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A rolling stone gathers no moss (moral stories)

Abdullah 0 Fun for kids, moral stories Monday, December 15, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">Once
 upon a time birds and animals gathered to choose their king. The birds 
wanted to make the king out of them, while the animals insisted that an 
animal should be the king. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They discussed the matter for several days, but they could not reach any conclusion . At last they began to fight.

The bat played a strange role. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If
 the birds seemed to be winning it went over to their side and said, 
'Tam a bird because I fly like birds." But if the animals seemed to 
carry the day it sided with them saying, "I am an animal because I give 
milk to my young ones like animals." This behaviour of the bat irritated
 them all. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> At last the animals came out 
victorious - The lion was made the king of all. The bat went to their 
camp. But they turned it out. They.said, "You are not an animal because 
you lay eggs."

It, then flew over to the other camp. They also turned it out. They 
said, "You are not a bird, you give milk to your young ones." Since that
 time, the bat does not show its face neither to animals nor to birds. 
It comes out only in the dark. </span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Moral:</span></b><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> A rolling stone gathers no moss </span></b></span></div>

A rolling stone gathers no moss (moral stories)

A rolling stone gathers no moss (moral stories)

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Slavery is a curse (moral story)

Abdullah 0 Fun for kids, moral stories Monday, December 15, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;"> One 
night a wolf came in the street of a village in search of food. By 
chance  he met a dog. The dog was very fat. He said to the dog, "How is 
it, dear cousin you are so healthy and fat?" The dog said," I guard my 
master's house at night and he gives enough to eat and why are you so 
week and thin?" The wolf said, "Because I go often without food."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The dog said," If you live
 with me and guard a man's house, you will also become healthy and fat."
 The wolf agreed to .work in return for food.

When they were going, wolfs eyes fell on the dog's neck, he asked him, 
"Why have the hair on your neck worn away? The dog said, "My master puts
 a collar and a chain round my neck in the day so that ! may not move 
about. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thus the hair on my neck goes 
falling." He was surprised to hear this. He said to the dog, "Cousin 
thank you for your kindness. I cannot wear the collar of slavery at the 
cost of <a href="http://educational-wealth.blogspot.com/2014/03/food-of-world.html" target="_blank"><b>food</b></a>." Saying this the wolf ran away to the forest. </span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Moral: </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;">To rule in Hell is better than serve in Heaven. </span></span></b><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Slavery is a curse.</span></b></span></div>

Slavery is a curse (moral story)

Slavery is a curse (moral story)

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There is blessing in truth *moral story)

Abdullah 2 Fun for kids, moral stories Monday, December 15, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;"> Hazrat
 Sheikh Abdul Qadir Gillani (God be pleased with him) had to undertake a
 journey, when he was yet a young hoy. His pious mother stitched up 
forty gold coins in his shirt. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She advised 
her son to speak the truth always. He joined a caravan and set off on 
his journey. When the caravan entered a forest a gang of robbers fell on
 the travellers and deprived them of all their valuables.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> While
 they were busy robbing everyone, a robber happened to pass by the young
 boy. He said, “Boy, do you have anything on you?” “Yes” came the prompt
 reply, “I have forty gold coins.”

The robber asked the young boy to show the money which he readily did. 
The robber took the boy to the leader of the gang. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Like
 all other robbers the leader was nor a little surprised. He said, “Why 
did you not deny having money?” Hazrat Sheikh Abdul Qadir Gillani (God 
be pleaseci with him) told the robbers' Chief that his mother had 
advised him to speak the.truth always. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This
 had a deep effect on the Chief. He said, “Alas! I do not obey the 
commands of God while this little boy so faithfully follows the advice 
of his mother”. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Remorse became a guideline 
to show him the right path. He made up his mind to give up his bad ways 
of earning livelihood. He disbanded the gang and advised all

the members to live an honest life. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thus 
the example set by Hazrat Sheikh Abdul Qadir Gillani (God be pleased 
with him) reformed all the robbers. He grew up to be a great religious 
leader and a pious saint. He is held in great esteem by millions of his 
followers and devotees. He is popularly known as Ghaus-ul-Azam Gillani.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moral:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There is blessing in truth </span></div>

There is blessing in truth *moral story)

There is blessing in truth *moral story)

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Punishment of a lier(moral stories)

Abdullah 2 Fun for kids, moral stories Monday, December 15, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">There
 lived a shepherd boy in a village near a pasture. He collected sheep 
and goats belonging to the villagers and took them to the pasture to 
graze. This went on for quite a long time. All the villagers were well 
satisfied with the boy as he tended the flock carefully. Now everyone 
trusted the boy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> By now he had 
grown up into a fine lad.

