Moments of Wonder and Ponder

A mini-saga is a narrative of exactly 50 words.The objective or aim of a mini-saga is the create sympathy and a sense of amusement. The very best mini-sagas have rhythm too,a satisfactory sound and a shape to the sentences. If 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 wanna show, a beautiful tree that will grow!

سلام سلام Ooooooooookaaay..... I haven't blogged for a while coz I don't have anything to write, nothing other than STUDIES (which is pretty boring, isn't it?) So, recently I've been researching and browzing through many videos/ websites and trying to find the BEST revision timetable that will work best for ME, although there are LOADS, and loads of techniques to revise all over the net they seem kinda overwhelming and hard to choose which one's 'THE' best. Youtubers always put such a 'catching' thumbnail and title to their videos that makes you want to click on it, however after clicking you realize that sometimes they just exaggerate way too much!   I......well watched a lot of videos on Youtube and gained many beneficial tips, but TODAY I'm gonna show you the BEST revision timetable that will work for you, now, when I say this I mean it 'might work for you or might not if you find another better revision time table than go for it, nevermin

 !سلام سلام Assalamualaikum everyone! It's Khadijah here. So far we haven't crafted in 9 months, due to relocating - but now we are getting back to normal and so today I'll be showing some crafts that we made very recently. Before we begin, I'd like to say sorry for the low quality images,I'm the worst at photographs (and...our phone is the worst camera too) 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 - paged scrapbook. It contains a lot of dried leaves from my best plants  and some interesting stamps from my dad's stamp collection when he was very very young! Those are from my holy basil plant. This leave is from my rubber plant. #3.                                                   Firstly sorry for the pictures at different angles and positions,but anyway -

السلام عليكم Some urban legends are definitely blood-curdling, but they are much better when they are based on reality, right?  I'm totally not a fan of creepy stories - but today I've gotta write three of them, being about half a page long and with a very sus ending and of course having creepy content, but not gruesome. I decided to write it based on a real-life story that truly happened. Fourteen-year-old Sofie was all alone by herself at home, even her twin neighbor not being there-when to her fright a terrifying man who was apparently a beggar had managed to open the gate, and came just right up to the door and banged it several times. As a norm to the family, when an unknown beggar would come and annoy them they would say 'there is no one in the house.' whilst at this time Sofie was in a case like this - she said the same not realizing that the man went to the room window from outside and opened the curtain, with the most horrifying face he repeated her statement &

 Remember the post on a  Cautionary Tale?  If not,check it out!  It was made by my sister for her school project on grade 7 English. Now I've got to the same lesson,and here's my cautionary tale.                                                   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 consider 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 cries, So her parents would allow her to do whatever she wants to do, not Having even one clue! So one fine day,when no one was home, when Jude was just Alone, She decided to do something that she was always warned about, something that caused her to Doubt. For she was

  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 in the real poem It was long ago by Eleanor Farjeon.                               It was long ago                   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 make a difference to you, but does for me. It was long ago. The tiny house and river, and the beautiful lavender field. I do remember, The huge guard dog and a dull lamp post, do you see? It wouldn't matter to you, but it does for me. The little baby in my hands, showing her everything around. I do remember Oh, so little and sweet she was, and very pretty! A memory that's important to me. The quacks of ducklings, that would make you laugh! And I remember... You were everything to us, my honey. Yes, a memory a lon

OK, this pic is merely exaggeration!                                Dear Simon, I have an awkward situation that made me feel I'm stupid. It all started because of two electrical outlets, we had two electrical outlets in our bedroom and one had an electrical defect.     My sis loved to keep our room organized and clean and so did I, but she hated 'wires' running all over our room and we both preferred to use 'wireless'  peripheral devices instead of them. We had two computer tables in our bedroom with a nest of cables surrounding it, and most often it used to get caught to hair and little bits of dirt which made us feel so awful and gross (who likes that?) ! So... one day our dad was helping us lay the wires 'neatly' around our room and he kept repeating he would try to keep it as neat as possible in order to make my sis pleased with the bedroom! We had to use the wall socket with the electrical issue because of 'neatness sake', the other wall plug w

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 new one  not at all engaging and fun, there weren't enough trees, the weather was just too cold and sometimes too humid, and the animals surrounding her were very different. Koco couldn't find her favorite pla

  !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 through Whooooooooooooooosh, shhhhhhhhhhhhhh... The sounds of applause filling the air! Clapping, cheering, and whistling, Did I

! سلام سلام It's Khadijah here. Do you have any penfriends, I 'surely' do!  Firstly, who heard it-  Home sweet home!  Okay,  I'm back with  another school project about a detailed factual description of all where I live, my home, I am supposed to tell everything I like and dislike about my house in order to make the letter informally describing my feelings. But this time I'm writing to someone special- a fake penfriend.  You might be guessing it, oh yes, it means I  do not really have any penfriends,  but don't worry it's not going to sound like I'm writing to a bot or something, I'll be putting my cousin's name in front to be my penfriend which means... not really a 'fake' penfriend I guess?! Alrighty then, let's see how it goes... Dear Aasiya... How are you and everyone on your side? I hope you all are doing well! Firstly, I've got to apologize for not writing to you for a long time, as you know that we have relocated from Oman