Paragraph writing. By Syed Arbaaz Ahamad


It was a hot summer day, my cat and I went to the beach. I could see the bright golden sand which was dazzled in sunlight making the sand sparkle like a thousand mini jewels. I could see the different sizes and shapes of the seashells scattered across the sand. I could smell salt water and the distinct smell of fish. There were many shops at the beach, where they sold many different items from a silver little bell to a pure diamond earring. The atmosphere of the beach felt peaceful and relaxing.

Sort Paragraph Writing. By Ahmad Raja


Mama and papa had left the house for quite a while now. 

I don’t know where they went, but I had been told by my guardian; Otis, that they are with the angles, and the angles are taking great care of them.

But my class fellows at school say that I am never going to meet mama and papa again, they make me sad.

There are some blocks of concrete In front of the cathedral which the elders call ‘tombstones’. They are standing upright and they have mama and papa’s names on them, so whenever I miss mama and papa, Otis takes me there and tells me to say anything I want to tell mama and papa here because they can hear me from there, maybe there is a phone in the concrete tombstones. I must say, technology has advanced quite a lot.

Today, it’s been a year that mama and papa are not home, and Otis made me wear a black coat over a white shirt with a red bow tie and a black pant with shiny black shoes.

He was taking me to the cathedral and as we neared, the sound of the choir became louder and louder.

As we were about to enter, the iron bar windows of the cathedral were entangled by ivy climbing up the walls and I thought, what if the windows die by the strangling, but Otis said that iron is very strong unlike humans and cannot be strangled by such weak plants.

Otis made me stand on a cross on the ground and told me that I have become a big boy now and that I should know the truth now.

I couldn’t wait what Otis had to tell me, the excitement made adrenaline rush through my veins.

“I am really sorry for your loss Owen and I am really sorry that I have to tell you this, but you have to know or else it could cause problems later on. Mama and papa died in a car crash last year….” Said Otis in an emotional and heartbreaking voice.

All the adrenaline had vanished, my sight became blurry, I fell down by this shock and my eyes were flooded by tears. I had realised that I am a big boy now.

Home Alone. By Minahil Malik


My beauty sleep getting interrupted for the sixth time this week. Staring at that ball of fire, crackling with light and  giving it a pep talk on why it keeps on interrupting my sleep but it never seems to listen or respond back. Maybe, it doesn’t speak my language; whatever the case is it needs to stop, it’s seriously starting to piss me off at this point.

Stretching my paws and taking a big yawn, I stepped out of my castle and retrieved down stairs in search of my human, which by the way, I might add, keeps on calling me Olive. My name is Mitch, and we’ve had this argument many times but she never seems to cope up so, I let her call me “Oliver”. Snapping my neck left to right I found no signs of her, even her scent wasn’t there. 

“Human!” I meowed. “Human!” I meowed again. Gosh! Where is that girl? I swear if there’s no food in my bowl I’m turning this place upside down. Searching the whole house for the servant that works for me, it was time for me to take control of this household and for things to go my way. 

Jumping on the counter and deliberately knocking things over; I looked at the broken glass scattered all over the place. “Oops”, I said to myself. I wonder how that happened.

Twitching up my nose, the smell of good old tuna started filling up my nose and soon enough, I was using my paws to open up this damn cupboard and after working years on it, the old thing opened but caused all the tuna cans to drop all over the floor. It was like a tuna swimming pool! 

Looking at the shelf and the floor back and forth,”well, more for me!” I exclaimed to myself. I mean what’s the worst that can happen? She can’t return me back to the shelter, can she?!

Q) Explain how Barack Obama presents his experience of seeing his father through the eyes of his classmates. By Ali Ul Qudur


The title of this passage is, ‘Barack Obama’s Autobiography’. This title immediately shows the reader that this text is an account written by Barack Obama himself in the form of an autobiography.