One fine morning when he was busy looking after the animals, it came to 
his mind to make fun of the villagers. So he climbed up the top of a 
mound nearby and cried aloud, “Wolf! Wolf!” The villagers rushed to the 
pasture to save the boy and the flock. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They
 came armed with sticks. When they saw the boy they asked him where the 
wolf was. The boy began to laugh. Everyone was angry with the silly boy 
and went back grumbling.

One day the boy again did the same mischief and the people of the 
village were highly displeased with him. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They
 went back to the village but this time they were so unhappy that they 
decided not to trust him in future. After sometime a wolf did come. The 
boy cried, “Wolf’ many times at the top of bis voice. The villagers did 
hear his cries but they thought he was again joking. No one came to his 
help. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The wolf not only killed some sheep and goats but also the boy. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Moral: </span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1-Once a liar,always a liar. </span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><b>2-Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.</b></span></span></div>

Punishment of a lier(moral stories)

Punishment of a lier(moral stories)

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You should help only those who deserve for it. (moral storiy)

Abdullah 0 Fun for kids, moral stories Monday, December 15, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">Once a hungry
 wolf was devouring his prey. In a bid to finish it quickly he swallowed
 a big bite of the flesh but a bone also went in and got stuck in his 
throat. It hurt him very much. So he decided to go to a crane to help 
him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He
 said, “Well dear friend, I am in great trouble. Please pick out the 
bone in my throat.” The crane was afraid lest the wolf should bite off 
his head. But the wolf assured him of safety and a big reward besides, 
for the service.

At last the crane agreed to do the needful. It put its long beak into 
the throat of the wolf and pulled out the bone. The wolf was very happy 
now. The crane demanded the promised reward for his service. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The wolf, at once, said, “Isn’t it a big reward that 1 have not bitten off your head when it could not have escaped my teeth.”

The crane hopped away disappointedly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">You should help only those who deserve for it. </span></span> </span></div>

You should help only those who deserve for it. (moral storiy)

You should help only those who deserve for it. (moral storiy)

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A rolling stone gathers no moss-moral stories

Abdullah 14 Fun for kids, moral stories Sunday, December 14, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">Once 
upon a time birds and animals gathered to choose their king. The birds 
wanted to make the king out of them, while the animals insisted that an 
animal should be the king. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They discussed the matter for several days, but they could not reach any conclusion . At last they began to fight.

The bat played a strange role. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If
 the birds seemed to be winning it went over to their side and said, 
'Tam a bird because I fly like birds." But if the animals seemed to 
carry the day it sided with them saying, "I am an animal because I give 
milk to my young ones like animals." This behaviour of the bat irritated
 them all. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> At last the animals came out 
victorious - The lion was made the king of all. The bat went to their 
camp. But they turned it out. They.said, "You are not an animal because 
you lay eggs."

It, then flew over to the other camp. They also turned it out. They 
said, "You are not a bird, you give milk to your young ones." Since that
 time, the bat does not show its face neither to animals nor to birds. 
It comes out only in the dark. </span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Moral:</span></b><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> A rolling stone gathers no moss </span></b></span><br />
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A rolling stone gathers no moss-moral stories

A rolling stone gathers no moss-moral stories

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Do not build castles in the air-moral stories

Abdullah 4 Fun for kids, moral stories Sunday, December 14, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">A FARMER'S DAUGHTER</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once a farmer had a daughter. She was very imaginative. One day her father gave her an<b> earth</b>en
 pot full of milk. She was to take it to the market for selling milk. 
She put it on her head and went to market. On the way her imagination 
started working. She thought there would be great rush of buyers. Her 
milk would be sold out in no time and it would bring her a lot of money.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> With
 that money her father would deal in cotton. She felt that, after a few 
months he would become very rich. He would then receive many offers for 
her marriage. Her mother asked her to marry with a rich and handsome 
young man. She tossed her head and said that she would refuse like that.</span><br />
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 'soon as she tossed her head the earthen pot fell down and it broke 
into pieces. The milk was all spilt on the ground. She returned full of 
great grief. All her hopes were dashed to the ground.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Moral:</b></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b> Do not build castles in the air.</b></span> </span></li>
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<li><b><span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Do not count chickens </span></span></b><span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;">before </span></span><b><span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;">they are hatched. .</span></span></b></li>
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Do not build castles in the air-moral stories

Do not build castles in the air-moral stories

Moral stories A FARMER'S DAUGHTER A farmer's daughter Once a farmer had a daughter. She was very imagi...

