleep. She breathed a sigh and closed her
exhausted eyes. “CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!” she heard a creaking sound of her room door. She was panic-
stricken. She slowly opened her eyes and found her room door ajar. Tinsley clenched her fists tightly and
forced herself to sleep.

It was 8am. Stretching her arms and yawning, she woke up lazily from bed and walked towards the restroom. She
was aghast when she found her entire living room was in disarray! Without wasting a second, she ran to the
owner of the apartment, Mr. Wilson. Soon after, she explained to him what happened. He breathed out a loud
sigh and said- A Roman man named Elijah and his wife Jenn once lived in this house. They had a small child
named Charlotte. In the past, Charlotte was once in the house playing in the terrace with her dolls, while her
parents were out at work. She slipped off all the way down and passed away. “Clink! Clink!”.

Suddenly, Tinsley received a phone call from one of her fellow classmates so she requested Mr. Wilson to excuse
her for a minute. Tinsley was informed by her classmate that there was going to be an extra class. So, she waved
goodbye to Mr. Wilson but told him to come over at her place at 10 pm. Time flew. Her classes came to an
end and soon Mr. Wilson showed up. After a bit, he then continued the story. After the death of young Charlotte,
her soul was left in this house. People who used to rent this house to stay, Charlotte killed the people who
lived in the apartment before. Tinsley was terrified after hearing this.

In a trice, Mr. Wilson discontinued...and looked anxiously at the dark room inside behind Tinsley. His eyes
expanded and became as red as blood. He slowly started to suffocate. Tinsley screamed at the top of her lungs,
and rushed to call all the neighbours around. Mr. Wilson was slowly passing away. The neighbours found creepy
scars on his face. Tinsley hesitantly walked inside the room. Horrified, she spotted blood prints on the wall. Fear
gripped her. Everyone was freaked out. Tinsley took all her important belongings as quickly as possible, and
everyone left the house. Mr. Wilson was admitted to the hospital and passed away out of crucial pain. After many
investigations, that place was condoned and became restricted to the public.
Name: Amina Abedin
Class: VIII
Section: Venus
 Reflection AllahThe Creator
Allah is our maker,
I look into the mirror, He created the earth
And all there is in the
And my reflection’s on display. Entire universe.
I see the same old me.
Though I am not sure if that’s the one I want to see. He made the seas, mountains
He rescues us from distress
And he removes all our pain.
I look deep into the reflection,
Knowing that I have imperfections. We must seek our knowledge
From His holy book,
The mirrors might show We must learn
What people will see, We all come from him
And to him we shall return.
And try to tear me apart
By displaying the unwanted me. Name: Aisha Mubashhira
Class: III
Section: Venus
But I know what I see,
When I look into the glass
That reflects my face
And conceals my heart.
Clouds
It is hot,
The sky is blue.
Mirrors of this world, A little cloud comes looking for you.
Go try to reflect me. More cloud comes,
But are you really sure? They bring rain.
Sing and dance,
That it is truly me?
It's cool again!

Name: Aarshia Mahveen Yusra Name: Amir Mohammed Mahir

Class: VIII Class: III
Section: Venus Section: Jupiter
Colère
For centuries, humans have been the dominant species. Humans subdued animals, locked them up, killed
them for athletics and clothes and many other human causes.

WHAT IF THE ANIMALS AROUND THEWORLD SAY –“NO MORE”

Both animals and humans have the capacity to rule the planet, so why is it that only humans
always dominate animals? There are cases where humans died due to the attack of wild animals.
Conversely, there are cases where wild animals died due to human attacks. In a lot of cases,
animals are ten times stronger than humans physically. Some animals, especially apes have a lot
of similarities withhumans. Animals like lions, tigers, and elephants have the capacity to bring
mankind to an end (if they fought in packs) against human beings. What if even the most loyal
animal we pet, like dogs, fight against us for freedom? What would we do then?

What would really provoke these animals (both domestic and wild) to show
such wrathful behaviour?