The structure of this autobiography comprises mostly short paragraphs with five lines or less and the writer has used many quotations throughout the autobiography. An example could be of “My grandfather, see, he’s a chief”. This entertains the reader and makes them believe the writer’s point as this is a type of technique which makes the reader think that the incidents in the passage were not fabricated. Also in the sentence structure, the writer has used a variety of sentence structures. The most prominent ones are simple and compound sentences like ‘As the words tumbled out of my mouth, and I felt the boys readjust to me…’. This shows the reader that the writer is narrating an incident and has summarised it into a long sentence. This creates an effect as the reader understands the writer’s point. Also, the writer has organised the autobiography in such a way that the reader enjoys reading it as the order of incidents is very convincing.

Secondly, the purpose of this passage is to inform the reader and so that the reader is aware of the challenges in Barack Obama’s life. Apart from the challenges, in the end, he is also proud as his father was called to his school to explain the life of people in Kenya, Africa. However, this is also entertaining as the writer mentions that his father explained Kenya very beautifully. The writer writes ‘ describing the deep gash in the earth where mankind had first appeared’. This is entertaining and informative at the same time because the reader gets to understand the incidents which took place in Obama’s life and is entertained by how the writer has beautifully described the incident.

Furthermore, the language is slightly formal but colourful as the writer uses words like      ‘deep gash’ to describe the soil and ‘ thick oak desk’ which also describes a desk which may have been ordinary. It is slightly informal as there are a lot of quotations which are casual conversations between the friends. An example could be of ‘ cause the tribe is full of warriors’. The writer could have fabricated the autobiography by switching ‘ cause’ with ‘ because’ but he did not which is very interesting and grabs the reader’s attention. This does not make the passage boring.

Moreover, the Style of this passage is narrative as the writer explains the incidents of a day when his father was called. An example can be of the quotations which are generously used in the passage and when the writer writes about when his father came up and described the challenges Kenyans faced and their lifestyle. This results in the reader to be more engaged and develops interest as Obama is an influential figure. So, narrating incidents with quotations is a very convincing technique.

Moving on, the writer has also used many figures of Speech like ‘Words tumbled out of my mouth’ which is a personification and could be an idiom as it doesn’t make sense. Since this gives an inanimate object of human characteristics, it engages the reader and entertains him. This makes the reader realise that the passage is not bland and that he would like to carry on reading.

Also, This passage has incorporated many rhetorical questions like ‘What about after that?’ and ‘I mean, will you go back and be a prince?’. Even Though these questions are not being asked by the writer to the audience, it still is very effective as the writer can fully convey his message and his thoughts later on by answering them. Also, the reader develops interest as they build up curiosity and want to get the respective answers.

Continuing, the writer has used pathos and has emotionally engaged the writer as he wants the reader to be affected by what he says and wants the reader to feel the author’s feelings. He says ‘ I couldn’t imagine worse news’, ‘i spent that night…trying to suppress thoughts of the inevitable’ and ‘ Each time I remembered, my body squirmed’. This entertains the reader as he gets to understand the writer’s feelings at that specific moment in time. Many writers may also emotionally relate.

In conclusion, the writer has successfully narrated the incidents of his life in the form of an autobiography and has still managed to entertain the reader by using many techniques and colourful words which entertain the reader and make him greedy to read more.

Paragraph Writing. By Ahmad Raja


Everyone is a dreamer.

An actor is a dreamer, a dreamer who dreams to be someone he is not but that dream makes him take a sheet over the reality that he is. A creator, also a dreamer, a dreamer who dreams of people, of situations, of things, of world’s, of fiction.Same with a swimmer. He doesn’t not think, he dreams of winning every competition and turns the dough to bread. A dough which is meant to be heated just right, or else the pressures and stress would burn him alive. One not heated by the fire would always be an immature dreamer, but the one heated just right, would make dreams come true.

