Students Comments

All the students eagerly awaited to reach Dar-Ul-Sukun. We were very nervous but had been looking forward to this trip for a very long time. The Ever Lasting Spirit Club arranged this trip for us. The members of the club had arranged goodie bags for the special people comprised of candies, biscuits and chocolates wrapped inside with colourful gift papers.

 

Dar-ul-Sukun is the home for the mentally and physically despaired children and adults. On our arrival at the building, we became even more anxious but all these feelings turned into sadness as we entered the building. When we crossed the entrance, we first went into the garden. Our hearts melted when we met those special people. We could not control our emotions and tears trickled down everyone’s face. Reality struck us, we were speechless. Some of us were hiding our tears, while others were hugging each other for consolation. Everyone cried because we realized that all our life we have been complaining about the useless meaningless luxuries that don’t possess and forget about those that we have been blessed with. We realized how absolutely ungrateful we have been that we do not thank Allah for giving us two hands, pair of eyes and feet and also giving us the ability to differentiate between right and wrong.

 

I was taken aback by listening to the gloomy true stories of some of them. Listening to how they were dumped on the footsteps of the building by their own parents is very heartbreaking. It was completely impossible to imagine how parents can do that, but in the end the bitter truth was that all those circumstances were true, no matter how much one wished that they weren’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bisma Ali

It was an honour to have had this opportunity to meet these special people, to listen and see and even try to understand their pain and sorrow. These special people helped us to ponder upon the real important issues in life and to be thankful to Allah for all the blessings He has bestowed upon us and for giving us the things in life that those special people are deprived of.

 

After this eye opening event, I thank my Allah in every breath I take.

 

Bisma Ali

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We played with the children over there and gave them the gifts, and fed those biscuits, chocolates and juices we had brought for them which made them extremely happy. I will never be able to forget one very adorable baby with whom I played. I loved how his sad face lit up with happiness when I tickled him and played with his teddy bear. Honestly, that was the best feeling ever and putting those feelings into words is very difficult. I cannot forget how happy he was and also how ecstatic I was to see his eyes lit up with joy and happiness.

Life as a tenth grader

     

As we enter into the life of a tenth grader, the students of Bay View High School are presented with countless opportunities to nurture their inner talents in order to transform from a curious caterpillar into a butterfly. Tenth grade opens up various avenues for a student in order to explore the vast domain of the real world. 


The students were taken to charitable events as well as recreational sites. This helped us to keep our feet on the ground and taught us to let our hair down while having fun. As we emerged as one of the senior classes, my fellow peers and I were required to step out of our comfort zone and become independent individuals in order to set examples for our juniors. The year was rather eventful and the students of tenth grade were usually engaged in various, amusing activities. However, in the end of the long journey it was not all about fun and games. The time had come when we had to appear for the much awaited Cambridge International Examinations. These infamous examinations had been haunting us for the past year. They were the culmination of all our hard work and effort. 


Grade ten has truly been an insightful, interesting and delightful experience! Our teachers were able to guide us through the ups and downs of the journey, and truly we owe it all to them for making this year memorable. I am glad that i was apart of the tenth grade family, as through the year we have grown closer to one another, and I shall be able to cherish these memories forever! 

 

As we enter into the life of a tenth grader, the students of Bay View High School are presented with countless opportunities to nurture their inner talents in order to transform from a curious caterpillar into a butterfly. Tenth grade opens up various avenues for a student in order to explore the vast domain of the real world. 

The students were taken to charitable events as well as recreational sites. This helped us to keep our feet on the ground and taught us to let our hair down while having fun. As we emerged as one of the senior classes, my fellow peers and I were required to step out of our comfort zone and become independent individuals inrder to set examples for our juniors. 

The year was rather eventful and the students of tenth grade were usually engaged in various, amusing activities. However, in the end of the long journey it was not all about fun and games. The time had come when we had to appear for the much awaited Cambridge International Examinations. These infamous examinations had been haunting us for the past year. They were the culmination of all our hard work and effort. 
Grade ten has truly been an insightful, interesting and delightful experience! Our teachers were able to guide us through the ups and downs of the journey, and truly we owe it all to them for making this year memorable. I am glad that i was apart of the tenth grade family, as through the year we have grown closer to one another, and I shall be able to cherish these memories forever! 

