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Dear friends, How are you all? Must be enjoying the cricket world cup and looking forward for the finale. Meanwhile don’t forget to read this week’s issue. If you want to improve your communication skills, then do read our cover story sec-tion. Then we have amazing activities and stuff for you to relish your weekend.Take care,edi

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Dear edi,I study in class 5.I am a student of Divisional Public School. I have created a blog. Here is the address http://uzafirshah.wordpress.com. This is to help the students in their studies. There are past papers and proverbs on it. Please publish

the introduction in your magazine. Thanking you in anticipation.Best regards,Uzafir Shah

Dear edi,For this week I want

to share this concern with my fellows:Talking is a girl’s favourite hob-by. But have we ever wondered what petty things we talk about on a daily basis. The answers to this are is many. How many times have we not gossiped or chattered about something idle. And how many of us have not passed a comment about a completely unrelated third person. When we gossip it is bound

to bring errors. Or perhaps unintentionally we bring vari-ations to things which cause rumours to spread and havoc to break. So it is better to re-frain from talking about oth-ers behind their back because this habit gives rise to back-biting and suspicion. And then it becomes so common that while talking to friends and family we don’t even real-ise that we are doing it. Back-biting means criticis-ing someone behind their back or discussing things about them that they would not want others to know even if true. So in order to preserve human dignity and respect we should not en-gage in such a frivolous act.Best wishes, Sara Ambreen

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Words of wisdom

Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one. ~Mal-

colm S. Forbes

Malcolm Stevenson Forbes was publisher of Forbes magazine, founded by

his father B. C. Forbes and today run by his son Steve Forbes. His interest in

publications developed early as he wrote and printed a household newspaper

when he was eight years old. At the age of thirteen he obtained his first print-

ing press and by the age of fifteen he had published papers for his household,

the scouts, and school. He attended the private schools in Tarrytown, New

York, and graduated with honours from Lawrenceville School, in New Jersey,

in 1937. He continued his education at Princeton University, where he ma-

jored in political science.

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STAND UP DONT GIVE UP!By Hiba NehalStand up warrior, don’t give up,The battle fi eld called lifeIs waiting for you to re-turn.Despite your bruises and woundsYou must continue to fi ght on.Despite your broken soul,Nobody can hold you Just keep your feet on the ground and stand alone,GOD watching over you,His love unfolds.Shield yourself with faith, hope & love;Even if you fall many times, don’t give up.With your determination to move forward,You may soon realizeTrials are a blessing in disguise.In this world, the battle-fi eld called life,To be a warrior is not an easy task.In the face of combatThe best guides are faith, hope & love.Stand up warrior, don’t give up!Expect more trials to come, arise!Don’t lose your attention,

be on the right track.Don’t let yourself depart from the path you’re taking,No holding back.Stand up warrior, don’t give up!

PainBy Sumaiya SyedThere’s bloodshed, there’s pain, There’re cries of fear;The panic, the chaos,The shrieks can you not hear?Gunshots and fi ring,It’s not something unusual;Seeing happy faces turn into dead bodies,Has become a daily ritualThe helpless children are cry-ing,The women screaming;They don’t have any clothes on,And we don’t know that,It’s our family out there that’s freezing.We are perfectly content,Watching a DVD with some popcorns;We can never even imagine,That our dresses can ever be torn.What if the same fateBefalls us;We’re helpless after a sudden earthquake,

Or injured due to a bomb blast.May Allah save our Paki-stan,And give us the honour;To serve our Muslim fel-lows,Who are our brothers.

MY beloved mother By Ayesha J SyedWish I could have stopped the storm That had come to take you mom Wish I could be wrapped in your arms Your lovely hands would make me calm You never knew I lived for you Now you are gone some-where new I know your love was more than mine You brought me to the world of sign With all the grievances I stayed upright In my dreams you ablaze my sight O lovely mother o charm-ing queen I want you be back to the seen


Cover Story

Cultivating solid communi-cation skills comes very easi-ly to some people. There are those that seem to have an in-nate ability to effectively ar-ticulate their thoughts while also being proficient at lis-tening and comprehending information offered by other people. However, most of us could use help with honing our ability to communicate.