Why I came to School. By Hamid Irfan


It was a stone cold February morning. My fantasy filled dreams were interrupted by my alarm clock ringing louder than an air-raid siren. I drowsily turned it off and proceeded to climb out of bed. As soon as my toes touched the freezing cold floor, I jumped back into bed, wrapped myself up in my blanket and vowed not to get out again.         

My peaceful sleep was once again interrupted but this time, it was not by an alarm clock but instead the sound of my mom storming into the room. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t in a particularly pleasant mood. She gave me a never-ending lecture on being lazy and when I glanced at the clock, I jumped out of my socks when I saw that it was 7:45 AM. I begged my mother to let me stay home and attend online school instead but she would not hear of it.         

I presented my mother with an entire speech on the dangers of driving fast when one is in a hurry and the advantages of being able to sit in front of my laptop in my bed and attend classes while staying happy and warm, but the one single word she uttered which was dreaded by every child extinguished the spark of hope in my heart. All she said was “NO!” and then walked away from the room. I heard her saying “If you’re not downstairs in the next two minutes then there will be no breakfast for you.”         

The thought of a warm ‘Aloo Paratha’ made my eyes light up and I quickly got dressed and glided down the stairs, but only to realise that the warm ‘Aloo Paratha’ had been replaced by a soggy omelette and a glass of milk.           Sitting in the car, the only thought that came to my mind was, “Why did I come to school?” We could get the same education online, eat luxury meals for breakfast and stay in our pyjamas all day.” These thoughts did not ease my despair and all I could do was remorse in my own sadness.


Q. Describe (a moment of) madness. By Tooba Hashmi


I heard a scream.
A scream so chilling, it was like music to my ears. It was the sound of water trickling down a stream. It was the sound of birds chirping early in the morning. It was the sound of the pages of your favorite book flipping as you read on. It was peace. It was affection. It was beauty. 
A low rumble of laughter escaped my own throat as I thought about the irony, and that’s when I opened my eyes. 
Children playing, running around, giggling, having not a care in the world was what I was met by. They sprinted across a field of lush green grass, which was almost blinding because of its vibrance. The ocean, which was apparently the sky, spread out behind them, threatening to swallow them whole while tricking them by it’s faux sense of security.
Then a new air reached my nose. No, it was a smell. Death. It was the smell of death. It was the smell of rotting flesh. It was the smell of fear. 
Yes, it was blood.
And surely, when I looked back, the small balls of joy were covered, rather dripping, in a crimson red substance. Little purple spots littered their tiny bodies, wounds as some would call them, while rather long openings exposing their striking pink flesh, with a soothing white of bone to complement the colour scheme, hung out. 
Tears dripped down their soft, flushed cheeks, as they still chuckled, but the turmoil could be seen in their lovely, round eyes, as they desperately searched for an escape. 
I could almost taste their pain. I chewed on it. I crunched their pleas for help between my teeth. I swallowed their innocence. I digested any hope they had left. 
And so, came forth the feeling. That indescribable sensation that spread through my body. 
It was madness.
And madness was magnificent. Madness was fulfilling. Madness was satisfaction. Madness was content. Madness was bliss. 
Drunk on this delight, I blinked again, only to be greeted by the dreary walls of my cell. 

Describe (a moment of) madness. By Ahmad Raja


(Searching for something in the river)

“GOLD GOLD GOLD!”, Screamed Hajaturian  

Hajaturian couldn’t control his excitement, his happiness, his emotions.

Hands splashing on the water made water droplets fly up in the air and the sunlight which was coming on his face was refracted by the happy water droplets which made tiny rainbows on Hajaturian’s beautiful face,having two hazel eyes looking like the world’s most beautiful and priceless gems by the sun’s rays traveling in. 

His beautiful big smile surrounded by his blackish white beard had become a safe haven for the water droplets, the droplets which didn’t want to go back in the river, wanted to stay out and see the outer world, to see and feel Hajaturian’s emotions, the reason for his excitement.

