Same same, But Different!

Name: Ariba Shahid
Class: A1C4

Same Same, But Different

NO Dicrimination! We are all the same.

I don't even know if I'm black with white stripes or white with black stripes

I'm a human that's all I need to know to survive.

'Cause distinguishing through races isn't going to teach me how to strive,

'Cause that's just not the way to live your life.

We're all one, same species, same kind.

Just 'cause we look different doesn't mean we should find

Flaws in each other, just to mess around with minds.

We're from the same species we're of the same kind.

These racist freaks must be real insecure,

But what can we do about them, there is no cure

For the madness stuck inside their heads,

Cause progress is what they most dread.

Haters will hate everything different.

Son now you got to be different to make a statement

To show them you aren't scared of freaking establishment

Of norms these insecure freaks spent their life's making.

We're from the same parents, Adam and Eve.

Why don't we get along.

How can we watch someone bleed?

Why do we have to hate, what's the need?

Can't we forget the differences and pay no heed

To them, the world would be much better - I believe

We breathe the same air, don't we?

We need the same things - water, shelter, food and a warm bed.

We ain't different, that better get stuck in your head.

Cause the moment it does we will head

To success, equality and peace,

Cause peace is all we really need!

We're all one, same species, same kind.

Just cause we look different doesn't mean we should find

Flaws in each other, just to mess around with minds.

We're from the same species we're of the same kind.

Journey At Chapter

Poet:
Ali Asgher Makati
Deputy Head Boy
A2S2

JOURNEY

It is a short journey, whichever way you see,

The happiness of today seems so vague and light to me,

These faces so elated with jokes and laughs around,

Will only have these bricked walls as witness when there is none around!

All these spirited faces, that feel so lively now..

Will be here even rarely with time running around.

Soon we'll abode to other places, leaving this home of ours,

To start another journey that's scripted to be our destiny..

And now soon enough we'll leave,

back packed of memories to which we'll weep.

its just around the corner,the time when we'll call it a day,

However badly we would want too, we wouldn't be able to stay.

But among-st what we we'd take with us

will be the intangible love,

the sagacity of books along with the exuberance of triumphs,

The smiles and cries together with all retards we call our friends,

And a 'bond' so strong that even-

these words wouldn't comprehend.

But we still have so much at hand,

so cherish it while you can,

live it up! do not misspend,

you beautiful chapter please, please do not end. :')

Chapter: How it is when we're there :)
Photo Credits: Syed Zohaib Ahmed

Chapter: How it is without us </3
Photo Credits: Moaaz Sidat

What Defines Our Relationship With Others

Usman Khan
A2S5



We as a human beings are a social creatures. We can hardly
survive on our own for long time. Especially when we are born,
we need a lot of care and love to grow and survive.


There is usually a naturally strong bond between mother and
child formed as they meet in this lifetime. We would not make
it very far if we tried to survive without the help of another grown
up person. That's our first relationship, right there. Mother & Child.




 
















As we grow up, we are most likely going to expand this
relationship into broader areas. Firstly wider family and later on
into community, and perhaps into the worlds as we travel and
meet others on the journey through life.

In respect of the relation to people, we gather our beliefs and
values very early in life, some say within the first 7-10 years of
childhood. Once we have formed our belief structure, we became
a little bit like bionic robots, rehearsing and reactivating the
beliefs that are interwoven in our mind.

Provided we had a good, loving relationship with our mother and
even father, we would have a sound base from which to look out
for our own relationships. However, if there were some issues
between parents and the child, there could be an almost permanent
scar affecting our own love issues.

Once we outgrow the security of our childhood, we start to
intuitively look around and seek a partner to share our own life.
Whether it's a natural selection or instinct or so-called physical
attraction, that is at work in the early stages of our relationship
evolution, we are usually firstly drawn to people who somewhat
resemble our internal ideal formed early on in life.

 That ideal can, and usually does, change through any testing period in our life.