If you want to find some sim-ple ways to enhance your in-terpersonal communication skills, here are a few steps you can take.The first step in developing or improving communica-tion skills requires that you rethink your perception of what communication is all about. Many people focus on verbalization as the most

important aspect of the process of communicating. While verbalization is very important to the process, it is not the only essential skill necessary to effectively communicate. There is also the need to hone listening skills and the ability to uti-lize visual information in processing and responding to information.

Speak well! Cover Story


Listening is much more than hearing words as they are spoken. The talent of listen-ing requires that the listener focus his or her attention solely on the person speak-ing. It is important to not only hear the words, but also to the tone, inflection, pace, and emotion that accompa-nies those words. Doing so allows the listener to gain a greater understanding of the information the speaker is attempting to convey. Most of all, effective listen-ing requires resisting the urge to begin formulating a response while the speaker is still sharing information. Far too many people jump to conclusions about what the speaker is sharing and thus misses key audio cues that are very important. Developing a habit of allow people to complete their re-marks before beginning to decide how to respond not only is essential to develop-ing competent communica-tion skills; it is also very im-portant in conveying to the speaker that you genuinely are interested in what he or she has to say. Visual cues are also an im-portant tool when it comes to developing or refining communication skills. Being aware of facial expressions

and body language will help to infuse more meaning into the verbal presentation and often provide important clues as to why the speaker presents a particular thought in a specific way. Look the in-dividual in the eye while he or she is speaking, and also make sure to continue to

look directly at the person

while you are speaking in

return.

Visual cues are also an im-

portant tool when it comes

to developing or refining

communication skills. Be-

ing aware of facial expres-

sions and body language

will help to infuse more

meaning into the verbal

presentation and often pro-

vide important clues as to

why the speaker presents a

particular thought in a spe-cific way. Look the individual in the eye while he or she is speaking, and also make sure to continue to look directly at the person while you are speaking in return.The second tool to cultivate is known as the clarifying question. Clarifying ques-tions make it possible to re-visit any information you are not sure you assimilated cor-rectly. Unlike the perception check where you are simply

putting the speaker’s words into your own verbiage, clar-ifying questions make it pos-sible to revisit specific por-tions of the information and obtain data that may have been implied by the speaker, but was not readily apparent to you.Communication skills work both ways. That means there is the necessity of doing all you can to effectively convey your thoughts and ideas to others in a clear and precise manner. In order to accom-plish this, it is important to enunciate clearly, speak in an even and well-paced tones, use body language to help reinforce your ver-bal presentation, and make frequent eye contact as you speak. One thing to remember is that effective communica-tion skills and techniques improve the more you use them. For this reason, it is a good idea to not see com-munication skills as tools you only use in the work-place or some other iso-lated area of your life. Take the chance to use your skills during any interaction with other people. You will soon notice that the effort be-comes increasingly easier and that you obtain more

satisfaction from your en-

counters with everyone.

Perfume of lifeThe adventures of Blackjack the dog

Mom and I were hidden in the trees. Mina and Mehdi’s Mom, that is, but you guys know I call her Mom too. The twins weren’t there, so I knew we were up to something dangerous. I didn’t really know what, though. But when Mom asked me to go with her to the forest that night, of course I went. There was little moonlight among the trees, but what there was glinted off Mom’s camcord-er. She was a cetacean biologist,

but she was also a journalist, so I thought she might be inves-tigating something. I was very happy to help her, and I was glad she’d brought me along so I could protect her.The forest was very quiet. Mom was absolutely still, and I tried not to make a noise.Suddenly I heard something. It sounded like a very long, drawn out wail, very, very far off. My ears stood up. I looked around.“Can you hear something, Blackjack?” Mom whispered. I

wished I could tell her.The wail came again, and this time I could make out what it was saying. “HEEEEEEELP!!!”I growled and started to run, but Mom grabbed my collar and didn’t let me.“Wait!” she whispered.Now I could hear other sounds as well. It sounded as if some-one was running in front, and someone else was chasing him. I whined. I wanted to go to the rescue, but Mom wouldn’t let me.