Will killing them and using them for clothes and other human causes really provoke them? Well, I
believe not. It is definitely a fact that both humans and animals can rule the world by their
respective skills, but they won’t as they were not designed to do so. They definitely need
something human-caused to provoke them.

SO, THE QUESTION IS, WHAT COULDPROVOKE THEM?

Animals are definitely furious; it is their nature to be so. But they are not wrathful towards
humans. It definitely has something to do with the food chain. It is possible for animals to be
wrathful towards humans by consuming certain food with chemicals that is going to change their
behaviour and DNA.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF SUCH TRAGEDY OCCURS –

If such tragedy happens, the world will soon come to an end, leaving behind no animals and
humans. In order to prevent such a tragic end, we will have to research on certain food
companies and run tests on their products in order to check if the food is suitable for
consumption. If the food is not suitable, we will have to take a stand against those particular food
companies that are producing such harmful animal food in the name of experiment and risking
human life as well as animal life.
Name: Armani Rahman
Class: IX
Section: Venus
 LIFE IN A VIRUS
Wake up in the morning feeling lazy.
You think I am scared of the virus, are you crazy!
Daisy He cannot phase my mind,
I am pretty and cute While I am staying home quarantined.
I come during the spring; Wearing a mask, I do outside task.
Keeping a distance to make sense.
In the meadow with green grass, Getting new tool to do school.
I am as white as snow; I dash from room to room to attend zoom.

As I can’t go outside, I am playing seek and hide.

My white petals fly away in the wind,
I watched the drizzle of rain and thought
I cover the whole meadow with daisy; how I have spent my time in vain.
I have a flat yellow surface between the white petals,
I move with the breezy wind. I feel like I am stuck in a prison cell,
With a PC by Dell.
Name: Ayesha Siddique Name: Ayaan Ajwaad
Class: VII Class: V
Section: Venus Section: Mars

My Second Home
The name of my school is Al-Hidaayah International School. It is one of the best schools in my city. We
have a big school campus having many class rooms which are decorated very beautifully. We also have
Science lab where we do our experiments, library where we read countless books and computer lab
where we learn how to use a computer.

My school has a huge playground and we are given the opportunity to excel on different kinds of sports
that we like. We play basketball, football, table tennis etc. We also have a very big cafeteria where we
get to eat different kinds of delicious food and snacks.

My school is like a second home to me. I miss my school during the vacations and sometimes I also visit
my school during holidays. The students at my school are well disciplined. Our teachers are very good
and also caring.

Whenever we have difficulty to understand anything they help us a lot. Our principal sir is a very gentle
and nice person. The clean positive religious atmosphere at our school inspires us to study. We all
receive very good education. Thanks to our teachers who love us a lot and we also love them too. I love
my school and enjoy going to school every day.
Name: Ayaana Ariba
Class: III
Section: Venus
 The Secret Garden Summer
Hundreds of birds flying in the lawn, Summer season dry and wet,
A beautiful scenery of the beginning dawn, Summer season sweaty and juicy,
Summer season full of fun,
A small, pretty, mesmerizing lake
Summer season makes us run.
One little sign of a dazzling snowflake.
The sudden rain of summer makes nature cool
The butterflies twirling in the clouds so high and fresh,
Our hearts too rejoice being cool and fresh.
The flowers smell like sweet cherry pie,
The little kids jump for joy,
A tiny clue of the magical power Playing in the rain with their beautiful toys.
I could hide in here for loops of hours,
Summer season is my favourite season,
As there are many beautiful reasons.
So, now before you enter you must say I eagerly wait for summer time,
Now everyone knows it’s a secret garden. To recite aloud my charming rhyme.

Name: Azra Abeeda Rasul Name: Azraf Azim Khan

Class: IV Class: VI
Section: Neptune Section: Mars

School or Home-school?
The word ‘home-schooling’ means a child is educated at home instead of going to a school. As fun and
stress-free as it may sound to the students of a normal school, it does have its pros and cons.

