Friendship is a bond,That we must fulfill.

Friendship is the best ship,In which we can sail farther and farther,

With our best friend.Friendship is about sacrifices.

Today I,Then tomorrow is his turn.

Friendship is to help,When someone is in dire hour of need.

Friendship is about sharing.It goes all the way long side by side.

Friendship is about caring.About listening to the other.

After all,Friendship is all about commitment.

And those who fulfill,Their commitments,

Remain friends forever!

M Ali Imran

• The Nature!• Has amends to show us . • And so magnificent and groovy is its law.• The shows of the sun,• And the moon,• Glimmer a new ray of hope,• In the hearts….• That are forlorn and despondent.• Great is the nature’s law.• A new day!• Bright and shiny,• But is filled with…• With challenges and tasks that were different,• From yesterday.• A sigh of relief!• I take.• A sigh that radiates general warmth in me.• A sigh that changes my morose mood for a….• Little while.• Forgotten the rut I belong to,• Now I say again and again,• Great is the nature’s law.• Has amends to show us,• And fill our hearts,• So murky and dismal,• With….

M Ali Imran

She turned to him with tear-filled eyesas shooting stars filled the skies.

in their hearts raced love so fierce,it was bound to blow the winds away.

But the ghastly skies, filled fear in hearts,as wails and screams arose.

But they stood in silence and awe,and for a second time had froze.Alas, the world was at an end,

but they knew their love would remain.So they embraced their final hours together,

Struggling to dismiss their pain.And as the ground shook and swayed,

they held each other close,Soon it all seemed to fade,"Not to fear," I'd say to all,

They had achieved their bliss,But, sadly, their story ended that day,

Ended with a soulful kiss.They held hands tight as ever before,As the Angels took them to their Lord.

Though the world drew them apart,Who knew, their love would portray an art.

Do we own?Or does life own us?To me it is unclear

Is it safe to say that we are safe?Are we lost in translating ourselves?

Or is this merely a bliss?What has changedAnd what has not,

Is still left to be judgedBattles left unfought,Lives left untouched.

Are they blessed?Or are we so?

Uncertain of what is to come,We rush and gush through the daysLooking, not with the slightest clue,

Of where we are to look.So open your eyes

And let it flow,Let your mind become your heart

Take it in and take it out.Subdued in mess,

We strive to changeBut fail to do somehow.It is tough and it is numb

To walk bare feet on snowBut out there is a worldSo pained and broken

Its horrid art portraying a vivid show.And all its performers,

Are Widows and OrphansWho have lost all they have to gain.What more is left for them to fear?

To cry from all the pain?Is it us?

Or is them?Who fail to understand

That Depth is deepAnd deep it cutsInto the very vein

Which carries life among us all,Us all who live in vain…

Ghannia Bokhari Y9-3

Please, everybody, look at me! Today I am six years old, you see!My name is Ammal Ifraem Malik,A strong girl, who drinks a lot of milk!I am a student of PISJ-ES,A School of wisdom, I confess!My birthday is on February 22,A beautiful day, bright & blue!And after this, I won’t be four,Not ever, ever, any more!I won’t be three-or two-or one,For that was when I’d first begun!Now I’ll be SIX a while, and then,I’ll soon be something else again!

Ammal Ifraem Malik (Y-1)

Pleased to meet youGlad to know you

Please come in and let me show you wondrous

Things you've got to seesleeping feet and royal

tea, private kingdoms, camelschools, magic soup, andswimming 'ools, lonely

hippos, dancing ants, andFrankestein! Grab a chair

and have a seat. Hang yourcoat,put up your feet.

Come on in and let me greetyou.Glad to know you.Pleased to meet you.

Aisha Mukhtar Kanwar Y2-1

I fell asleep in class todayas I was awfully bored

I laid my head upon my deskand closed my eyes and

snoredI woke to find a piece of paper

sticking to my face.I'd slobbered on my textbooks

and my hair was a disgraceMy clothes were badly

rumpledand my eyes were glazed and

redMy binder left a three-ring

indentation in my headI slept through class, and

probablyI would have slept some moreexcept my students woke meas they headed out the door

Kulsoom Malik Y3-3

Our teacher's a football fanatic.It's all that he has on his mind.

He listens to games on his headphones, and frets when

his team is behind. He jumps up and down whenthey're winning.He screams

when they fumble a pass. We know we're supposed to be reading,but watching him's simply a gas.Our principal walked in on Friday,and he was too angry to speak.Our

substitute started on Monday.Our teacher's been benched

for a week.

Hasan Kamran (Y6-3)

When I am alone, and quite alone,I play a game,

and it’s all my own, I hide myself,

Behind Myself, And then I try,

To find myself, I hide in the closet,

Where no one can see,

Ayten Hamid (YR-1)

Then I start looking, Around for me,I hide myself,

And look for myself,There once was a shadow,

I took for myself, I hide in a corner,I hide in the bed,

And when I come near me, I pull in my head!