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Suddenly, it was as if the rush-es and bushes burst apart and some – thing – came through. There was a small clearing in front of us, and into it ran a deer. He wailed and wailed, and behind him came – gasp! – a whole hoard of humans, run-ning after him with – guns! – and a net.I couldn’t take it any more. With a loud snarl I set myself on the humans.I don’t think they knew quite what hit them. It was dark and

they were bent upon catching the deer, and when I started biting their ankles and growl-ing and barking and biting again, they started screaming. I heard Mom call out “Blackjack! Blackjack!” but I was too busy crunching up a poacher’s leg to answer.Then they started shooting.“BLACKJACK!!!”When the guns went off my thoughts turned to Mom. I had to protect her! I pulled my teeth out of the poacher’s terrible tasting dirty leg, and ran to her, barking. Mom and I took off running through the woods. We ran and ran, but the poach-ers didn’t follow us. They had enough to think about. I think I got all of them. I had bitten them pretty hard, and one of them, I assume the one whose leg I’d chewed up, was still screaming and we could hear him a mile away. I snarled with grim satisfaction.We ran and ran. Mom was ex-hausted now, and we finally stopped and dropped down on the mossy forest floor.We gasped and gasped, trying to get our breath back. When things got a little quieter, we both heard a strange sound coming from behind a bush. Like somebody crying softly.I got up and slowly nosed around the bush. Somebody shrank back.It was the deer!“It’s okay,” I said. “Don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you.”The deer poked his nose out of the bush. “You’re the guy who saved me,” he said. “Thank you, oh, thank you so much!”I cleared my throat in embar-rassment. “Oh,” I said, “Don’t mention it…”Suddenly he saw Mom and gave a cry.“Oh, don’t be scared,” I said

hastily. “That’s Mom, and she’s one of the good ones. She made a movie of the poachers, and now she has the proof to get them into jail. Er… why were they chasing you?” I knew they were doing the wrong thing, but I didn’t know why.The deer seemed very sad. “I have a musk gland,” he said. “They catch me, kill us and use the musk to make perfume.”I was totally horrified. I stood looking at him dumbly.Then he seemed to cheer up. “But you saved me, and those awful people will go to jail. That makes me very happy! My name is Mush, by the way.”“Blackjack,” I said.“Well, Blackjack,” said Mush. “I should be going now. My home’s not far from here. Thanks again!”We watched Mush disappear into the forest, then got up and

started walking to the car.


Musk deer facts

• Musk deer live high up in mountains;• They are usually nocturnal – they sleep in the daytime and are active at night;• Their hind legs are longer than their front ones, so that they can jump easily;• They eat grass, leaves, mosses and shoots.

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STORYTIMEIt was a dark snowy night. The bright moon illuminated the cobwebs makingthem shimmer. It was quiet, in fact, it was eerie. I could bear it nolonger. I had to do something. As quick as a flash I had jumped out of bed.Put my slippers, dressing gown, socks and a teddy bear in a bag

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My Adventure

along withmy pyjamas and then I got changed. I put the bag on my back and creptquietly down-stairs. I picked a bar of Galaxy chocolate, crunchy apple andsome dried fruit.At last I began my adven-ture. I opened the back door and stepped out intothe cold night air. By the time I had started walking it was snowing. Itasted the gentle but cold

s n o w f l a k e s landing softly on

my lips and nose.The trees were silhou-etted spookily across the ground. I walked out of thegarden and shut the gate behind me with a small click. It was just abeautiful sight. The snow was all over the village. It

was fun walk-ing allalone. The snow made wonderful crunching noise when stepped on

it. But justthen the snowy trees made a different noise a sort of “swish swish”. Theicicles made it very pecu-liar. I said it loud to myself. “I wonder what is