There are many advantageous things about home-school that makes it more inviting to parents than a
regular school. One of the biggest advantages is effective learning. Since home-schooling consists of
only an individual person, there are not many things that can cause a distraction. The individual has the
complete flexibility to move through the materials quickly or slowdown according to his/her pace, which
is practically impossible in a normal school as the teacher will be moving in a particular pace, so that the
class of 20 to 30 students can grasp the concept within the given time.

However, there are many downsides of home-schooling along with its advantages. Effective learning
and flexible learning time are the ideal things a parent desires for their children to have, however, these
advantages can cost a great fortune. Unlike a normal school, the cost of home-schooling is really not
wallet-friendly to some parents since the cost increases depending on the curriculum choice.
Be that as it may, making the decision to home-school your child or send your child to a normal school
is a complex one. But at the end of the day, it is up to the parents to decide, keeping in mind all the pros
and cons of both the choices. Name: Meera Kulsum
Class: IX
Section: Venus
 Don’t Give Up The Seasons
If you keep on going It all starts with summer
And never stop, The sun is bright and shiny,
You can keep on going Riding in a hummer,
You can make it to the top. I can hear the sound of the wind all whiny.

Life is full of mountains, Next is monsoon.

Some are big and some are small, It rains cats and dogs all day long.
But if you don’t give up Bored at home, I want to go outside soon.
You can overcome them all.
Once it's all over, the mud is there to play with.

So, keep on going

Now it's time for autumn.
Try not to stop,
Setting fire to the leaves
When you keep on going
Autumn creeps in,
You can make it to the top.
For the crunch underfoot.
Name: Ebadaat Uddin
Class: V Now comes freezing winter.
Section: Jupiter
Winter is as cold as ice,
But a mug of hot chocolate makes it nice.
My Mother Long dark nights,
Let's bundle up for snow fight.
My mother takes care of everyone in the house. Now it's my favourite time of the year,
Everyday my mother prepares delicious meals for us. Spring!
She scolds me when I do wrong but later, This is a time when flowers sing.

she calmly explains me my mistakes

Birds take a wing and the bees all buzz.
and how I should correct them.
Be careful they sting,
She is a very hard-working woman.
I will go outside and ride a swing
She is THE BEST bed-time story teller. And enjoy the view of the beautiful spring.
I love my mother a lot.

Name: Mataf Mahasin Name: Faraaz Khan

Class: III Class: III
Section: Mars Section: Jupiter
 A Brave Cowherd
Once upon a time there was a cowherd in a village. One day, early in the morning, he went out
with his herd of cows. He took the cows to a field near a railway bridge. The cows were grazing in
the field and the cowherd was walking along the railway tracks. He went up to the bridge and was
looking around the bridge.

"OH NO!" Somebody has removed a rail from that railway track," he said to himself. "A mail train
is about to cross the bridge any moment and surely there will be a huge accident! The train can
come from any direction," he thought. "I must go to the nearest railway station and inform the
station master.” But the railway station was a few miles away from the bridge.

No sooner had he thought of it, he saw the train coming towards him in full speed like a laser
beam. "What can I do now?" he thought for a second. He then stood between the rails. Then he
took off his red shirt and began to wave. It was a lucky coincidence that he wore a red shirt
because red means to stop.
The driver of the train saw him from a distance. "He must be a naughty boy," thought the driver.
The engine whistled and whistled, but the boy did not move."I may die, but anyhow I should save
the lives of the people in that train," he said to himself.

The boy did not move away from the railway track. So the driver stopped the train.The driver was
angry with the boy. He got off the train and came up to him.

"Do you want to kill yourself?" The driver shouted at the boy and pushed him away from the
track.The boy fell on the ground. He was breathing heavily so he couldn't not speak a single word
for a few seconds. After some time, all he said was "water".

The driver gave him a glass of water. The boy drank the water and was silent for a minute. Then
he explained everything to the driver and his crew who joined them on the ground. They were
amazed at the wit and courage of the boy.