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Try try again-Moral stories

Abdullah 5 Fun for kids, moral stories Sunday, December 14, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;"> King 
Robert Bruce of Scotland was a brave and courageous. He fought many 
battles against the English but every time he was defeated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once he ran from the battlefield for his life and disappeared in<b> mountains</b>. He hid himself in a <b>cave</b>.
 The enemy followed him but could not trace him. He was very 
disappointed. He decided not to struggle any more for the freedom of his
 motherland. Meanwhile, he caught sight of a spider

It was hanging by a silken thread .</span><br />
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 to reach its web, but slipped and fell down. It tried again and fell. 
It did not lose heart and tried again and again but fell down every 
time. At its ninth failure king Bruce thought that the foolish insect 
would try no more. But to his suipn'se after taking some rest it began 
to climb again. The king rose and sat. He was curious to

know the result of its tenth attempt.</span><br />
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all honour to those who try, try again. He thought if an insect like 
this can overcome its distress why should not I. He came out of the cave
 and gathered his army. He attacked the English once again with a 
determination, defeated them, and achieved freedom for his motherland. </span><br />
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Once a liar, always a liar (moral stories)

Abdullah 1 Fun for kids, moral stories Sunday, December 14, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">One
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cat, “Good morning, where are you off to? Let's have a chat. It’s all 
safe here”. The cat stopped and greeted the fox and said, “Mr. fox, 1 
think it is not safe to stop here for long. I usually see hunters about 
here.”

“Oh, never mind the hunters. I know scores of tricks to dodge the 
hunters. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do you also know any such trick”? The cat said, “1 only know how to climb a tree in time of danger.” </span><br />
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soul, is that all? How can you escape death if your single trick fails? 
Shall I teach you some sure tricks?”

Just then the cat saw a huntsman approaching with a pack of hounds. It 
said, “Look! there come the hounds. Good bye.”</span><br />
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 climbed up the nearest tree and cleverly saved her life. The hounds 
came upon the vain fox very soon. The fox ran for his life but the 
hounds overtook him before long and tore him to pieces. </span><br />
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Look before you leap-moral stories

Abdullah 3 Fun for kids, moral stories Sunday, December 14, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">A tailor ran a shop in a town.He was a 
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they became good friends and were well pleased to meet each other. The 
tailor always waited for the elephant to come to him and the elephant 
was also there at the usual time.

One day the tailor had a dispute with one of his customers. </span><br />
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his trunk into his shop through the window to receive the friendly bun 
as usual. The tailor instead of giving a bun, pricked its trunk with a 
needle. The elephant felt hurt at this but silently went his way to 
drink.

The elephant quenched his thirst and then filled his trunk with dirty, 
muddy water. It came back quickly put its trunk in, and emptied it. The 
whole of the shop looked as if plastered with mud. All the fancy dresses
 and rich wedding robes were mud stained and badly spoiled.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The tailor was over whelmed with sorrow but it was too late. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is well said, “Look before you leap.” </span><br />
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Look before you leap-moral stories

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My best teacher (essay)

Abdullah 0 essay Saturday, December 13, 2014

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<b><span style="font-size: large;">MY BEST TEACHER </span></b></h3>
<span style="font-size: large;"> Outlines

Introduction </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1-  Qualities of an ideal teacher</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2- A strict discipline man </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3- A good sports man and athlete</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4- An industrious teacher </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> In
 Govt. College Lahore, I have found an ideal teacher Mr. Majid is a 
young man of 30 years with sound health and sound mind. He is really a 
man of intellect and intelligence. He is store-house of knowledge and 
wisdom . Some times I wonder how he was acquired so much knowledge and 
learning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> While in the class he is a strict
 disciplinarion. He teaches sincerely and enthusiastically . He explains
 till even student is satisfied His method of teaching is very good.

