LOVING MIND IS BETTER THAN SELFISHNESS

                                         MURSHIDA VIII-I (2011-12)

Once there lived a king named Sakkariya. He was very selfish and he didn’t love the poor people or help them. There was a poor old man living near the king sakariyya’s palace. The king didn’t like this old man because he was poor and honest. The king scolded poor people having no reason.

 Once the king asked the old man: “Yeh….old man, Can you give me your land?”

 “No”: old man replied.

“You are not obeying my order!  How dare you say this?”

The king ordered his soldiers to put the old man in prison. They did what they were ordered to do.

The old man told the king: “There is a precious thing in the pond near my house. After drying the water I’ll get the thing. That is why I told you that I would not give you my land.”

“I want that precious thing.” The king rushed to that place with the old man and jumped to the pond. Only after he had jumped, he thought that he didn’t know to swim. All the people accompanied him from his palace stood around the pond.

“Save….save….me….help…help..” dipping in the water he called out.

No one standing around the pond was ready to jump in to the pond. But the poor old man jumped in to the pond and saved the king. The king realized that love and kindness is greater than selfishness.

Because she is a girl

                                                      HANAN. P.T    IX. A   
  She was a good girl. She had a lot of friends. They always loved her and she too. But she couldn't sustain her friendship. She was a good student. She was the topper of her school. The teachers liked her very much and she respected them. But she didn't get the higher education. She was a good singer. But she had only one listener, her mind. The world did not hear her music. She was a good writer too. But the world didn't read her words. She loved Nature and wished to protect it. But she could do nothing for it. She couldn't do whatever she wished to do. Because the world didn't agree with her. The world always said: "No, she is a girl".

The Prey Of The Blind Cruelty

                NESMIYA. P.T (9th J)

A sweet zephyr which entered
Through the open window
Of the train embraced me...
In the cypher of solitude,
The sights of Nature infected
Me a special feeling...
As I immersed in the lovable scenes,
A handicapped stranger
Got in to the train and
Walked towards me...


No, it is not at me
Aimed at the lady who is
Sitting near me..
He is gazing at her...


I squalled when I saw
That tremulous scene...
No, It was just an illusion;
No one had entered the train...


I thought about my friend;
I had lost her in a
Train journey like this...
At the end of the cruel and
Blind deeds of a man
She surrendered to the death.


If she is alive now
She also will be with me
To fight against the
Dirtiest group in this society...


But,
She is remaining only as
A great lapse to the 
Coming generation...

STILL WAITING FOR HER

        FATHIMA SHAD. P.K (9th J) 
Oopz...
Once more a little smile fell upon me;
When I saw she hid in the depth of my heart.
But my eagerness made me blind,
Deaf and mad.
Was she just a creature of God
Or an angel..?!
Oh.. this led me to a dream-world,
Full of dreams....full of feelings...
T^his wrapped me in delight.
When she came closer to me
As a free bird,
I didn't know that
She'd be my evergreen friend.
Her love was so suffocating...
Till now I can't find who she is..
Actually what's happening to me..
I stood helpless.
Isolation in her absence
Made me a broken winged bird..
I am flying like a bird
To find her...
Still No idea...
Confused...
Oh God, Help me....!

FRIENDSHIP

      FATHIMA JESLIN. P.K (9th J)

Friendship begins with a
Shake-hand;
The blooming of a flower,
With all its beauty.
The delicacy of a rainbow
All the dazzling colours,
Friendship.. oh!  great...
The life can bring with it
All the joy and happiness.

Where is God?

        SHANA JABBAR. M (9.J 2010-11)


Where is God?
God is all.
God is everywhere.
Even in a thread
God is everywhere.
In a blooming flower,
In the scattering clouds,
In a helping mind,
God is everywhere
In a lovely world. 

Mystery

                FATHIMA SHAD. P.K   (9th J 2010-11)
The olden days...
Peeping through the memories,
With the lovely flowers
And with sweet smiles..
Oh..where have they gone?!

Now...
The charming faces were hidden
And colourless dream
Suffocating sounds...
Hey... what happened to me?

Unclear faces,
Chaotic ways
Made me alone...
And I was travelling to the world of fancy.
Where am I going?
Who is leading me?

Full of sounds..
But, little can I hear.
So many faces.. 
No one is clear.
A lot of ways
Led me to no where?

A mysterious sound...
Once more I am confused
And really worried.
That voice  asks me "where are you going?"
Now asking myself "where am I going?"

Is Education A Sin...?

                     Nesmiya. P.T (9th J. 2010-11)
In my rural village where
The school education never reached
Even to the gate-house...,
My wish to acquire knowledge
Through education was
Given up as a sin....
But,
My parents bowed their head
In front of my brother
He became a city-man...
As I grew, my dream also grew.
I waited a long to
Fulfill  my dream
But the 'justice' of my village
Never supported me...


Still I am waiting for the
Fulfillment of my dream...

Friendship

JUNAINA. K and SHUHAIBA. K 10th D


I can't believe that
But You can...
Because our ship is just floating.
When we use our logic and power
Friendship is the great ship.
Then thanks to my dear friends
So I can return to the life
And my friends are great..
Sometimes I feel that
My ship is overloaded..
But I live for
a high position in the society.
I can... I am able...
With my strong confidence
And with my strong friendhip
To sail the ship up to the end of life.

Friendship

I can't believe thatt

Sun and Raindrop

FARDHANA. M
Once I met a raindrop
She was clinging on the blades of the grass
Then came the sun on the top
With burning eyes and hot
And frightened my little raindrop
She thought he would kill her




She was afraid of the sun
Loneliness is her friend...
because...,
She lost her parents;
The sun had killed them cruely.




I felt pity on her
And took her in my hands,
Kissed her with love...
She became shame so that
She tried to leave from my hand




Thinking that she did not like it
I stopped kissing her..
But...,
I kept her on a leaf-tip




On a rainy day, I thought that
It is the time for her to go.
With despair, I let her go.
She was not willing to part me
But...,
She has to go
"Back to the Nature"
Otherwise
She will die....

Sun and Raindrop

Once I met a raindrop
She was clinging on