"Thank you very much!" said the driver and his crew."You saved our lives without caring for yours.
You are a brave boy. May God bless you.”
Name: Jannatul Mawa
Class: VII
Section: Venus
 Delicious to the Last Piece!
Every type of occasion, whether a party or a wedding, has one thing that is essential - a dessert
that everyone, no matter their age, loves and dies to eat. You might think I am exaggerating, but
it is true. When a large, flat 3 - 4 tier cake, decorated like the most beautiful thing on earth, sits on
the table, the cake is the only thing everyone will look at. Every year on special days, I love to have
my mother bake cakes for me. The cake she makes sometimes has different types of flowers
decorated on it. The sides are decorated with the colours of all the flowers on earth making the
cake look like a majestic creation.

As I cut the cake, I see the chocolate layers inside. What a brilliant surprise I didn’t see coming!
When I take a bite of the appetizing cake, its scrumptious taste awakens every single taste bud on
my tongue. The taste of the whip cream is simply unreal. Along with that, I can taste different types
of fruits like the luscious strawberries and cherries. With every bite that I take, the soft cake and
flavourful cream creates a massive explosion in my mouth. The sweet fragrance of the fruit
flavoured cream wafts through my nostrils making me feel joyful.

Sometimes she will bake my favourite chocolate cake, which is the best surprise for me when I am
having a bad day. The warm inside of the chocolate cake, when it first comes out of the oven,
makes my taste buds jump with joy, and the smooth butter frosting mixed with melted chocolate is
just a delight. The rich thick chocolate glaze hugs the two layered cake making it look like a pool
of dark chocolate.

On the first bite I feel like I stuffed my mouth with all the chocolates in the world. Chewing down
this savoury dessert, I can feel the crumbs of chocolate break between my teeth. The delectable
cream stuffed between the cake makes it difficult to resist licking my fingers. There is an aromatic
sweet smell of chocolate that crawls in my nose every time I take a bite. And before I know it, the
cake is in my stomach and happiness shows in my face. So, my dear friends,

“Forget the fork and dig right in!” Name: Mariam Islam
Class: IX
Section: Venus
 CYBERBULLYING

Cyberbullying is the act of bullying in the form of digital media. It is a modern term for bullying which
emerged with the rise of the internet. It takes place on digital devices like cell phones, computers, and
tablets. It can take the form of texts through online chat forums, social networking sites like Facebook,
Snapchat, and Instagram and gaming forums. Acts such as posting, sending or sharing negative
content that is harmful, mean, or obscene, define cyberbullying.

Cyberbullying starts in the virtual world. Cyberbullies enjoy the hold of something personal of the
victim. They start to either blackmail or harass them. Victims of cyberbullying are most commonly from
the age group of 12 to 18. Teenagers get attracted to the online glamour and the attention that they get
from strangers.

Most of the victims are forced to stay away from all social sites, in a bid to escape the cyberbullies.
They separate themselves to feel a sense of protection from the outer world. Most of the victims do not
reveal anything to their parents or family members in fear of disappointing them. To escape the bullies,
they may try to change the school or home, but they are hardly able to escape the clutches of the
tormentors. Most of the time, the victims would give up fighting the bullies and kill themselves to
escape the pain and horrors of the continuous cyberbullying.

Cyberbullying is a serious issue, and it can be truly horrific to go through such a difficult period. Staying
strong and fighting back is the only option against these bullies. Seeing a counsellor can help the
victims handle the incident in a better manner. Life does not get over if you are a victim of cyberbullying
and it is possible to fight back.
Name: Muhtasim Rahman Shahan
Class: VI
Section: Mars
 Luke’s Dream

Luke was storming to his bedroom because he got vegetables for dinner. He laid down on the bed and
screamed, “I don’t like vegetables!” He kept murmuring and slowly fell asleep.

Luke rubbed his eyes as he woke up. He was shocked when he found himself sitting on a marshmallow
boat which was floating on a hot chocolate river. “Now this is what I like!” he whooped. Suddenly, a
number of Ice-creams along with spear-shaped chocolates chased him. He was confused at what was
happening and quickly jumped on the soft Land of Marshmallows that he was passing by.