“What a madman.”, Giggled the handful of people around Hajaturian who were volunteers assisting him just for his joyful company.

“GOLD!”, They also screamed.

Laughter and screams of people screaming ‘gold’ had taken over the environment.

A mad yet lovely environment was made by this.

Just imagine a scene of a movie in slow motion, people splashing water, having huge smiles on their faces, laughing and hugging each other, everyone kissing Hajaturian’s cheeks and praising him.

Making snow angels in the flowing river.

A fate changing moment, a moment of love, a moment or madness. 

Q) How has the writer of the text used style and language to convey meanings. By Daim Jafree


The text is called Getting lost, and it’s been written by Matt Inman. The text is about the author’s weekend getaway, and as such it’s been written with the structure of a first person narrative. The text has an amalgamation of language, with the first half having predominantly very descriptive, and objective language. In the second half the writer uses openly emotive language. This particular use of the writers language was done so that the emotion he displays in the latter half of the passage would be more enhanced due to the sudden switch in the style, and because the first half of the passage is so descriptive it really allows you to see what the writer was seeing so that later on you can understand why he felt a certain way. The audience for this passage is quite general, but you could say that it is of greater interest to travel enthusiasts because of the stark similarities between his account and a travel review. The toe of the passage makes an uncharacteristic twist, the passage starts off with a very monotone style, then when the writer starts talking about the lessons they learnt they suddenly move to a tone of frustration, and hindsight where they also highlight the positives of their trip. This tone switch makes it so the reader feels more engaged when the writer starts talking about the lessons learnt, in a fashion where it seems like the writer purposely made the first half a bit more dreary so that the latter half hits you with a huge metaphorical ‘bang.’

There is a sense of irony in the text, as it starts off with the writers unassuming attitude with them saying,” focusing on the book was difficult…” then moving to a situation that incites panic,for example, “ as the rain began to pick up, i kept wandering the streets, with only a general idea of where i was going.” The transition from the writers privileged and nonchalant attitude where his biggest problem was not being able to read a book, to him being stranded in a foreign country whose language he does not speak is quite the spectacle. Irony creates a sense of amusement and tension for the audience that keeps them engaged.

The writer makes an intriguing style change at the end, where he starts looking back in this introspective, and retrospective manner, for example,” Travel has taught me to relish the times when things don’t go as planned.” He starts being philosophical and he purposely does this because coming into this text you did not expect a life lesson, and because of the very nature of a life lesson it makes the passages ending extremely impactful and unforgettable, to the effect that you would be thinking about it for a substantial while after the first read through

The writer’s use of language is very informal, for example words and phrases like,” And plus, go with the flow, I thanked the universe for cell phones.” This use of informal language makes the reader feel comfortable and relaxed while reading the passage, this technique has its own way of generating interest, if the text is always intense it leads with the reader being exhausted with the length of the tension with no respite, whereas in this case the text ends up being more tranquil while reading. This ultimately ends up giving more impact to the ending as well due to the unexpected shift from informal to introspective.

The text has a combination of short and long sentences. For example, “ i hopped on the bus and tried to relax with a book” and, “when you allow yourself to go……. gone to perfection.” This mixture of sentences is extremely important for this passage specifically, longer sentences allow you to add more detail whereas shorter ones make the message short and concise. This passage has a seemingly purposeful monotone beginning and for that reason keeping the readers engaged solely lies on the structure and length of the sentences so that the reader does not get bored, and the writer uses them immaculately. 

The writer uses alliteration like “fact frustrated.” Alliteration allows for the reader to feel emphasis on a certain point because subconsciously we have a recognition of rhythms and patterns, and alliteration do just that, it also allows for sentences to flow more smoothly on the tongue, and overall enhance the experience of the reader.

In conclusion, this text is about the experience of the writer who got lost in Korea and had to contend with all sorts of things not going his way. Then the writer moves on to how this exact innate spontaneity in travelling is the reason that he loves it so much and that its like a representation of life.