Malaysia Trip

 

Our school has been taking the 10th and 11th graders for foreign trips for years. When I finally got the opportunity to go to Malaysia with my school, i surely could not deny it. This was truly an unforgettable experience in which i got a chance to be independent, and experience life outside my sage haven. Alongside this, I also got a chance to get closer to my friends and teachers, moreover, new friendships were also initiated. This was a great opportunity for seniors and juniors to interact and get along. The trip was one week long, and took place in the second week of October. 
Traveling out of country without family was a different experience. Marry Ritter once said, 'Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living'. Our trip to Malaysia did mould us into mature individuals and taught us about different aspects of the world, which were unaware of. 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 


This was a huge and developed city. We visited numerous sites, including a water park, museums, the King's palace, the famous Aquaria and Twin Towers, etc. However, the best part for me was shopping with my friends. Shopping with best friends in a different country is surely an amazing experience. Living with friends and teachers for a week made us more friendly and taught us how to interact with others in a better way. It also made us patient. These were the best days of our lives, and we would give up anything to visit Malaysia again with the same group of people and teachers. This was an amazing opportunity, and the best foreign trip one can ever go on.


-Ushna Abdul Hameed and Rida Ali Raza 
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After, taking off from Jinnah Airport we reached Sri Lanka, and stayed at the airport for 2 hours before our flight to Malaysia. Upon reaching Malaysia, we were taken for breakfast, soon after which we headed to our resort in Malacca to rest and freshen up. We surely had a big day ahead. Two days later after visiting a carnival, safari, and a water park, we headed to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia. 

“The people you will be meeting are deprived of love,” stated Sir Leslie, as the green bus rolled to a halt outside the pink gates of DarulSukoon.


‘Deprived of love’ the word echoed in my mind. Love is an extremely strong emotion I whispered to my friend as the vehicle halted. Exhaling, I ran out of the humid bus, and followed my teacher into the newly painted, polished building.

 

We were instructed to enter the beautiful garden, adorned with daisies. The blades of grass swayed as the gentle breeze blew across the area. There were colourful benches, and on the far end, there were large black speakers. Lively, feet tapping music filled the air and there was a continuous clamour. The ground was filled with people of different ages; small girls with deformities sat on the rainbow coloured benches while others casually walked on the loose soil. Nervous, and somewhat afraid I approached a small girl sitting in the corner with the crimson bricked wall as her support. She wore a blue shirt, and her hair hung loose over her shoulders. She smiled, when she saw me, and stretched out her hand pointing towards the chocolate biscuits which I had kept in a transparent bag. I crouched, gently handling her one, and felt as though my whole world had lift up as her small eyes glistened once I handed her the shiny packets of treats. I watched her savour the flavours and my lips curved into a smile. In a gentle voice she asked me what my name was.

 

“Come on Rida! Let’s go!” exclaimed my friend as she tugged at my shirt. I wiped away the salty tears, welled up in my eyes and kissed the girl on her soft, sun-kissed cheeks. Her fingers clutched my hand as I got up but I shook them away. It broke my heart walking away from her, but I had no other choice. The girl had an enigmatic personality. As I looked across my shoulder for the last time, I saw her looking at me with a faint smile on her face. My heart brimmed with joy knowing that I was able to make the young girl feel loved, and was as pleased as a punch.


While boarding the hot bus, in which we were packed like sardines, I thought about how thankful and happy the people were despite their deformities and abnormalities. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as I thought about all those times where I had considered myself to be unlucky. It is truly a blessing to be born a healthy human being, and a gift not many have. After visiting DarulSukoon I understood that it is a privilege to be normal and healthy and we must consistently thank God for all the blessings He has showered upon us.

Rida Ali Raza

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“The people you will be meeting are deprived of love,” stated Sir Leslie, as the green bus rolled to a halt outside the pink gates of DarulSukoon.

 

‘Deprived of love’ the word echoed in my mind. Love is an extremely strong emotion I whispered to my friend as the vehicle halted. Exhaling, I ran out of the humid bus, and followed my teacher into the newly painted, polished building.

We were instructed to enter the beautiful garden, adorned with daisies. The blades of grass swayed as the gentle breeze blew across the area. There were colourful benches, and on the far end, there were large black speakers. Lively, feet tapping music filled the air and there was a continuous clamour. The ground was filled with people of different ages; small girls with deformities sat on the rainbow coloured benches while others casually walked on the loose soil. Nervous, and somewhat afraid I approached a small girl sitting in the corner with the crimson bricked wall as her support. She wore a blue shirt, and her hair hung loose over her shoulders. She smiled, when she saw me, and stretched out her hand pointing towards the chocolate biscuits which I had kept in a transparent bag. I crouched, gently handling her one, and felt as though my whole world had lift up as her small eyes glistened once I handed her the shiny packets of treats. I watched her savour the flavours and my lips curved into a smile. In a gentle voice she asked me what my name was.