Journey Of A Coin

Kiran Bhimani
A1-C2

I was sitting still, not even daring to breathe, my heart was pounding at such a speed that it seemed like the entire place was jumping along to the beat. It was dark, suffocating and very cold. I knew that this was the worst place fate can take a five rupee coin; Yes, the cash register.

On my left there were worthless, useless and pathetic one rupee coins. No one respected them. They were usually found lying on the streets left to be baked by the sun. On my right were the condescending bills, and not just any bills, one thousand rupee bills. I used to be a bill myself a year ago until one of my stupid masters had my soul transferred into this coin. Oh, what a painful transition that was! I still shiver just by the thought of it. Suddenly I felt being pulled by the neck and was placed in somewhere dark but the walls over there were silky and made of cloth, different from the metallic cash register. Oh I knew it, I was being put into a pocket. The smell of sweat and mint was indeed disgusting. God knows how I had survived that turmoil. I thought about the good old times when people really respected me. I had value. In fact, not long ago in the 1700s, I was worth 1 ounce of gold. Maharajas and all those Mughal descendents loved me. They gave me away as gifts to their fellow kings and queens. Those were the days. That day is still so fresh in my mind when Tipu Sultan died. I was offered as a monthly compensation to his offspring! Yes, although I am the same today, but my value has been stolen from me and I've been left with nothing more than the ability to buy a pack of biscuit.

Ouch! A jerk just pulled me out of my thoughts. The man had started walking. I was flying around in this stuffed room like a tennis ball. Clink! I hit one of the keys. My sides were burning like fire. I couldn't tolerate that pain. It was like the time someone tore me apart back when I was a bill. Still moving and bumping into the walls, I examined my wound, there were two deep scratches on my tail, right between the star and moon. The movement stopped all of a sudden. I felt myself elevating. Woah! I had never felt like this, my stomach was in my mouth! It was a funny but great feeling. I giggled to myself. "I wouldn't be too happy" said a deep, husky voice. Startled, I looked around. I thought I was alone here. "W-who's there?" I said with a shaky voice. "Up here" replied the voice. I looked up, deep inside the wallet where I saw the corner of a brown bill. Oh, a twenty I thought with excitement. But then I saw, I saw a 5 printed on it! Oh my God, A five thousand rupee bill? Talking to me? A worthless five rupee coin? I felt honored. Never in my life had I met a five grand bill. Nervous and dumbstruck, I managed to say "I do not understand".

"What I mean is, the master is going to start the motorcycle any second now, so you better hold on."
He was right, that very second I felt my self go up and down in a sudden movement. That was the kick, and we were off again. Flying, flying faster than the wind. The wind hitting against me. So strong it was that I had to hold on to the pocket to make sure I didn't fall. "You fools!" I cried out desperately. "You idiots, I was worth 2.5 dollars in 1965, I was of great importance! I-"
"Cut the stupid lecture will you? No one's interested!"

That was a voice I could've recognized even in my sleep. It was a 100 bill. I detested him ever since we met in a small red purse. I will never forget how arrogant he was and how he had insulted me in front of the American quarter I loved.

"Be quiet. Can't you see how devastated I am? Don't act so cool and think you're the most desirable, one day even you shall depreciate. Even your time will come!" I retorted with a smirk. Just then I felt a sharp jolt and out I flew, falling lower and lower at last I hit the ground. It took me a while to become still as I shivered for ten whole seconds.

Horns honking, smoke polluting the air, the ground as hot as a fry pan and I was being fried. This was even worse than what the one rupee coins had to suffer.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months had passed but I did not feel anything. I was laying in the hot sun being run over by tires. It wasn't painful, sort of like a massage really.
Across the street I saw some women sitting on a rug with children. One of the ladies noticed me and ran to pick me up. She covered me with both her hands and smiled. Then she hugged me and put me inside her wallet where lived a few one rupee coins.

For the first time I felt loved and wanted by my master. But the warm feeling was too short as only a second later I heard a loud horn and a deafening scream. I was on the ground covered in blood.
It was then when I realized how dangerous my kind is. I was wrong. I'm not a servant, but a master. 

Because of me, a poor old lady had died.