The power of a pen is enormously larger than a sword. What a sharp edged sword can't achieve can be achieved by the help of a minute tip of a pen. What it implies is that the power of writing is much stronger than the power of hatred, war and fighting. A war always ends in killings and has only a single directional ending - defeat, death, loss... There is no end of the tunnel when a war is there, and even if it comes, there is no light...
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Essay - Pen is Mightier than Sword
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 13:15 with No comments
The power of a pen is enormously larger than a sword. What a sharp edged sword can't achieve can be achieved by the help of a minute tip of a pen. What it implies is that the power of writing is much stronger than the power of hatred, war and fighting. A war always ends in killings and has only a single directional ending - defeat, death, loss... There is no end of the tunnel when a war is there, and even if it comes, there is no light...
The Most Important Person In My Life Essay
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 13:03 with No comments
Essay On The Most Important Person.I have a large circle of friends who are dearer to me than my own life. It is very difficult to name my choice off-hand. My maximum time is spent in the company of Salman whom I call Sunny but other call him 'Mirchr. I do not know, what quality of chilly they lind in him but for me he is sweeter than honey.
He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.
It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.
You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.
He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.
It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.
You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.
I wish. I could also follow him in his foot-steps.
Essay On The Person I Like The Most
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 12:58 with No comments
Essay On The Person I Like The Most.I have a large circle of friends who are dearer to me than my own life. It is very difficult to name my choice off-hand. My maximum time is spent in the company of Salman whom I call Sunny but other call him 'Mirchr. I do not know, what quality of chilly they lind in him but for me he is sweeter than honey.
He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.
It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.
You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.
He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.
It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.
You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.
I wish. I could also follow him in his foot-steps.
Essay On My Neighbour
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 15:44 with No comments
Last Sunday. we shifted our residence to a new Government colony. This colony is inhibited by the employees of the Government. .1hey belong to various departments and ministries. But my next door neighbours are really very tine. One is a Police inspector. lie has a small family. His son is a college student. Ile is a very intelligent boy. Ile often tells me very interesting stories.
The police inspector is also very gentle. His habits and temperaments are very tine. He considers himself to be the custodian of law and order. He never misuses his powers but always helps others. his wife is a lady of religious bent of mind. She is a God-fearing lady. She also extends to us deep co-operation.
The quarter, in front of ours belongs to a Principal of a school. He is an old man of 55 and is thoroughly gentle. Ihs behaviour is very nice. He helps the deserving students, by admitting them in his school. He gives fee concession to the needy and poor people. He has a medium sized family of two sons and a daughter. They are of helping nature. his daughter is my class-fellow. We go to school together. The Principal loves me very much. Sometimes he gives us very interesting lectures. It is a well-educated family.
The family. that lives at the back of our house is a middle Lindy. But the members of the family are really very dp.riemnp. I hey do not possess the decorum of a civilised people. I he lie;id of the family is an Assistant in Central Government. IIis belia lour is rude. He has quarrel ed with many people over trifles. I Ir• children are very naughty.
They beat other tiny children. Their mother is also a terrible lady. She often scolds her children. She being an uneducated lady always creates hell in her house. l'er\ one in the locality' is afraid of her. Most of the people are not On speaking terms with this family'.
The police inspector is also very gentle. His habits and temperaments are very tine. He considers himself to be the custodian of law and order. He never misuses his powers but always helps others. his wife is a lady of religious bent of mind. She is a God-fearing lady. She also extends to us deep co-operation.
The quarter, in front of ours belongs to a Principal of a school. He is an old man of 55 and is thoroughly gentle. Ihs behaviour is very nice. He helps the deserving students, by admitting them in his school. He gives fee concession to the needy and poor people. He has a medium sized family of two sons and a daughter. They are of helping nature. his daughter is my class-fellow. We go to school together. The Principal loves me very much. Sometimes he gives us very interesting lectures. It is a well-educated family.
The family. that lives at the back of our house is a middle Lindy. But the members of the family are really very dp.riemnp. I hey do not possess the decorum of a civilised people. I he lie;id of the family is an Assistant in Central Government. IIis belia lour is rude. He has quarrel ed with many people over trifles. I Ir• children are very naughty.
They beat other tiny children. Their mother is also a terrible lady. She often scolds her children. She being an uneducated lady always creates hell in her house. l'er\ one in the locality' is afraid of her. Most of the people are not On speaking terms with this family'.
But a majority of my neighbours are my friends. They are ..4)cial and of helping nature. I pass my time easily in their company. Neighbours are sometimes are helpful than Ono's relatives. We should ala s create a climate of friendship among our neighbours. I Iiti. i1111 lucky enough in having good neighbours.
