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Sunday, 21 August 2016

Essay on My Ideal friend

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A real friend is hard to find. In fact every body who shakes hands with me or courts me with a smile or an embrace is not a friend in the real sense. He may be merely an acquaintance or sonic thing more. To be a friend there must be present some essential qualities in a person. He must be selfless, sincere and loving. He must never desert his friends under odd circumstances and must be ready to help his friend through thick and thin. He must be very frank and always ready to tell his friend the defects he has.

I am very fortunate to have a real friend at the school. Lean, tall and active, he has a lovely personality and charming manners. He is of my age and the son of a petty shopkeeper. His name is iftikhar. He lives in a modest house not far away from my home.

I have been knowing lftikhar since I was a boy. We had played together as small boys and have begun to like each other since. As fortune may have it we were admitted in the same school and the same class. Known as he was already to me. We cultivated liking for each other and soon became much attached.

Sober, good looking, and energetic, Iftikhar is a little taller than I. He has bright black eyes and a beautifully shaped nose. He is as attractive in his manners as in his appearance. Everyone who meets him desires to make him his friend.

lftikhar is sincere honest and faithful. Always, with a smile on his face and with a charm in his speech, he is ready to help me, to console me, to guide me and to show me the right path. I can never forget those days when I was bedridden due to jaundice and it was he who sat by my bed in a chair talking to me, consoling me, and nursing me. He refused to go home during the days I was ill. His presence was a source of great consolation and hope.

Intelligent, resolute and diligent as lftikhar is, he is one of the most brilliant students of my class. He studies for hours every day and urges me to study with him. He is very good at English and mathematics and helps me a lot in my studies. In fact, it is through his efforts that I have also become a good student.

One of the things, I love Iftikhar for, is his concern for me. If I do some thing wrong he points it out frankly. If I am ever seen with a bad boy, lftikhar takes it seriously and refuses to talk to mc unless I promise not to mix with notorious boys.

Iftikhar is neither proud of his knowledge nor ashamed of his poverty. Poverty, to him, is an outstanding characteristic of the House of our Holy Prophet. He is determined to be a self made man. He is religious and never misses a single prayer even in cold weather. He helps his father in his small business and takes care of his younger brother and sisters. He, sometimes, helps his mother in domestic work. And as far as I am concerned, I wonder what would have become of me without him.

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