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Greet Death

By Naba Zafar from North Nazimabad Girls Campus

When death is just an inch away,

And with your loved ones, you cannot stay,

You intend not to, but you betray,

And your senses, then, begin to sway,

Who are you? To meddle with Thanatos’ work,

Who are you? To show your annoyance and irk,

Who are you? To meddle with things beyond,

Why do you think, you’ll escape and not respond?

Death is infinite, it’ll come to us all,

To the world beyond, it’ll take us to the spiritual hall,

You tremble and beg, it’ll do you no good,

Firm on your ground, you should’ve stood.

And now you face fate, so harsh and cruel,

That cannot be erased by any type of duel,

Your heart wrenches, you feel guilt all around.

You try to forget, but your life is no more, sound.

The clasps of Death, no one can escape,

A loathing person, is what it shapes,

Life is not easy, a bed full of roses – A joke.

Your fate is pre-destined, so you will choke.

A darker aspect and a living proof,

That hope shouldn’t be abandoned, treated aloof.

Your fate rests in your hands, and none other,

Your prying eyes, can see no further.

Accept the fact, that death you’ll face,

It’ll take you away, without a trace,

Be it your religion, country or race,

Death will trick you, away from your space.

So better it is, than to fight your destiny,

Regret nothing; face your so-called ‘enemy’.

Love those you need,

And always take the lead,

Remain happy, throughout your worthwhile life.

Before greeting Death, ensure nothing sits on the edge of knife.

 

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Curiosity

By Emaan Qureshi from  Gulshan Junior Campus,  Karachi

Sometimes I sit and wonder

what other mysteries there are in the world

Like how dinosaurs went extinct

or why my hair cannot stay curled

 

Why do ships disappear near

the Triangle of Bermuda

And does it contain

the fish Barracuda

 

Why are pyramids triangles

and not squares

And why are the Sun and Moon

two little spheres

 

Why do our muscles

rot before our bones

or why nobody has invented

their own clones???

 

I know I am curious

but I think it is for a good cause

But what is the difference between ketchup

and pizza sauce??

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Education Evolution: A Wave of Technological Disruption

By Hira Naz

According to the World Bank, COVID-19 pandemic has caused more than 1.6 billion children and youth to be out of school in 161 countries. This constitutes 80% of the world’s enrolled students.

As the world was brought to a halt, education community was forced to face the inevitable fragility that challenged it.

The solution; Technological disruption. Almost in a blink of an eye, the entire world started exploring smart solutions for their business and education industry was no exception. Today, schools and universities are joining hands with technologies partner that can bridge the gap between students and teachers. Hence beginning a new era of education technology.

The City School Group has always been at the forefront of adapting and introducing innovative education solutions in Pakistan. The year 2020, is no exception in the regard. With a profound understanding of importance and challenges facing the educational system of Pakistan, TSC leadership strengthen its students by becoming the “first school network to be awarded Microsoft Schools’ Status”. This is a huge step forward in preparing the next generation of technologically savvy students. The City School Network School has begun to transform education through globally recognised technology partners.

The network is not only implementing technology in the classrooms, but is also molding its teaching methodology, lesson planning and assessment practice to fully embrace advent of technological era in education.

The City School Group, in its efforts to maintain excellence in education has also entered into a collaboration with Century Tech. This London-based technology firm will deploy its world-leading Artificial Intelligence learning tools to benefit all students aged 7 to 18 across The City Schools’ national network – helping over 60,000 students. The City School students will learn English, Science and Mathematics and deliver unparalleled learning experience by personalising learning for each student – tailoring its vast library of teacher-created learning materials to their individual strengths, weaknesses and behaviors. Not only this, CENTURY will automatically mark students providing teachers, students and their families with data insights on their progress and enabling teachers to focus on student interventions.

To further this initiative, The City School will also integrate GL Education’s Assessment to monitor children’s education, mental health and wellbeing. GL Education has invested 35 years of rigorous research and development to establish globally recognized assessment tools that allow educationists to identify areas of concern such as student dis-engagement or those at risk of underachievement. The data can be analysed at school level down to the individual student, allowing the early identification of appropriate interventions. This tool will not only prove vital in improving learning experience but also teaching methodologies.

