My Hero

My Hero

In life people may come and go, some will be remembered and some are forgotten. I’ll never forget the person who is known as my second parent,who did efforts for me to gain knowledge, the one who has been my guide for so many years, the one who scolds and corrects me when I am doing wrong, the one who has been there as I face to reach the stepping stones in my life. The one who appreciates my efforts, the one who is always there to feed me a bit full of information that I might use someday.

How would life be without our teacher? She is the person who shapes the future of her/his students. She is none other than my class teacher. She is very sincere, hard working teacher and makes our learning process very interesting as well as creative. She's very patient and enthusiastic to teach us whenever we had questions in her classes. I like the way she teaches us. She is a teacher with good skills of teaching, friendly nature, good sense of humor.

She is an excellent teacher that we got so much from her not only knowledge but also kindness and diligence. She is my best teacher, guide, and friend. She is one of the most significant people in my life. I feel blessed to be her student.”A teacher takes a hand, opens a mind and touches a heart.”

Aaliya Zainab

8D

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Our Wallet’s Biggest Enemy

Our Wallet’s Biggest Enemy

-by Richmond Dimes

Expensive, luxurious goods are always the most desired items and our wallet’s biggest enemy. Luxury or expensive items often come with a lot of tempting advertisements, and together with that, the peer pressure to own them.

Everyone talks about them to the point that you feel that you do need such items in your lives. We feel they are better than the same thing that we can have which was a fraction of the price but are they really worth the satisfaction that they promise to bring? Does a pen that costs RM200 look and feels much better than your standard ballpoint pen that costs 50 cents? Can this be justified and rationalized? Is the feel-good factor here more important than everything else, to the point that we need to splurge our hard earned money for the feeling of something nice?

To begin, we need to understand what luxury items actually are. Luxury items are goods or items that are priced at a premium, compared to a similar product or function that are priced cheaper.

While it cannot be denied that many luxury products are usually of a better build and quality, we can sometimes find similar but cheaper ones that work just as well. As such, just because something costs more, it does not mean that there are no substitutes for that item. While luxury items are definitely nice to have, they are not and never are a necessity. These reasons include that the items are made from better ingredients and materials, or having better craftsmanship, thus justifying the otherwise unreasonable price that they command. Therein lies the rub. Are you buying something which is a necessity or is an ego trip to be the person with the most expensive bag amongst your friends, or the best clothes? The feeling of owning something that you know is better than the rest is a pleasure that many of us actively enjoy and revel in. For example, we all need clothes to cover our body. If that is the function, then any clothing will do.

Mehek Khan

8A

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I Love Sleep

Sleep and I, we have a complicated relationship. When I was teeny weeny toddler, me and sleep never had much of a connection, but now things have changed, I go through one of those clingy-attachment issues with sleep. Now I feel like mathematics, like the Y that can't stop himself from trying to find his X every single time we ever try to solve his problems.

But as much as I can relate to Y, me and sleep? Our relationship is sort of different from any others. Okay, maybe not really. Whilst sleep is so patient and tolerant with me as I go through my daily busy schedule that mostly consist of: insomnia, pulling an-all-nighter to watch K-dramas, and studying all night so I could achieve success at my "work" place. Seriously, sleep should be awarded "The Best Boyfriend Ever Award," I don't think anyone could be as best as sleep itself.

In our auspicious relationship, whenever we get some "alone time," which is mostly every night for 4-5 hours, we do our very best to utilise that precious time to go on dates, while some might not make any sense at, some are bearable. Sleep likes to take me on a date to carnivals a lot, he does know I'm not very fond of carnivals, yet he still insists I might come to love it if I get use to it. Sleep's most favorite game at the carnival is that game. What is it called again? Oh yes! Push-me-off-a-cliff. I almost suffer from heart attacks because of that game. The keyword here being 'Almost.'

Sleep wasn't the brightest when it came to taking me out on dates, it was a flaw of his that I have come to accept. Sleep wasn't flawless but at the same time, he wasn't full of flaws too. Albeit he is stupid at times (when it comes to planning out dates), he can be amazing too. He is that non-judgemental, ever-loving guy who doesn't leave you even if you're filled with tons of imperfections. Sleep never made me feel like the loneliest person, he never declared me as 'unfit' for a world of corruption and depression. During the times I've felt vulnerable, Sleep has always accepted me with open arms, pulling me into a dark abyss of peacefulness; he was always the shoulder I've cried on, the one I've leaned on in my sickness and also gone for consulation whenever I turned into a spit-fire in anger.