His sound arguments easy explanation and well-kind thoughts make the 
students listen to most attentively

He keeps the lively and in good humour .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> He
 does not allow any kind of boredom or idleness to descend upon class. 
His wittly remarks are really pleasing and delightful. Over and above, 
he is good sports man and an acknowledged in games and sports.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> He
 always instruct to play while play and study while study. He himself is
 a good debater and keeps audience spell bound by powerful oratory He 
has mastery

over various subject. But his study of English literature Aois so 
deepand vast that he is held in high esteem by students and the staff 
alike. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He is an industrious teacher and 
takes pain while teaching. He is the master of style and as Ruskin has 
said "Style is the man" He is very kind sympethatic towards the poor and
 intelligent students. Students love him because of his sterling 
character and other qualities of head an heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> His
 wit and wisdom is a subject of discussion. On the whole, in Govt. 
College Lahore, I have not only my ideal teacher but a great philospher 
friend and guide as well. </span></div>

My best teacher (essay)

My best teacher (essay)

MY BEST TEACHER Outlines Introduction 1- Qualities of an ideal teacher 2- A strict discipline man 3- A good sports man and athle...

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Poem with explaination -We’ll Go No More A-Roving(poem)

Abdullah 1 poems, Poet"s Biography, poetry Thursday, December 11, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">This poem is written by "</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="author">  Lord  Byron (George Gordon)</span>"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">About Author "</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="author">By  Lord  Byron (George Gordon)</span></span>"</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Byron was born on 22 January 1788 in <a href="http://educational-wealth.blogspot.com/2014/03/europelargest-continents-of-world.html" target="_blank">London</a>. He was an English 
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, we'll go no more a roving </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So late into the night, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Though the heart be still as loving, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the moon be still as bright. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For the sword outwears its sheath, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the soul wears out the breast, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the heart must pause to breathe, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> And love itself have rest. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Though the night was made for loving, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the day returns too soon, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yet we'll go no more a roving </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The word "rove" means "wander" or "roam." The Poet is saying that it's time to stop wandering around aimlessly late into the night.  Poet felt that he was getting old.He could be saying his life is drawing to a close, that the time for play is over, and that he must prepare for old age and death. The Poet says they'll go no more a roving, even though the moon is still as bright, and the heart is "still as loving." </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's time to stop even though the heart is very much alive, very much emotionally ready to go and even though the moon is still really bright.Well why stop roving when the heart still wants to, and the bright moon is very inviting? Probably because there comes a time when you have to stop wandering and messing around. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is a way of saying one must stop messing around and playing and grow up. It also is a way of alluding to the approach of death. The poem talk  fears of getting old and fears of "roving" too much sound like the fears of somebody whose life is nearing its end. The poet is like the sword.He's been around a while and has "worn out" his desire to rove.  </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The same goes for that bit about the soul. The soul gets tired of the body and goes wherever souls go. The heart makes things a little tricky. Sometimes, the heart needs a break from wanting to do things. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The heart is a source of love and emotion. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Poet says that the day returns too soon, and the night is meant for loving, so why not seize the day and go roving. The poet  has decided that he will not rove any longer and even though the night is perfect for it.     He might also just mean he's going to give up going out and getting crazy  with all the friends he loves. The poet no longer wants to be a frat guy. </span><br />
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Poem with explaination -We’ll Go No More A-Roving(poem)

Poem with explaination -We’ll Go No More A-Roving(poem)

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old papers, :university of punjab, MA English, English (classical poetry), 2013,

Abdullah 0 2013, English (classical poetry), MA English, old papers, university of punjab Thursday, December 11, 2014

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Abdullah 0 2012, English (classical poetry), MA English, old papers, university of punjab Wednesday, December 10, 2014

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Old papers-Punjab university English(classical Poetry) -2011

Abdullah 0 2011, English (classical poetry), MA English, old papers Wednesday, December 10, 2014

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Why I love my country (essay)