“R-I-D-A”, I stated in a soft voice. The girl smiled. I asked her what her name was, however, she refused to reply and vigorously shook her head.
 

Spotting the sadness reflecting in her eyes I held her small, bony palm. I was overwhelmed with emotions, and the tears that I had been trying to suppress began flowing down my face. It was bewildering, how despite all the little girl’s flaws, she was beautiful. Her smile grew, pressing her hollow cheeks up, revealing her teeth. Her hunched shoulders and bony stature reflected upon all the hardships she had endured. As I stared at her, I realized I was staring at an angel. She was grateful for all she had and emitted peaceful vibes. I felt safe in her company and forgot about my fellow class-mates.
 

“Come on Rida! Let’s go!” exclaimed my friend as she tugged at my shirt. I wiped away the salty tears, welled up in my eyes and kissed the girl on her soft, sun-kissed cheeks. Her fingers clutched my hand as I got up but I shook them away. It broke my heart walking away from her, but I had no other choice. The girl had an enigmatic personality. As I looked across my shoulder for the last time, I saw her looking at me with a faint smile on her face. My heart brimmed with joy knowing that I was able to make the young girl feel loved, and was as pleased as a punch.
 

While boarding the hot bus, in which we were packed like sardines, I thought about how thankful and happy the people were despite their deformities and abnormalities. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as I thought about all those times where I had considered myself to be unlucky. It is truly a blessing to be born a healthy human being, and a gift not many have. After visiting DarulSukoon I understood that it is a privilege to be normal and healthy and we must consistently thank God for all the blessings He has showered upon us. 

Rida Ali Raza

X-E

 

On Malls of Malaysia

 

Across the light blue sea, the sun’s golden beams fall upon the glass and steel structure of a very famous small. At approximately ten am, when the sun is climbing to its zenith, the mall opens its mouth and welcomes the earnest shoppers. The mall is like a luminous, gleaming gem, hypnotizing the eyes of many and pulling the people towards its jaws.
  

As soon as you enter, the mall swallows you, and the cool air further pulls you in towards the cavernous stomach. The sweaty crowd, fed up of the blazing heat, dash in to cool off and take refuge in the centrally air-conditioned mall. Moreover, lively music from the latest artists blares throughout the huge building. Young teenagers skid happily from one shop to another, while middle-aged men and women walk with a solemn aura, admiring the latest gadgets and designs in different stores. Toddlers and babies are often left in the ball pit where they play to their hearts’ content. Other children, drag their parents into toy stores, begging and pleading  with them to get their desired toy while, the parents slyly look at the price tags and try to coax them away from the maleficent toys.
  

Furthermore, the windows of certain stores are adorned with the latest jewellery and mannequins which are attired in the latest fashions. Flashing lights attract the busy shoppers, and young children press their rosy cheeks against the glass window to admire the displays that have been put up. As soon as sales are announced, the eager and excited shoppers throng towards the shops. Laughter, mixed with moans of tired children tugging at their mothers’ handbags is the trademark of such situations. Maintenance staff is usually seen fixing broken light bulbs or picking up litter dropped by the ignorant shoppers.
   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


   

After a long day of shopping some of the people are found with a book and steaming hot coffee in their hands, in order to ease their body. While a few of the flustered and weary husbands plead their wives to go home, convincing them that the clothes they want to buy are not worth it.
As the sun sinks into the sea of darkness, the crowd dwindles. The blaring music dies down, and the once energetic shoppers walk sluggishly towards their cars carrying heavy bags full of their desired items. The cranky children reluctantly leave the ball pit and are dragged out of the mall. Young teenagers and females are also beckoned by their partners or parents to leave, and the shutters are brought down, securing the valuables inside. The bright lights are dimmed and the stars dance above the mall’s roof as it yawns one last time, allowing the shoppers and shopkeepers to exit, and it retires for the night.

 

Rida Ali Raza

-X-E

The elevators and escalators patiently hold the people, transporting them from the ground to the third floor. Every floor has a distinct smell. From the perfume shops, the sweet smell of jasmine, musk and rose arouse the senses of the shoppers. The food court is further flooded with delicious smells. From the mouth watering aroma of freshly ground coffee to the sizzling oven baked pizza, everyone enjoys the foods which tantalizes and tease their taste buds.