In a nutshell, as the technological intervention overtakes education community, The City School group also gears up to prepare its citizens for the future. With this investment in education technology today, students will be able to hold jobs of tomorrow as we sculpt them with the aid of AI, virtual learning and more.

 

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Home Students' Creativity

The Mystery

By: Ali Salman Imam from Darakhshan Campus, Karachi

Night had fallen in the land of Azeroth. Shadows appeared everywhere as the streets slowly became empty. It seemed as if everything was peaceful. But this was far from the truth. Suddenly, a scream broke the silence. 3 heads turned towards the direction of the scream and rushed off.

In the darkness of the alley, they came across a horrific sight. A body lying on the ground, in its own pool of blood. It looked as if it had been rotting for quite some time. It had lost an arm and a leg was torn of at the knee. Chunks of the body were missing and the face was stuck in a look of horror and fear.

There was a look of confusion on their faces; “Who could do such a thing?” they wondered. When suddenly, heard a ghostly cackle. They turned to see a ghost, vanishing into the night. They exchanged looks and silently agreed to team up to stop the ghost.

Barot, first of the three; was tall and wore a fighting uniform. He specialized in close combat and a strange power. The second was called Tim. He was about average in appearance, focused on long-range combat and was a powerful sorcerer. Lastly, there was Santen. He looked strong, possessing a mysterious force and specialised in mid-range combat.

They decided to spend their days in gathering more information about ghosts that haunted their land. They were particularly interest in finding out about the malicious ghost. As they flipped history books and newspapers, Tim made an interesting discovery about the “specter”. History suggested that Spector had once terrorized the Azeroth, performing the same evil actions as it was doing currently. They were not sure about Spector’s whereabouts but suspected that it now resided in an alternate dimension.

Determined to stop the evil Spector, they trained day and night. As each improved his abilities and learned to work with each other, they also practiced exorcism. Over the month, the Spector had attacked multiple times, leaving several casualties each time. They knew it was time to stop him, but without mastering the method to exorcise Spector, there could be no advantage as the ghost would know about the resistance. They were however confident in their apprentices and knew in case if they failed, then someone would carry on the mission.

They stocked themselves up on supplies and made a special container to seal the ghost. They bade farewell to their apprentices, wore the invisibility cloak and opened the portal to the ghosts’ dimension. Their eyes were locked on a mysterious castle. Thousands of spirits were floating amidst stood a strange and ghostly castle. They snuck into the castle and made way to the ghosts’ resting place. The three men decided to thin out the ghosts and moved ahead as they exorcised ghost after ghost.

Finally, they reached a dark hallway; in front of them was a sea of dead bodies. They could see the ghost feasting on another body. Enraged, Santen threw a knife at the ghost. It cut of its arm. The ghost turned towards them in surprise, locking his dark gaze at the three men.

The fighters and the ghost charged at each other. The warriors tried their very best to injure and destroy the ghost but every attempt failed. Finally, as they were about to be defeated; they decided to revitalize one more time. Tim continued to injure the ghost with his long-range combat, as Baron went close to exorcise Spector. While Stan helped to keep his warrior brother protected from all the evil attacks. The spirit screeched in agony as it slowly disappeared from this plane of existence.

Ecstatic and relieved, they returned home and were met with a joyful crowd. Apparently, all the Spector victims were brought back to life as their spirits were released from the ghosts’ body. The three warriors lived in peace, protecting the world from all threats and eventually retiring happily.

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A Tribute to My Mother

By  Fatima Maqbool,  Gulshan Campus C, Karachi

To the one who cares,

Listens to me for hours about my fears.

You are the reason behind my rise,

All the beauty I see in your eyes.

You are my protector from birth to death,

I will be your defender till my last breath.

You told me how to fight all battles,

Of the world that I can’t tackle.

You told me how to fly in the sky,

Far away way to high.

Saw your love from my first blink,

If I start writing about you I think I will run out of ink.

Every profession I see in you

There is nothing that you can’t do.

Can’t forget any time,

In which you gave me all the sunshine.

You’ve given me so much,

All the warmth by your single touch.

Thank you for every shoe that you have tied

And thoughtful words that instill pride.

Thanks for all the sweet things that you do,

To help me out all year through.

I am not being sympathetic

And I promise it’s not genetic.

It is not a thank you note

The ship of my expressions float.

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