My First Flight By Airplane

Two years ago I had a chance to fly in an aeroplane. Before I made up my mind to do so. I was very nervous. I feared that sorts of accidents might happen on the way. I thought that the engine might burst and the machine come down with a crash. Sometimes I was afraid that the pilot might make a mistake and I have to pay for it with my life. All these and other misgivings troubled me before I got into the airplane.

Soon after I had seated myself there, the sound of the engines rose to a roar as moved off, and gradually its speed. Then it was with a feeling of surprise I noticed that the ground was at some distance beneath me. As the plane went higher and higher up in the air, a strange sensation ran through my body. Soon, the motion was easy. The fear which overtook me at the time of flight was no more in my heart. Now I was quite bold in the air.
This does not mean that I felt the worse for it. I felt as comfortable in the aeroplane as I used to feel in my car. I felt no sense of insecurity. It did not occur to me even for a moment that my life could ever be in danger. The machine flew as smoothly in the air as a boat glides down a peaceful stream.

When the plane was at sufficient height, I looked through the pane of window. The earth seemed to be “falling off” from us. The big buildings looked like small spots of beauty. The sky was clear. Its Line colour added to its beauty. Everything looked new and strange. Men and women seemed to be like so many Lilliputians creeping here and there.

Vast unending fields lay before me. But one could never know what was grown there. Big trees and bushes appeared very small and the waving corn seemed to be nothing but small grass. Once we flew over the river. It was very big and mighty but it appeared to be like a thread of water.

But the most beautiful thing was the scene around me. One saw nothing but was surrounded by pure air. Occasionally one saw clouds floating here and there. Sometimes one felt as if one was like a bird flying in the air. I felt how powerful man was. He had conquered nature. He had won victory even over the air. After some time the machine began to glide downward.



We flew over the roofs of many houses. At one place we were very near the roof and I felt that we were going to touch it. After flying for a long time in the air, we at last touched the earth. The journey was so pleasant and comfortable that I can never forget it.

A Street Accident

It was a fine afternoon. People were in a cheerful mood all around, there were songs, laughter and mirthful noises on all sides.

I was proceeding to Saddar in my scooter. My younger brother was with me. When we were near Publicity we heard the noise of a collision between two cars. Instantaneously there was a scream of the people around. They rushed to the spot of occurrence and encircled the two cars. They were in an agitated mood and were about to attack the two drivers. Angry words, sharp comments and even filthy, abuses were hurled at them. They would have been killed outright if the police had not come up and saved them.

When both the cars moved a bit backward a most pathetic scene came to our sight. A woman in rags were found lying unconscious with wounds and blood all over her body. By her side was a mass of flesh. When interrogated by the police, one of the drivers related as follows.

The woman with her baby in arms was crossing the road. The number of swiftly passing vehicles on her right and left was too large. So she felt nervous and was about to run: At this time, both the cars came from opposite directions and she fell in between the two. In order to save her, they pressed their brakes, but in vain. There was a head on collision between the two cars. So she, with her body fell on the ground. She got serious wounds all over her body and the baby was reduced to a mass.


The woman was immediately removed to the hospital for treatment. It is not known whether she survived the shock.

An Incident Of My Life

Once I took a journey from Karachi to Quetta by the night train. When I got into the compartment, I little knew that the journey would produce an important incident in my life. I was feeling gay and happy and never knew that I would have to pass through a very critical situation at about mid-night. I was travelling in first class and so there were only a few passengers in the compartment. All went on well for some time. I enjoyed their company but at a particular station they all got down.

At about one O’ clock I found to my great dismay that I was all alone in the compartment. When the train was about to start, a young smart lady entered the compartment. She devised a very clever plan of unburdening me of my money and involving me in a trouble which would have ruined my whole career. She now approached me and threatened that if I did not at once hand over to her the whole of money I had, she would raise a hue and cry and give out to the people that I had robbed her. This threat of hers almost stunned me. I was at my wit’s end. I thought hard and at last hit upon a clever plan of getting out of the unexpected trouble. I presented that I was not only dumb but deaf also. I gave the impression that I did not follow what she was saying. I requested her to express herself in writing. This had a visible effect on that woman. She felt that her plan was succeeding. She very gladly wrote that if I did not give all the money I had with me she would pull the chain and give out to the people that I had robbed her. Having got this in writing from her I made haste to pull the chain. The train stopped. The engine driver and the guard came to the compartment and asked what the matter was. The woman, clever as she was, burst out admist sobs that I, a deaf and dumb fellow, had robbed her of a thousand rupees. All present there seemed to believe in her story.