Before he could catch his breath, the Ice-creams caught up to him. Luke tried to befriend them by
introducing himself but it wasn’t a good idea. Instead, the Ice-creams attacked him. He quickly ran and
went to the Lollipop Forest. He turned back to see the Ice-creams had run away. He panted and felt
relieved that he was not being chased anymore.

Luke walked on, but the Grumpy Bears in the Lollipop Forest started attacking him. “No wonder the
Ice-creams ran away,” he thought. He looked behind to see if the Grumpy Bears were still there and he
tripped and fell down. He thought that this was the end and the Grumpy Bears got him once and for all.

At the very last moment, a bright light shone through which blinded Luke’s sight. And there were the
Vegetables. “Run away!” said a Carrot. The light shone brighter and he closed his eyes as the light was
too bright to see. After few seconds, he opened his eyes and found himself on his bed. He freshened
up and sat for dinner. Luke’s mother said, “Will you have vegetables? After seeing your reaction when
I bought them, I think you won’t have them.” Luke wanted to say no because he doesn’t like vegetables
but he said, “No, no problem. You can give them to me. After all they saved me.” His mother looked at
him confused as to what he was talking about. But Luke was smiling, ready to have vegetables that he
didn’t like.
Name: Nabhan Hamdan
Class: III
Section: Mars
 The Garden My Daily Routine
The garden where the path follows, Waking up, I do my bed,
The path went as it would last hollow. Books I don’t read are read.
And as I went, Throughout the day, I do classes,
It seemed wonderful and more. But most of the time, I forget my glasses.
You could smell the roses and daffodils. I do my homework,
It was the garden of everyone’s dreams, And I do my chores.
Where the waterfall sparkles and gleams. At night I have dinner,
It was the garden everyone wanted to visit. And sleep early to be a winner.

Name: Rafiah Fareefta Name: Rayedul Abedin

Class: V Class: VIII
Section: Venus Section: Jupiter

Friendship
Friendship is one of the most precious gifts. Friends are those who help us, enjoy with us and
understand us. We come across many people in our lives but not all are our friends. A friend is that
person who understands you more than anyone else. Friends should be chosen carefully as good
friends lead us on good path whereas bad friends may spoil our life by leading us on wrong path.

Our bad times make us realize our good and bad friends. True friendship is based on loyalty and
support. A true friend is a person who will stand beside you when time is tough.

Friendship does not mean only understanding and helping each other. It needs some patience,
naughtiness and love. True friends are the pillars of life. They are the precious gift that we achieve in
our life. We should learn to love, care, be affectionate and be patient with our friends.

Name: Sabiha Faisal

Class: III
Section: Neptune
 Importance of Truthfulness in Real Life
In English, truthfulness refers to the quality of being honest and not containing or telling any lies. The
opposite of this term is falsehood. In Islam, truthfulness is the conformity of the outer with the inner, the
action with the intention, the speech with the belief and the practice with the preaching.

The Arabic term of this word is ‘Al sidq’ and the opposite Arabic term of this word (Al sidq) is Al batil.
Truthfulness is the greatest and most important of all human virtues. Truthfulness means to speak the
truth habitually. A truthful man will never tell a lie. He always says what he means. He practices what
he preaches. He does not tell a lie even in jest.

In our practical life, the importance of maintaining truthfulness is momentous. Truthfulness is important
to build up our character. A man whose character is not good is not loved by anybody. So, we should
always speak the truth. Our society cannot exist if we are all liars. A truthful man keeps his word. So,
people depend upon what he says. They assign him work which carries huge responsibility.

A truthful man has strength of mind. He is not afraid of anybody. He readily speaks the truth without
giving it a second thought. A truthful man attains success in business. He may earn a little but in true
sense he has earned the biggest asset -a peaceful and happy life. In fact, the word of a truthful man
has great value. A truthful man has a clear conscience and does not fear anybody. So, his mind is free
from anxiety, whereas the mind of a liar is constantly troubled. Even his enemies respect him, and this
respect is more important than any jewel.

