Moments of Wonder and Ponder

A mini-saga is a narrative of exactly 50 words.The objective of a mini-saga is the create sympathy and a sense of amusement. The best mini-sagas have rhythm too, a satisfactory sound and a shape to the sentences. If one can't get to 50, compress words by dashes and turn them in to a compound adjective. Mini-saga #1. "Your're a hard nut!' "Your're a hard nut!" she said as she hit me the third time! she's definitely doing a crime! I feel my water pour through, I'm hit by a wicked shrew! Scrapped - my shell is thrown in a garbage-crowd, pretty sure I'm never to be found. I'm such an unlucky coconut! Mini saga #2. ' 'Grow baby,grow!'' I'm placed in the dusty ground, covered with a huge soil mount. Water is gingerly poured on me. I'll grow up to be a big tree! I hear a soft voice talk to me, saying : ''Grow baby!''. I'll become someone she will always want to show, a beautiful tree that will grow!

 !سلام سلام Assalamualaikum everyone! It's Khadijah here. So far we haven't crafted in 9 months, due to relocating - but now we are returning to normal and so today I'll be showing some crafts we made very recently. Let's see...                                                                      # 1 . We made two adorable sock plushies. The ribbons were from our broken clips, we saved them knowing that they'll come in handy! #2. Well, this one is a two-page scrapbook. It contains beautiful dried leaves from my favourite plants  and some interesting stamps from my father's stamp collection. The dried flowers above are from my holy basil plant. This leaf is from my rubber plant. #3.                                    ...

 Assalamualykum everyone, Khadijah here. Remember the post on a  Cautionary Tale?  If not, check it out!  Alhammdulilah, here is a cautionary tale that I composed :                                                   DISOBEDIENCE TO PARENTS BRINGS                                                                      - DESTRUCTION- There was a girl whose name was Jude, She was known to be extremely rude. She wouldn't ever listen to her Mum, Instead she would call her dumb! Even when Dad would advise her, It wouldn't Matter- Because Jude would never listen to anyone. No matter how hard her Parents would try, Jude would never give a single reply, Except she would make horrible c...

سلام سلام It's Hanah here, I 'm supposed to write my own poem with the title 'It was long ago', which describes an early memory very simply, using the same format and devises as in the real poem It was long ago by Eleanor Farjeon.                                                               It was long ago                                                                                    By Hanah Dilshad                 A mother, (now old) is relating her memories of her daughter when she was small) A memory that flashed into my mind, shall I relate to you? Something that wouldn't m...

Grief at heart, shouldn't be that way, For it will lead you to the past days. Make a change, Cover your sadness with a happiness bandage! Find your way out, Let happiness sprout! Look for the future, and hope for happiness to take over you. You'll then see how it'll pass you through! - Khadijah Dilshad

  A story that explains a proverb is a kind of fable, which means a story with a moral, or lesson to be learned.                     There is no place like home                      One is most comfortable in one's own surroundings . Koco is from Australia, she had to relocate due to the Australian bush fires; here's her short story on how she found home back again.                                         Every one didn't like  Koco , nobody liked to befriend her, or talk to her, she just wasn't the right animal to be with. Koco was a strange creature, the only one in this whole reserve - nobody had ever seen a creature like her, and so they considered her extremely unusual. Koco was new to this habitat, she had left her habitat due to fires and so she found this ne...

  !هلا معكم هناء It's Hanah here. Well.....I didn't write on this blog for quite a time.... anyway today I'll be sharing with you a poem I composed as a project for school. Basically, I've gotta write a 'rhythmic poem', It has to be something that has a strong and distinctive sound or movement. I chose to write about a horse and here's my poem : THE RACE The dusty streets. Everybody's ready, Awaiting in an open field, Horses all lined up, focused through; A feeling of frisson creeping, am I steady? The starting barrier opens out Everybody's screaming! Am I focused In such a tumult? Tabdak...tabdak, trotting and plodding. Cantering, galloping, and advancing! Faster and faster, much challenging. Speeding,                                          and scudding.....phew! Prancing and hurrying...                 Hurtling straight throu...