By Iman Ahmed


happening to me.” As if in reply, all the icicles flew around me and formedwings and it was just then most wonderful feeling soaring through the air attop speed. I was so busy fly-ing that I didn’t notice that the snowylandscape was changing. The buildings were getting whiter, in facteverything was getting whiter. It was a cold win-tery wonderland!!!My wings murmured “It is the land of snow.”“Whoa” I said. It was awe-some. The houses looked sooo sweet and they weredecorated with tiny

seeminglyimpossible to fly with Frost holding onto my waist. It was bitterly cold andI was extremely tired. I could barely see. Frost’s weight was holding medown. I had to go on. But just then, a miracle hap-pened; Frost sproutedwings too! “Frost, fly!” I shouted. We both flew through the misty sky. Ibegan to wish that I could land. We flew, and flew. Frost and I held eachother’s hands. Frost said to me “Here take this, it’s a gift from me” Iopened the little box and inside was the most beau-tiful little glasssnowflake model ever!

“Thank you soooo much Frost,

and carefully I put it in my bag.Suddenly I heard a pow-erful applause of thunder echoing around me and aknife of lightning seemed to slice the sky in half. My wings disappeared andI started falling. Falling at a tremendous rate....THUD!!!I woke up in my bed “It was a dream” I told myself firmly. But then Irealised something. In my hand , I still had the glass snowflake. It musthave been real.....

“Hi!” I said.“What’s your name?” said the snow person. “My name is Summer” I said.“What is your name” I asked the snow person.“My name is Frost” she re-plied.“Do you want to come and play outside?” I asked.“Oh yes please” replied Frost eagerly.So out we went!!! “Here is the Ice Lolly tree”.“The Ice Lolly tree?”“Yes” said Frost “it gives you any flavoured ice lol-lies you want. When wehad finished our ice lollies we had a snow ball fight! “Catch me if you can”Frost chanted. After that

Frost and I went to her house.

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pieces of ice carved into jewel like shapes.

“So, dopeople lived in these houses?”“Of course!” mut-tered my wings. “What kinds of people?” I asked.“Snowmen” whis-

pered the fluttering wings on my back. At

last I landed: witha bit of a bump too. I picked myself up and began walk-ing steadily towardsone of the houses and picked up the carved ice door-knocker and gentlyknocked on the cold, hard door. Slowly the door opened and a snowy per-soncame out. “Hello” said the snow person dreamily.

I n s i d e it wasadorable and I en-joyed every minute of it. That night I slept on Frost’sbed. Then we went outside to build snow castle. It was such fun!Soon it got dark and I grew tired. But tonight was dif-ferent. I went to bedbut I couldn’t get comforta-ble. There was a noise that brought fear to myheart; A drumming noise that came from the ceil-ing...I woke Frost and we both grabbed our bags and tip-toed out of the house.Frost grabbed hold of my waist. I started to fly. It was


Red and pink hearts are very attractive to see, but you know strawberry is one of the original red heart shape fruit in world. This sweet and sour fruit has its unique taste. Children get sprightly about strawberry. In spring there comes variety of fruits, and strawberry is one of the popular fruits of colourful spring. Strawberry has very re-freshing sight; this heart shape fruit has its own specific popu-larity. It has very popular red col-our, the king of colours. Straw-berry has seeds on his juicy and fleshy body. When you blend strawberry with cream, there comes the ice-cream of pink

colour, and then clock numbers will turns into strawberries for kids. Strawberries tattos also look very beautiful children love to draw on skin. The fields of strawberry fruits are also very attractive, imagine how the combination of green plant and red fruit bloom, definitely it looks so beautiful. Some peo-ple think that strawberry fruit has tree but it grows on plant. Strawberry plant can also grow in pot that is awesome, having beautiful plant in your back-yard. Strawberry jam is also very popular in kids and there

is no comparison of McDonalds strawberry shake, yummy and healthy to drink. Strawberries and chocolates are best combi-nation in deserts. Best way to eat strawberry by dipping it in chocolate syrup, it definitely brings water in your mouth. Strawberry cakes are also not easy to ignore. Strawberry stuff toys nab kids’ eyes, having them in your room; will take you on untold fantasy. There are also strawberry key chains and uten-sils in market, which people buy sprightly. Due its popular-ity strawberry use in many eat-ables. Strawberry is source of vitamin A, B and C and it has an enzyme which whitens teeth. So get your stakes on and en-joy this summer nutritious and yummy strawberry.

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