Abdullah 1 essay Thursday, December 04, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">1-</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Motherland</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">2- </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">A gift </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3- </span><span style="font-size: large;">Greatest sacrifice</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4- </span><span style="font-size: large;">historical buildings</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5- </span><span style="font-size: large;">Shrines of great saints </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love for one's motherlands is a natural feeling. I love Pakistan for several reasons. I love my country because I was born and brought up on this sacred land. I love 
it as it is the land of my forefathers. Every inch of this soil is coloured with the blood of our ancestors.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That is why I love Pakistan more than my life, my property or anything else on earth. I love Pakistan because it is my dear homeland . It was a dream of Allama Iqbal and the Quaid-e-Azam struggled hard to turn it into a reality. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love Pakistan because God gave it to us as a gift to fulfil our desire to make it an ideal Muslim state. We got it in the name of Islam. My love for Pakistan has become an article of faithful with me. This land has become flesh and bone of my body. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is a concretetion of the traditions, the aspirations and the hopes of my nation. It is our past, our present and our future. I am ever willing to give the greatest sacrifice for her saket. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love it because it has inherited a rich
treasure of fine arts dating from pre-historic time. People here are hard working , creativetJ and artistic. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It’s historical buildings are a great source of attraction. Badshahi Moque at Lahore, Shahi Fort,TombofShahnshah Jahagir ruins of ancient civilization at Taxila, Harappa and Moenjodaro and shrines of great saints Ganj Bakhsh Hajveri,Lal Shahbaz Qlander,Sultan Bahu and many others </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">are great pride for us.</span>
I love Pakistan because it is the land of peace, justice and love.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We all are free here. We are master of our own will . All are equal in the eye of law. All have equal chances of progress and promotion. The people are united.

I love Pakistan because I walk on it's soil and breathe in its air. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I eat from the food produced in its fields. I wear clothes made from its cotton. I live in a house made from it's mud and clay. | smell beautiful flowers in bright colours. I like the fine trees, the high hills, silvery mountains and ever flowing rivers. I love my country because I study in it's school. I love it's streets, roads and play grounds.

I love Pakistan because it is a nuclear power. I am safe from the maltreatment of the Hindus. Our shops

are mot looted by them. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Our houses are not burnt by the . The doors of all important services are not closed on us. We are not looked upon as disloyal to our country.

I love Pakistan because it is a land of free people. They are not subservient to the will of any other country. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">People are free. It's government is our own government. Its industry and commerce are in our own hands. It is progressing by rapid strides in every field. I love Pakistan because its army is strong enough to guard every inch of this sacred territory. For me it is the fairest of all lands. I love it with my heart and soul. There is nothing sweeter on earth than my country.</span></div>

Why I love my country (essay)

Why I love my country (essay)

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Recess Period in schools (essay)

Abdullah 3 essay Tuesday, December 02, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">1- Reading periods </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2-Bell rings </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3- Period of great rejoicing </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4- Rush out </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The reading periods are very tiring. We all huddled together sit into small study rooms. The teachers seem to bent upon pouring outfit all their knowledge. Then the bell rings for the recess period. The happiest period starts. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The recess period is very short. It last for only half an hour.
But it is a period of great rejoicing. All the students wait for it very anxiously As soon as the bell rings for the recess period, the impatient boys rush out of their rooms. Their faces lit with cheerfulness. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They go out of their rooms like a huge volume of water let loose. There is a great rush in the corridors  and compounds of the school. There is a great hue and cry in the school. There is pushing and elbowing . </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Most of the boys play in the school ground. Quite a big crowd is gathered round the tuck shop. They take some refreshment.Others go to the fruit shop to buy oranges, apples, bananas and dry fruit. Some boys take their lunch in the grassy lawn. Some gossip with their friends. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Some boys copy their home
work for the exercise books of their friends. A few go to the library and read newspapers and magazines. Some go to the school mosque and say their mid-day prayer.As regards teachers, they too enjoy this period. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They go to the staff room and take rest. They gossip, laugh and discuss with one another. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Some consider it a time for rest and relaxationt.
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Basant - Kite Flying (essay)