Now, we shall look into the consequences of telling lies in our tangible life. In real life, a liar is hated by
all. Nobody believes him. He may gain success for a short time but in the long run is bound to suffer.
Nobody helps a liar. Nobody trusts him. He cannot shine in business. If a merchant or a shopkeeper
tells a lie, people will not deal with him anymore. A liar does not lead a peaceful life. He is always afraid
of being found out. He knows that he is not doing a good thing by telling a lie. As a result, he ends up
paying a huge price for it.

As truthfulness is a great virtue, truthfulness is a great voice. It is, therefore, the duty of every person
to practice speaking the truth from childhood.
Name: Reehan Ahmed
Class: V
Section:Mars
Name: Saiham Al Amin
Class: VIII
Section: Jupiter Pressure Test
New ideas dazzled my mind as I was about to write the 1st paragraph. Bundles of pupils were
scattered in the hall room: 100 seats in each row and the classroom was as big as a field. Competitors
were diligently writing their essays – invigilators were announcing the due time.

As confusion hug me on which topic to write, I punctiliously started writing. The room temperature left
me to freeze. In my imagination, lightning danced across the sky. Invigilator’s announcements echoed
through the hall room. The room was decorated magnificently and the smallest of the smallest detail
was visible to their eyes. Pen, pencil, ruler and sharpener were also handed over. As soon as I finished
the first paragraph, the coordinator diligently gave us a disrupt.

Running towards the canteen, I joined the mile-long queue. My stomach was about to burst due to
starvation but by the Grace of Allah my line came after an eternity. Volcanoes erupted in my head as
my favourite dish was out of stock. With a swollen face, I had to settle and purchase the hotdog. With
great difficulty, I sat with my buddy to swallow my snacks. Break ended and our competition started
again. Putting my head under immense pressure, I had to conclude my essay.

Enshrouded Woe Words

Take a look at her cabinet of pills, What if we plant rooting words into
And tell me how she feels. one’s insecure heart?
Take heed of how she drawls, What if we plant healing words into
And tell me how your fear crawls. one’s wounded heart?
Take a look at the paints her brushes stain, What if we plant soothing words into
And tell me how the saint she feigns. one’s woeful heart?
Take heed of how she watches the rain, Why don’t we plant roses into
And tell me the disclosure in her eyes of pain. our hearts?
Take a look at how she covertly cowers, So that it nurtures others,
And tell me how you think her dismay powers Rather than planting Venus flytraps that
Like a lunar eclipse weaken others?
Coursing down her thoughts in silent drips.
Name: Samiha Salim Name: Sameera Tareq
Class: IX Class: IX
Section: Venus Section: Venus
 A Solo Trip
Beautiful mountains were all covered in green and blue. I could see the ocean, far away the big blue –
stretching out everywhere with all its vivid colours. The view made me feel like my own heaven. After an
intense week of school, my favourite place to visit and relieve all stress is the Coney Island. The place
not only calms me but also makes me nostalgic. Last week, I took a solo visit there when the school
vacation had just started and had a whale of time to myself. Just as I stepped out of my pitch-black
Wrangler, a cool and crispy breeze blew, caressing my jet-black hair.

Without second thoughts, I compelled my fingers to press the ‘’power off’’ button on my phone to
distance myself from all those messages that kept ringing. I cat-walked straight inside the monstrous
hotel that stood in front of me, showing off its architectural design. Two tall, charismatic securities
sanitised me from head to toe and then permitted me to enter. I strolled towards the reception, informed
them about my reservation and within seconds received the keys of my room. A bellboy approached me,
took hold of my luggage and escorted me to my room. Without wasting any time, I dressed up, grabbed
my bag and headed towards the sea which was opposite to my hotel. Gray sand-grains tickled my feet
as they brushed over it. The scorching sun beat down its merciless rays relentlessly while I trudged over
under an enormous umbrella which was reserved for me by my regular beach-holder.

