young nation magazine 28 may 2011

Dear friends,How are you all? Study hard, sleep well and eat good. Re-member we are one of the blessed ones and we must be thankful for it. Moreover to know how to deal with the negative thinking that comes into our minds read our advice section and don’t forget to send us your feedback.Take care,edi

Hey kids, kindly send us letters, stories, poems and events detail on the following

address: [email protected] Or

Editor Young Nation4- Shaarey Fatima Jinnah, Lahore.

Designed by Sohail Abbas

Stress Storytime

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Dear edi,

I hope you are fine and en-

joying good health. I like

your magazine very much.

Please publish the poster

of Beyblade Metal Fusion.

Please also publish the jokes

and the story I have sent

you. Your magazine is best.

You and your team are doing

a great job. May God bless

you.

Your Biggest Fan

Owais Bin Asad

District Public School

Hey edi,

I hope you are fine by the

grace of ALLAH. I am an old

reader of Young Nation. I

have noticed that the quality

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and size of your

magazine is go-

ing down day by

day. You have cut

out the sections

of tongue twist-

er, quotes, laugh

aloud and informa-

tion about websites. I have

written you letters a lot of

times but you don’t publish

them. Please publish my let-

ter. I am sending you a draw-

ing along with the letter.

Yours sincerely,

Ayesha Hanif

Karachi

Hi edi,


grace of Allah. This is my

first letter to your magazine

and I hope you will publish

it. I like the poet’s corner

very much. I am amazed by

such amazing poetry. The

story time is awesome and

it increases my vocabulary

also. Your magazine is doing

a great job. Keep on doing

the good work.

Regards,

Sana Waqar,

Sacred Heart Convent

Lahore.

Dear edi,

How are you? I have been

reading your magazine for

over two years now. Your

magazine is good. I posted

you many mails but you did

not publish them. And please

publish the poster of Dragon

BallZ.

Your fans,

Mohammad Aseer and

Sheez

Hi edi,


grace of God. I like to read

your magazine. I want to

request you to start publish-

ing Toon-o-scope again. I am

sending you a drawing. Also

include my poem in the Art-

ist’s Corner.

Your sweetest reader,

Arwa Hussain

Unique High School

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My HandsBy Noor SubhanI like my hands They can touch and feelMy hands can punch or grip a ropeMy hands can clap and also slapThey can wrap a giftThey can write a message for a friendThey can push a doorI like my hands

In search of a friend.... By Sumeya Syed Are you there, my friend? If yes, then how can i find you?It’s been more than six-teen yearsThat I’ve been waiting for a friendship that’s truetrue in sense of loyalty a friend’s who’s with me through all my adversi-tiesa friend who asks me what’s wrongto consult me, not just out of curiosityI wish making a good friend was as simple as writing this poem seems to be

wish there was someonewith whom i could complete-ly, wholly, be me, me, MEA friend who’d bear my hy-perness My craziness he would sur-viveA friend who’s loyal to meEven after the moment I die

Home is always the bestBy Mahnoor NaseerEven you fell like nowhere to goWhen you feel like there is nothing to knowWhen you feel like to rest

When your life is a messBaby, home is the bestOh, darling home is the bestWhere I am waitingWhere everything is perfectWhere there are people to love youYou know it don’t youWhether you’re oldWhether you’re youngWhether you’re richWhether you’re none Home is where you’re life beginsWhen you have lost from a testWhen you feel you’re not

like the restYou fell like to go some-whereSomewhere where love never changesSomewhere there are al-ways people to help youPeople you love tooHome there for youOh, sweetie home there foreverEven if you get scoldedEven if you want to run away

Home gonna be there anywaySomewhere you can comeSomewhere you’re always welcomeSomewhere you grew upSomewhere you some-times get feed upBut baby,When you feel like to restWhen your life is a messAnd darling,When you have lost from a testWhen you feel you’re not like the restOh, sweetie,You know HOME IS THE BEST

Importance of Showing Gratitude


He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but re-joices for those which he has. ~EpictetusThough only a two-letter word but it can do wonders. Thank You- the word that means so much. A simple thank you can make some ones day. When you say “thank you” it reflects your inner self, your personal-ity and reflects the purity within you. When people do something for you, thank them for their services, you should be thankful to them that they considered you important enough to take out the time to help you. It is very important to appre-ciate people in your life. It not only makes them feel important and worthy but most importantly happy. If you went out of the way and helped someone just to be nice and the other person does not thank you, obviously you would feel like you wasted your time which is not a good feel-ing. So when any one helps you acknowledge their ef-forts so they do not feel the same way. Showing gratitude on a spiritual level is very im-portant as well. We should thank God for all the boun-ties that he has given us. We should be thankful to be alive, for our health, for the

loving parents and cuddly grand-parents He has be-stowed on us, for the food, for the home, clothes and in fact for everything. Sim-

ple things add up in your life when you stop and re-alize how much you really have to be thankful for.It is so important that you

are grateful for everything in your life. Many people focus on the one thing they want and then forget to be grateful for all the things