Abdullah 7 essay Tuesday, December 02, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">2- Favourite festival </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3- Experts of trade earn a lot </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4- Night before Basant </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5- Sad accidents </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">6- Anxiety to catch a kite </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Basant is a festivalof kites. It marks the advent of spring season. In its bluff and bluster.A is a
typically Punjabi festivity. It is celebrated all over Punjab. It comes off in the middle of February. Preparations are made months in advance. Kite makers keep busy round the clock preparing kites. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Kites of all sizes and shapes are brought and stored in huge quantity
Lahore is generally the first city to break into festivity, followed by Kasur, Gujranwala, Faisalabad and Rawalpindi. All these cities celebrate Basant on different dates according to their own calculations. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is a favourite festival of Lahorites. The gay spirited sons of Lahore are very enthusiasmabout it. People from all over the country come to Lahore and participate in the event. All people, young or old, take enjoymentt in flying kites. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">One feels proud if one is a good kite flier. The narrow winding streets of Mochi Gate give the impression of a kite kingdomt in February. At every step there are shops with all kinds of kites for sale. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The experts of trade earn a lot of money during the season. People spend a lot of money on kites. Kites are flown in large numbers. People compete with one another in kite flying. Some parties act as rival and spend thousands of rupees on Basant day. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The roofs, parks and open spaces are crowded with people on that day When the kite of one's opponent is cut down the winners express their victory by shouting "Bo Kata", hooting and beating the drum. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This trend of celebrating the occasion has now been supplemented with the loudspeakers, records, cassettes and lately firing in the air.
The night before Basant the cities, towns and villages give the impression of day light. The sky is high lighted by search lights and white coloured kites are flown. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Night kite flying has been introduced by the rich.
People buy huge quantity of kites and store them. They never bother(tabout the price. It is a good game but has great risks. Many sad accidents occur on this occasion.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boys fall down from the roofs of their houses. They even lose their lives. Some kit fliers have deep cuts on their fingers. Kite catching is quite common on the roads. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In their anxiety to catch a kite some boys suffer serious accidents. Several disputes arise between the kite catchers. They often result in injuries.
Basant has become wastage of wealth. 
But nobody realizes it. Our society cannot allow such a dangerous and useless tradition.

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Fashions-essay

Abdullah 0 essay Tuesday, December 02, 2014

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<span style="font-size: large;">1- Age of fashions </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2- Fascination of fashion </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3- Women follow fashions </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4- Press and T.V </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5- Glitter of advertisements </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">6- More popular </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">7- Glitters is not gold </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is an age of fashions. The current mode or style prevailing is called fashion. Fashion can be done in dress, manners,speech, customs , traditions , etiquettes and ways of life. Among the members of the smartest of any country, certain style of houses, furniture, food and drinks, times of meals,amusements,public customs and especially dress are fashionable. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The fascination of fashion is very strong in our society. Young generation runs after fashion. Women follow fashions blindly. They to look smart and upto date is becoming strong. Everyone is attracted by the spelled  of  fashion. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The garment industry , attractive advertisements and films are playing a leading role in the field of fashions. The Press and T.V have also affected the minds of people. Young girls proudly follow the ways of film stars. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They forget that a Muslim lady is asked to wear veil A lot of money is spent on fashions. Pakistan imports foreign powders, perfumes, cosmetics, fabrics, foot wear, furniture, fast food, video films, coloured magazines and many other things of fashion.
Fashions are spreading very quickly. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pakistanis working abroad have poured a lot of money on fashion. It has become a fashion now a days to arrange marriage in a five star hotel. The rich give a large and costly dowry to their daughters.
Fashions are constantly changing. Certain games and amusements, styles of furniture, rules of etiquettes, foods and drinks come and go out of fashion. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The girls are more crazy about fashion than the boys. Some times they like to wear long shirts. Sometimes they wear shorter ones. Sometimes women like clothes of blue colours. In a few months it may be pink. Girls may like a dress in green colour at one time. They may soon begin thinking a dress of red colour. They may like light or dark colours at different times. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A fashionable lady will wear a beautiful and costly dress only once or twice and then she gives it away to her maid. Sometimes women wear shoes with broad toes and sometimes with pointed
ones.
New fashions are becoming more popular in no time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The glitter of advertisements makes every thing look like gold. But all that glitters is not gold. We should lead a simple and clean life. Those who wear fashionable clothes are proud. God does not like the proud.

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Solved Assighnments - Assignment No 2 - Aliou -Arabic (Bol chal) -code No 114 Semester spring 2014

Abdullah 0 aiou, Arabic bol-chal, code 114, solved assignments Thursday, October 16, 2014

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Arabic (Bl chal) code No 114 <br />
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Solved Assighnments - Assignment No 2 - Aliou -Arabic (Bol chal) -code No 114 Semester spring 2014

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