Essay On The Day I will never Forget
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 15:43 with No comments
Essay On The Day I will never Forget.The Day when Sub-continent was .partitioned was a day of inked feeling. It was marred by sadness as well as by happiness. People were happy because they were now free from the foreign rule hut sad because various tragic incidents were happening. As I was living in the Bombay district of India, I saw some ()I' the most tragic and painful events. When ever I remember them. I shudder. Mass migrations were the natural outcome of the partition.
People of one land were going to the other. In those days there happened most tragic incidents like kidnapping, abductions. arsons. murders. rapes. loots and bloodshed. I left my hearth and home on August 14, 1947 and reached Delhi vv ith great difficulty. From Delhi 1 caught a train so that 1 might reach I .ahore. near the border. I got some space for standing in the n Ain. I he train was packed to its capacity with the refugees. Main people \vere sitting on the roof of the train.
The train steamed on and sped very slowly On the way 1 saw one Man murdering ;mother with his sword. I was shocked to see this ghastly murder. In the meanwhile. our train reached a station. It was night time. It was a perfectly dark night. The driver of the engine refused to start the train on the pretext that engine was out of order. It was a difficult time for me. The train was standing at a wayside. The raiders attacked the train mercilessly. I took some of my belongings and tried to cross the bridge.
As I was very tired. I rested for a while. People were rushing forth screaming and crying. The families were disunited and separated. I spent my night on the bridge along with other people Who were also passing that dark and dreadful night there. But as ill-luck would have it. it rained very heavily. Rivers and streams were flooded. The gurgling water was gushing forth on the plains. Nothing could be seen. Many persons became the victims of cold and fell ill. There was no conveyance.
The fear was ruling my mind. Anyhow 1 ventured to walk through the water which was knee deep onwards to the city. As I was coming with some of my luggage. I stranger who snatched my belongings.. Thank God. the stranger did not play with my life. I then. ran immediately in a frightened manner. I crossed the difficult terrains in a bid to reach Lahore. were all the refugees were reaching.
I had not taken any food for the last two days. I was feeling very hungry but it was all in vain. I reached Lahore. I met a family which was my neighbour at my home town. The members of that family offered me some eatables and I thanked them. But as there were heavy rains and dirt: so, there spread an epidemic and I also became the victim of that epidemic. I had no money for medicine. All rested upon God. I escaped from the jaws of death.
People of one land were going to the other. In those days there happened most tragic incidents like kidnapping, abductions. arsons. murders. rapes. loots and bloodshed. I left my hearth and home on August 14, 1947 and reached Delhi vv ith great difficulty. From Delhi 1 caught a train so that 1 might reach I .ahore. near the border. I got some space for standing in the n Ain. I he train was packed to its capacity with the refugees. Main people \vere sitting on the roof of the train.
The train steamed on and sped very slowly On the way 1 saw one Man murdering ;mother with his sword. I was shocked to see this ghastly murder. In the meanwhile. our train reached a station. It was night time. It was a perfectly dark night. The driver of the engine refused to start the train on the pretext that engine was out of order. It was a difficult time for me. The train was standing at a wayside. The raiders attacked the train mercilessly. I took some of my belongings and tried to cross the bridge.
As I was very tired. I rested for a while. People were rushing forth screaming and crying. The families were disunited and separated. I spent my night on the bridge along with other people Who were also passing that dark and dreadful night there. But as ill-luck would have it. it rained very heavily. Rivers and streams were flooded. The gurgling water was gushing forth on the plains. Nothing could be seen. Many persons became the victims of cold and fell ill. There was no conveyance.
The fear was ruling my mind. Anyhow 1 ventured to walk through the water which was knee deep onwards to the city. As I was coming with some of my luggage. I stranger who snatched my belongings.. Thank God. the stranger did not play with my life. I then. ran immediately in a frightened manner. I crossed the difficult terrains in a bid to reach Lahore. were all the refugees were reaching.
I had not taken any food for the last two days. I was feeling very hungry but it was all in vain. I reached Lahore. I met a family which was my neighbour at my home town. The members of that family offered me some eatables and I thanked them. But as there were heavy rains and dirt: so, there spread an epidemic and I also became the victim of that epidemic. I had no money for medicine. All rested upon God. I escaped from the jaws of death.
'Me above dreadful. details of partition days always haunt my mind. When I recollect the grim instance of cold-blooded murders, mass killings and firings. I am simply shocked. But now I have decided never to remember those days of misfortune. Indeed I should like to forget this most unhappy and unfortunate day of my life.
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