But despite all this, my Grandmother and maybe every other "adult" I know of, has always warned me from spending too much of my time with him, some even went far enough to put a curfew for me when I went on dates with him. Some tried to get me to keep him as a secret, as if he was some embarrassment I should deal less with; they said he is cryptic and the dates he took me on are all just some secret message for a wee bit of the future and it shouldn't be discussed, it's considered a bad omen. I didn't know that.

All these words everybody uttered into my ear, had an effect on me. They got me thinking all these thoughts I never bothered to think of. Sleep is cryptic and mysterious and maybe a wee bit strange too. He took me on dates, yet he still invites some of my friends with us. How could that be considered a date!? It was always strange when the next day came and none of my friends would even have an ounce of a memory of the day we spent with Sleep. They didn't remember his mask of drowsiness nor his body of pillows, not even his pet Laziness who accompanied Sleep wherever he went. I mean who could forget Laziness? That little bundle of joy just seems so charming and so enchanting, Laziness wasn't a pet you could forget so easily, but they did forget him though. Strange.

But eh who cares? Certainly not me. I'm set on never leaving Sleep, and as cheesy as it sounds, without him I can't function properly (literally, at least in human terms).

By Rifa

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DARE TO DREAM BIG

It’s good to have a dream. Every dream begins with a dreamer, it’s not a crime to have dreams but giving up on your dream sure is. To fulfill your dream one must come into reality. Put a lot of dedication, hard work and determination. Always believe in yourself your dreams will surely come true. Every person has a dream and every person has the strength and passion to fulfill it, but only those fulfill it who believes in their dreams. Even if people laugh at your dreams never give up. The
key to happiness is having dreams and key to success is making your dreams come true.

Without having imagination we just loose the happiness in life. If people laugh at your dreams then it’s that you are not trying enough to achieve it. Vision without action is dream. Action without vision is just passing time. But vision with action can change the whole world.

                                                                                                               ALMAS ASIF
                                                                                                                         9D

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INTRUDER AT 3 A.M.

Stephen knew he would never sleep. The noises, those horrid noises, would keep him awake all night. It was lightning and thundering loudly outside. And to top it off, someone was in his house.

He heard the sound of scratching and the rattling of metal coming from the kitchen. He was scared to his wit's end. 

His parents were away for a business fair out of town and wont be coming back until tomorrow. 

He could hear his heartbeat and the obnoxious noises coming from the kitchen, getting louder and louder and finally he couldn't take it any more. He summoned whatever courage he had in him and got out of bed, still trembling.

He was afraid to switch on the light, in case the intruder found out he was awake. So, he blindly searched for something to attack whoever it was keeping him from peaceful sleep. He found a jug and thought it was good enough to throw the person off guard. He slowly crept down the hall and cautiously opened the kitchen door. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Not because what he saw wasn't expected. No. He couldn't believe the fact that he had been so stupid. He had left the back door open. Heavy rain and wind charged through it causing the utensils to rattle. There was a cat, dripping wet, on the counter finishing up what was left of the milk.

Ghosts? What was I thinking? Stephen thought and laughed at himself, startling the cat who obviously thought he'd gone crazy, if cats could think sarcastically that is, because hadn't he? 

                            

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                                                                                            by Sidra Fatima

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POEM

*Friendship as a gift*
Friendship is a gift,
That lives within the heart,
No matter how much we try,
We don’t realize how it start.

But the happiness it brings you,
Always gives you a special lift,
Then you realize the friendship,
Is on e of the God’s most precious gift.

-- -RAFEEKA 10-A

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Book Review

Title: A Brief History Of Time
Author: Stephen Hawking
Summary:
A brief history of time(1988) is a book written by the
scientist and a mathematician Stephen Hawking. This
book is about physics or the study of laws that predict
how things work in the universe. It is also about bout
how we see the universe and how the universe exists. In
this book, Hawking talks about many theories in
physics. Some of the things that he includes in them are
the history of physics, gravity, how light moves in the
universe, the space time, elementary particles, the black
hole, the big bang and time travel.
Favorite part: The most interesting thing that I found as
I was reading is that the author explains each concept so
clearly that grabs the readers attention. The most
fascinating fact is that black hole ain't black.
Recommendation: I would advise all the students
especially the physics lovers as well as adults to read
this book because the way in which it's written is just
outstanding.

- Jenab Alarakha

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