In the mean time, the railway police constable had arrived. I told them all that the woman was a terrible cheat and that I had pulled the chain in self-defense. I narrated the whole fact and produced the piece of writing given by the woman. Now the woman turned pale and stood convicted of her own villainy. She was arrested and handed over to the railway police. It was in this way that I came out safe from the terrible incident which would have ruined me.


Railway travelling requires great caution. Sometimes a grave situation arises which ought to be handled with great care.

A House On Fire

It was on the 7th of November that a fire broke out in a big house. The house was situated in one of the most crowded lanes of the city. It had three storeys and many rooms. It is said that about six families were occupying this house.

The fire started on the second floor, and soon spread to all parts, of the building. Many causes were given for the outbreak of the fire. One gentleman said that the fire had been left burning in the fire-place, near which was lying a piece of cloth. The piece of cloth caught fire, and burnt for a while. Afterwards a pile of wood, which was also lying near caught fire. The fire which had at first been a tiny flame developed into a big blaze. It touched the rafters of the roof, and gradually spread over the windows and other parts of the house. The worst thing was a strong wind blowing at that time. This fanned the flames till the houses in the neighborhood also came very near catching the fire.

At that time cries of lamentation went up from the house. Babies screamed, women wailed, and men shouted for help. Some neighbors were very good, and tried to bring the fire under control at once. The fire brigade soon arrived, and was able to get the flames down in about an hour and a half.

Much damage was done to the building. Most of it was nothing but a heap of ashes, but some parts of it escaped utter destruction. The inhabitants of the house also lost much. Their clothes and furniture were burnt to ashes, and much valuable property had been lost. The whole loss was estimated at five million rupees. It is said that the building was not insured against fire. If that had been done, the owner would have been able to recover his loss.


While the house was on fire, one gentleman showed much courage. It is true that all the inmates were able to escape with much difficulty. But one boy was reported to be missing. He was about thirteen years old, and was reading in a school. All his people became very anxious when they found that he had not been rescued from the fire. At this a gentleman, who was a P.T.I, in a school, made up his mind to save him from there flames. The way in which he scaled the burning walls of the house was very remarkable. Many a time he was very near being burnt to death, but he avoided the fire with much cleverness. At last he reached the second storey of the building. He found that cries were coming from one of the rooms. He went inside that room, and found the boy in much distress. The sight of this gentleman filled the boy with hope, and he at once rushed towards him. The teacher carried him on his back. It was wonderful how he climbed down the wall again. As he came down in the street everybody felt very happy, and the parents thanked him again and again.
A Dacoity

Last year a daring dacoity was committed at the house of a rich landlord, in my village. It was at about midnight when eight dacoits armed with pistols and swords entered the village. The village watchman saw them but dared not stop them. He was so frightened that he ran away at their sight and hid himself in his house. Finding no one check their progress, they made straight for the house of the landlord. The landlord was out of station. He had gone to a neighboring village on an important piece of business. Only his wife with a little boy and two servants was in the house. Six of the deposits ascended the roof of the house by means of a ladder. While two of them watched outside the house. They jumped into the courtyard from the roof and at once covered the two servants with their pistols. They were so much frightened that they could not even raise a hue and cry. They stood dumb like statues.

The dacoits now entered the room where the wife of the landlord was lying asleep. “Tell us where the keys of the safes are, or the sword shall put an end to your life,” threatened all of them. But this lady would not tell them anything. She persistently told them that she had no keys with her, but they would not believe her. At last they broke open the safes and got possession of all the jewellery and cash they could find, and ran off with their booty.
It was long after they had gone out of the village that the servants ran out of the house, raised a hue and cry and awakened the sleeping villages. But the villagers dared not pursue the gang of armed robbers at night. They ran to the nearest police station and reported of the dacoity. The loss was estimated at Rs.100,000 cash and jewellery worth some 75,000 rupees. Fortunately, there had been no loss of life.

