Essay On Pakistani Village Life.Pakistan is an agricultural country. Our prosperity depends upon our agricultural production. For this, the Pakistan farmer's contribution is great. Pakistan. as a matter of fact, is a land of farmers. They live in villages. About 75 per cent of our population lives in villages.
A Pakistani farmer is respected by everyone. It is he who produces grains for the rest of the country. The whole year. the Pakistani farmer...
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Essay On A Street Hawker
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Essay On A Street Hawker.A street hawker is a common sight in our tovvns and villages. A street hawker goes from one street to another and from one Mohalla to another Mohalla for selling his articles or food-stuffs. A street hawker usually comes with a basket full of articles placed on his head. He hawks his articles. Every street hawker brings articles and eatables of different kinds. Usually in the morning. street hawkers come with vegetables...
Essay On My Future Dreams Plans
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Essay On My Future Dreams Plans.Dreams are the by-products of our sub-conscious state of mind. Dreams are of many kinds. But the dream which I had last Sunday was the most interesting dream of mine. In dream, I was transported into a fairy land where beautiful belles were dancing and singing.I dreamt that I had gone to Paris. There I went into a night club. I saw many exciting scenes there - Twist, Ballroom and Shake were going on. As I was watching...
Essay When I Was A Small Child
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Essay When I Was A Small Child.I am the eldest child in my family and was born after seven years of my parents marriage. You can very well imagine what a rare gem I am for them. I was fondled lavishly and a single tear from my eye would bring ten from my mother's eye. When I started walking with the help of baby-walker, my parents held a grand feast. Noises of every type fascinated me. When the Balloon seller passed our lane. I used to run after...
Essay In My Childhood Days
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 21:32 with No comments
Essay In My Childhood Days.I am the eldest child in my family and was born after seven years of my parents marriage. You can very well imagine what a rare gem I am for them. I was fondled lavishly and a single tear from my eye would bring ten from my mother's eye. When I started walking with the help of baby-walker, my parents held a grand feast. Noises of every type fascinated me. When the Balloon seller passed our lane. I used to run after him....
Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life
Posted by Umar Khaleeq on 21:31 with No comments
Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life.One Sunday morning, I received an invitation from a friend of mine, Mr. Sohail. I had come back from U.K to my native place. So, he invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started getting ready. My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath and got ready. My sister then again asked me to take some snacks and tea but I refused to take it as I was more interested in...
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