In front of me was the never-ending sea which was adorned with people and children swimming,
speed-boating and families capturing moments through pictures. I approached the sea and dove into
the azure-blue ocean filled to the brim with sparkling crystals. Teenagers around me were mostly playing
soccer and volleyball while some built sandcastles. The air was filled with laughter, screams and shouts.
After coming out of the welcoming water, I headed to the cafeteria as I was famished. It was a vast hall
queued with never-ending line of small hawker stores. There was a variety of food: Crispy
Honey-Coated Wings, King-Sized Lobsters, Grilled Salmon and Prawns that were sizzled at their best!
After having a feast of lobsters and prawns, I headed towards the shore. The glamorous and elegant
sun illuminated its rays across the horizon and soon extinguished behind the stars. An active moon rose
with its group of stars that twinkled over the sky. I packed my belongings and went to the hotel
reluctantly as it was their time to shut the place down - an experience that was so blissful, came to a
halt. Name: Samaah Sultan
Class: VIII
Section: Venus
 School Days Life
Life is so short.
For every child it is essential,
It gets shorter each day.
To realize their full potential.
This life on earth quickly passes away.
Today I hurry off to school, to work, learn,
The time we have to live is brief.
and play
I’m in a brand-new grade this year. What
Like a vapor
a happy day!
Our life disappears.
We have a new teacher, with new tasks,
My new class is tiny, where we all wear masks.
Don’t waste your life living for selfish gain,
Or living for what’s sin, temporal and vain.
At first, I was scared about how things would
It will be soon when you take your last breath.
change.
Life will be over and you will face death.
School was closed for so long,
Would it feel bad or strange?
Then you will stand before Allah.
Each day I’ll do my best,
And you will see
And I won’t do any less.
My work will please me, What really mattered for eternity.
And I won’t accept a mess.
Your life is getting shorter every day.
I will write carefully and my writing will be neat,
And like a vapor life passes away.
But I will not be happy,
Till my papers are complete.
One day, very soon.
For all test I will do my best
When your life is past,
And as the final day arrives,
Only what you did for Allah will last.
They will be the “best days of our lives.”

Name: Samara Hoque Name: Sameer Ahmed

Class: VI Class: IV
Section: Neptune Section: Jupiter
 A Sudden Downpour
Multi-coloured lights gleamed brightly contrasting the dark sky that blanketed the city. The sound of
car honks and screeching tires filled the air. The moon was suspended like a cream disc in the clear sky.

The wind picked up speed and the railings got colder. The shimmery silver veil that was draped over
the city started to fade as gravel-grey and onyx clouds covered the moon. Chaos ensued as the sky
sprayed down water. Thunder pealed across the place and petrified screams could be heard. Bolts of
lightning lacerated the cloudy sky illuminating the metropolis in their wake. The gale howled and rain
bucketed down while the people below rushed to take shelter.

The torrential rain poured fiercely while the street below was far from empty. The trees swayed due to
the vicious wind and thunder zigzagged through from time to time. Windows rattled and the railings
trembled. Incessant honks of cars and urgent murmurs resonated in the air. Doors slammed shut and
dogs howled.

After what seemed like forever, the rain had ceased. Water splashed as cars zoomed over puddles.
People waddled along the street with their umbrellas. Everybody had gone back to doing their usual
activities and the city was once again carpeted in serene darkness.
Name: Shamaila Binte Ishtiaque
Class:IX
Baking a Cake Section: Venus

One restless afternoon, I wondered what to do and had an idea to bake a cake. I eagerly scrolled
through YouTube to look for some recipes and decided to make a chocolate mud cake. Gathering
some eggs, flour, sugar, cocoa powder and other ingredients I set to work.

First, I cracked an egg and as always there was a shell in the bowl, so I fished it out. As I cracked
another egg it slipped out of my hand and was relaxing on the ground with its bright yellow yolk. And
that’s how I counted my first mistake. I cleaned the mess and whisked the eggs while adding sugar.
While whisking, some of the batter splattered over the kitchen counter.

After a while, I was finally done with my batter of the cake. I transferred it into a nice, beautiful,
square-shaped dish. A sudden, dreadful shock of current zipped through me as I was placing the dish
into the oven.