Importance of Showing Gratitude

By Rabia Siddiqi

Cover Story


they have. Unfortunately, we find people around us complaining on petty is-sues and whining about im-material things. Some kids are often seen complain-ing to wake up early in the morning and are sulky to go to school but they do not realize that some children like the poor kids living in slums, do not even have this opportunity. Instead they should feel blessed to

go to school and be thank-ful to God and their par-ents. We often see our parents that in their search for ex-cellence, they are blindly running after their goals. In this rut they forget to live their life to the fullest. They do not have time to appre-ciate the beauty of nature, the charm of relationships and just be thankful for everyday. So you should

stop at some point today and consider the blessings you’ve been given. Rec-ognize how much beauty there is around you and be appreciative for it. When others go out of their way to do something kind for you, tell them you are thankful and respect their gesture. We not necessar-ily need some one but we could give thank for life itself. A thanks for today. Becoming a better human being involves showing gratefulness.Silent gratitude is not much of gratitude. If some one has helped you or made your day better, you should vocally thank him. Saying thanks is not hard. But the words can lose meaning if they are just words. We should thanks as if mean it, with sincerity. We could thank our par-ents not only by words but by just giving them a hug. Often, we go too long with out showing our affection to our parents. We should neglect this priceless rela-tionship and just give our parents a surprised warm bear-hug- just as a token of gratitude. Compliment people wher-ever you go. Praise every single thing you see. Be a ray of sunshine to every-one you meet, and make their day better for having seen you. Say “Thank you” at every turn. Walk, talk, think, and breathe appre-ciation and gratitude. When you do this, your out-er life will change to reflect your inner state of being. You will be a happier per-son and what is more you will be the source of happi-ness of other lot of people too.


The afternoon was hot. I was lying on the back porch, watch-ing the birds in the garden flying here and there and the trees gently swaying in the cool breeze. I half dozed, opened an eye, sighed, dozed again.When I opened an eye again, Fez was sitting there watching me.Fez is the Rhesus monkey we rescued from that awful man who made him dance by yank-ing on the rope around his neck. He used to beat him up and half starve him, so that by the time Mom and Dad bought him and we brought him home, Fez was a scraggy, scrawny little thing, afraid of everything. He didn’t pay much attention to an-yone, he just lived mostly in the banana trees in the back garden.So I was surprised to see him sitting there near me.“Um, hi,” he said.I cocked one ear at him. “Hel-lo,” I said.He seemed shy. “Er… I haven’t…

The adventures of Blackjack the dog

By Zabreen Hasan


um… thanked you yet. For… er… saving me.”I looked at him. “So… um, thanks.”“You’re welcome,” I said. There was a silence. Fez turned around to go.“Hey,” I said. “You don’t have to go! I mean, why don’t you stick around for a while? We could… um, talk?”Fez turned back. At first we looked dumbly at each other, then we both smiled, and suddenly we felt as if we’d known each other for years.I talked to Fez, trying to draw him out, make him comfort-able. He’s been living in the banana trees ever since we’d brought him home, and not going into the house. He was scared of the family, I think, even though they’d helped res-cue him.And no wonder, I thought, when I heard how he’d been treated by humans before he

came here.Fez told me about his home, far away in the mountains, those lovely cool hills and trees and little mountain roads. He lived there with his family, his moth-er and father and little sister.One day they were all sitting on a low wall when an earthquake hit. His entire family was killed, and a terrible man who was walking by snatched him up and took him away. “I guess in a way he saved my life, but then he put this horrible bit of rope around my neck,” said Fez. “Then he started teaching me to dance.”Fez shuddered. “He had a stick, and he used to hit me to make me dance. I just didn’t understand at first what he wanted me to do, so of course I wouldn’t dance. I didn’t know how. So he hit me. Again, and again. And again.”Poor Fez was trembling now. I wanted to hug him with my tail, but I said to myself, not yet.“So when I wouldn’t dance, he

wouldn’t give me food. I would get so hungry, so hungry, and I had nothing to eat. He would sit there and eat whatever he want-ed, and I watched…”I had tears in my eyes. How cru-el!“Then he sold me to another man, and this one was really bad. He used to whip me.”I sighed. “Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” I said. “This family of humans is lovely. Say, it’s almost time for tea. Why don’t you come inside? The table will be laid with wonderful things to eat. We’ll have fun!”He looked at me doubtfully. “I know these people are kind, be-cause they rescued me and eve-rything, but do you think they’ll want me inside the house?”“Oh, Fez!” I said. “They’ve been wondering why you didn’t want to come in. They’ll love your company!”“Um… er… okay!”So we went inside to tea, with my tail around his shoulders.

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Stress is a common factor influencing our daily lives. The students of sec-ondary schools and colleges deal with high level of stress. To manage stress it is necessary to keep in mind the stress factors. Once stress factors are iden-tified, it can help in student academic performance to increase productivity. Students deal with homework, extra-curricular activities, family, relation-ship and peer group influence gath-ers the stress level. At certain times these factors are well negotiated but

it can create problems which can re-sult into low academic performances. A proper way to deal with these prob-lems is to confide in somebody with whom you can discuss your problems openly and can act upon it. This way it can motivate you to study with more concentration. Remember, never take anything which is going against you on your nerves. Always adopt the policy of forget and forgive! With this ap-proach you will stay happy and con-tended.

a common factor influencing it can create problems which

s t r e s s

By Kalsoom Nafasat


One day I woke up in lazy hazy morning. I put on my clothes. I noticed that my clothes were short. I told my mother about it. My mother was very happy that I was growing up but my fa-ther was worried about me that I was growing up alarmingly. My father took me to the doc-tor. The doctor examined thor-oughly and warned that this

was some sort of abnormality. The doctor gave me medicine. I used that medicine and found that the medicine was not af-fecting my growth. I went on growing and growing.My parents were worried about the clothes and shoes because they were not available in the market. People get frightened

because of my height but my growth did not stop until my

height reached

to the height of a big tree. Peo-ple were feared and shocked to see such a strange creature of God. People from the different places came to see me. I was unable to live in my house. I became famous but people did not take fancy to me. I was sent to the jungle. There suddenly a big lion appeared behind a bush. Just then my mother woke me for school and my dream remained incomplete.

By Namra Shahid

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