How do you like to go

up in a swing ?

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the

pleasantest thing,

Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over

the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

Rumman Hamid (Y2-2)

Rivers and trees and cattle

and all,

Over the countryside,

Till I look down on the

garden green,

Down on the roof so brown,

Up in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down!

Take out time to work,

It is the price of success.

Take out time to play,

It is the secret of youth.

Take out time to read,

It is the foundation of knowledge.

Take out time to worship,

It is the highway of reverence.

Take out time to help and enjoy friends,

It is the source of happiness.

Take out time to dream,

It takes the soul to the stars.

Hira Amin (Y6-4)

I’m a tree, I stand tall and high,It’s almost as if I could touch the sky,

I’m great for shade and nests for birds,If you need me just say the magic words!

Nitasha Ahmed (Y6-5)

My mother is very kind and loving,She takes care of me very much,

She fulfills my every dreamShe makes me happy all the time,

She is like heaven to me

Irfan Tariq (Y6-1)

Habits are the things you do,That mother says you’re “NOT TO”

Yet you keep on doing them,Because, somehow, you’ve “GOT TO”There’s biting nails…. And sniffing….

And there’s standing on one legAnd leaving all the white stuff,

You find inside your egg.There’s fidgeting… and whistling…

And there’s shuffling with your feet.There’s sucking your lead pencil,

And ‘noising’ when you eat.There’s talking with your mouth full,

And tilting up your chair,Elbows on the table,

And messing up your hair.

There’s throwing stones, and grunting,

And kicking things about,Putting hands in pockets,

When you have to keep them out.

There’s making funny faces,And always saying “eh”…

There are lots of other things as well,

I’m ALWAYS being told!I don’t suppose I’ll ever learn,

Not even when I’m old.Because…. I’ll tell you

something,Honest! It’s quite true!

Half the things that I do…Well! Daddy does them too!

Yamna Khan (Y6-4)

Flowers in the grassland, out in the open,

Trees tower high over the grassy tropics,

Sunshine peering over the tall peaks of evergreen trees,

Nourishing the vegetation of barren cold wasteland,

But in the region of the globe,Some grow fighting through the best,

And go on without rain,Bravo for the ones, who grow with

content,But everybody is in a war for survival,

Burning, destroying is all we do,To the innocent,

The innocent children of Mother Nature.

The beautiful blooming flowersGrowing near places

Where there are many water showersDecorating the spacesWhere there is sand

But nothing else.Nobody ever touched this landBut now a beautiful smell tells

That this land is beautifulWith many butterflies

And it’s colorfulBecause of flowers growing for miles.

If flowers weren’t on this earthIt would be nothingBut a ball of dirt…

Maria Suhail (Y6-4) Eisham Sarmad (Y6-4)

Success is a journeyWith obstacles many

Great mountains of sorrow To be crossed for a happier

tomorrowHere hard work is a needAnd is also success’s seed

Not every poor man is a beggar,

Not every beggar an old man,For you, in this world, in timeWould see a beggar of every

shape and size.’‘Young man, listen, this is my

advice,You must learn to be less

hasty and more wise,And learn to keep open those

eyes,For once closed they might

never recognize,A little wisdom in board

daylightMaimoona Saleem (Y6-4) Saifullah Latif (Y11-1)

I love my mother,who calls me honey,

I love my father,who brings me money.

I love my mother,who sews and cooks,

I love my father,who brings me books,

I love my mother,Who makes curry,I love my father,

for being a buddy

Danial Imran (Y6-1) Usama Tila Khan (Y6-2)

As it rains, the ocean growsI can see the crying crows;

The flowers smileAnd the leaves laugh;

The trees danceAnd the rocks fight;

Mountains take a bathAnd volcanoes vomit lava;

The roofs singAnd the winds cry

The man who wants a garden fair

Or small or very bigWith flowers growing here

and thereMust bend his back and digWhat ever we want of any

worthWe’ve got to work to gain

It matters not what goal you seek

Its secret here reposesYou’ve got to dig from week

to weekTo get results or roses.

Osama Fareed

Anger in its time and place

May assume a kind of grace

It must have some reasoning

And not last beyond a minute

If to further lengths it goes

It goes in to let malice grow

In the cold or in the warmMean him good or mean

him harmWhosoever fate may

bring youThe vile snake will always

sting you.

You didn’t always show it,But I know that you care.If

I’d ever need you,I know you’d be there.

Sohaib Khalid (Y5-2)

The time of summer was full of joys,But school

started, time to pack our toys.Then the business of

the year did befall,The work I did, brought in my

hand, apain.The work which teachers gave us all,Drove me partially insane.From time to time there were

activities,Like Sports days, field trip and Spelling Bees.

Maria Sohail (Y6-4)

My perfect sister holds me tight,My perfect

sister kisses me goodnight,My perfect sister knows when I’m mad My perfect sister

helps me when I’m sad.Elaf Aziz (Y3-3)