Sometime later, the ping of the oven told me the cake was ready to be taken out. I pulled it out of the
oven and decorated it with colourful whipped cream and sprinkles of different colours. My cake was a
chocolate mud cake, and it turned out to be finger lickin’ good.
Name: Tasbeeh Waziha
Class: IV
Section: Venus

People Who Deserve Help
Look at those eyes,
Desperate to survive.
Look at those arms,
No muscle left for charms.
They work for farms.
A penny for an hour,
No food for them to devour.
As they sleep in the cold night,
They wish for a shining knight.
They pray,
but people see them as stray.
They’re flawless to be harmed,
And easy to be blamed.
May Allah protect them,
Like a precious gem.
Name: Sharaf Newaz
Class: VI
Section: Neptune
Good or Bad
It’s not about what you have,
But about how you use it.
Nothing is good or bad,
Unless you choose to make it so.
Before you blame a trait,
Think about what you can do
To turn things around
And make it work for you.
Name: Shayf Bin Faisal
Class: V
Section: Jupiter
Schooling
I miss those days of school!
When hours of bickering were not a single chat
When there was the howling of laughter
when we ran like cats after rats
When we used to wear uniforms not pyjamas
Or when classes were held in a room and not zoom.
Now, no more chits pass through the room
Nor any whispers which turn into a debate soon.
When we used to laugh with friends not
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Or when pencil was broken not promises
Where friendship was cherished not popularity
When pen fights were trending not Among Us.
When memories were recorded not were snaps
When assemblies had its last-minute nail check
I miss those days and now want them back!
Name: Talbia Amreen
Class: IX
Section: Venus
Lost
The still steaming tea
Forms fog in her glasses.
Her mind is lost in
The book full of
Mystery and losses.
Her mind is dead in the world
And alive in the book.
All you can see is her body indulged in the book.
She catches her breath as the climax gets closer.
She’s lost from the world
As her attention grows deeper.
Name: Tarannum Naila
Class: VIII
Section: Venus
Mankind Who - You for Such
Mankind who strikes pain in another’s heart,
You for such give affection!
Mankind who makes another homeless,
You for such give shelter!
Mankind who exiles and abandons another,
You for such throw a rope!
Mankind who leads another astray,
You for such present the path!
Mankind who causes another to weep,
You for such give laughter!
Mankind who renders another tuneless,
You for such give compassion!
Mankind who hurts another causing despair,
You for such make happiness!
Mankind who silences another,
You for such give voice!
Mankind who never gives hope,
You for such give hope!
Name: Mohammad Tahsin
Class: VII
Section: Jupiter
The Lion
The animal's name is lion
It keeps other animals in danger.
It eats bulls and deer and zebras
For its tasty dinner.
It has a big mane and a long tail
It scratches other animals with its curvy nail.
Name: Muqtadeer Billah
Class: III
Section: Jupiter
Seven
If I met my seven-year-old self,
What would I tell her? What would I have said?
Would I tell her about the future?
The hardships yet to come?
Or would I just let her be naïve,
To keep having fun?
Because my seven-year-old self
Believed the world to be a perfect place.
If I met my seven-year-old self,
Would she have looked into my face?
Even though I have learnt so much,
And seven years have passed since then,
I would have given up everything I have
To view life through her eyes again.
Name: Naila Nawar
Class: VIII
Section: Venus
Your Best
If you always try your best,
Then you’ll never have to wonder
About what you could have done,
If you’d summoned all your thunder.
And if your best
Was not as good
As you hoped it would be,
You still could say,
“I gave today
All that I had in me.’’
Name: Nayem Uddin
Class: V
Section: Jupiter
 The Sky
Sky, sky
Longer than the oceans
Higher than the mountains.

We can see the sky

But cannot touch it.

Sometimes, it is dark as black

Sometimes, it is bright as light
Sometimes, cloudy as fog.

In evenings, the sky gets stippled in orange clouds,

At night, the moon gives a little light and makes the
sky a little bright.
The sky changes to make days and night.

Name: Tasfia Gani

Class: IV
Section: Neptune