The cause of the dacoity was simply the enmity of the dacoits with the landlord who had in a certain case given evidence   against them.  Finding the landlord away, they had come to wreak vengeance upon him by plundering his house.


The police made a thorough investigation into the matter and were able to trace all the culprits after a hard search for six months. All of them were tried and sentenced to several years rigorous imprisonment. The landlord, however, could get back only half of his lost property.

A Drowning Accident

It was a village fair. A large crowd of people had come to the river-side. Some went there to have a bath; others merely to see the fair. There were some who wished to have some boating exercise. In this way thousands of people had assembled there.

The river was not in flood that day, though the water was muddy. But still it was very deep. There were some places, which were thought to be especially dangerous. Several boards had already been put at those places to warn the people off. It was also rumored that the river was infested with crocodiles and alligators. It had been given out that a few days before a person had been carried off by an alligator.

Still the people went there in large numbers to bathe. Standing on the bank, one could see all kinds of bathers. There were some who went no more than a few steps from the bank of the river, and took their bath only in knee deep water. There were others who went a little farther. The water reached only up to their breast. These people never stayed more than a few minutes in the water. They took a dip or two in the water and then came out. There were some who knew how to swim. Such people ventured as far as the middle of the stream. Sometimes they dived in the water also. There were two or three practiced swimmers, who swam across the river. These people seemed to be natives of this village. They did not seem to feel the force of the current or the coldness of the water.

But one of these persons met with a strange fate. He swam across the river twice with lusty strokes to the admiration of everybody. But after some time, it seems his strength began to fail. He began gradually to sink. No body seemed to take any notice of him. Everybody thought that he was only diving in water. After some time he cried faintly, “Help, help”. Then the people realized that the gentleman was drowning, and at once some people in boats rushed to the spot and discovered the dead body.


It was a tragedy, because the young man left a widow and two small sons behind.

The Postman

Who does not know the postman? He is a familiar person in every village and town of Pakistan. He is dressed in ‘khaki’ and carries a big leather bag over his left shoulder. He always carries a pen with him.

What does his leather bag contain? It has letters, ordinary as well as registered, money orders, insured letters, and small parcels. It contains all his money as well as postcards and envelopes that he sometimes sells.

The postman is a very active and energetic person. He is a model of punctuality and regularity. Whether it be rain or sun, summer or winter, he goes about delivering letters and paying money orders to the addressees. To him the rich and the poor are alike. He is as much the servant of the poor as of the rich.

The postman is known to everybody and they all like him. He knows the merchant who is waiting for a letter from a big market town. He is familiar with the schoolmaster who is expecting a favorable report on his work from the Inspector of Schools. A widow waits for him anxiously because she expects some money from her son, working in a town factory, and the old wife is very anxious to see him because she expects a letter from her ailing son-in-law.

The postman is a very honest person. His pay is very small but he handles a lot of money everyday. He, however, never tries to cheat others. Whatever the amount one has to receive from him, he pays him to a pie. Sometimes some people give him a little tip and he accepts the same very gratefully. He, however, never asks for it himself and never grumbles if he is not given any.


The postman is a very useful person, but his work is not very easy. He has to walk long distances to do his duty. At the same time, he enjoys no holiday. Everybody takes rest on Sunday, but the postman has to do his duty even on that day. Sometimes it rains so heavily that people do not want to stir from their houses, but even at such a time the postman goes about doing his duty delivering the letters. Perhaps no other man is more welcome to people than the postman.
A Policeman

A policeman is a useful public servant. He is paid from the government treasury. He is smart and active. He serves the public. Without him no government can run.

Like the postman he has a uniform. It consists of khaki pant, black colored shirt, and a cap. Round his waist there is a leather belt. He wears well polished boots. A traffic police uses white uniform.

The duty of the police is to keep order and see that the law is obeyed, to bring the offenders to book, to prevent crimes and arrest criminals and to protect life and property. This he does sometimes at the risk of his own life. At dead of night, when everybody is fast asleep, you can hear his whistle or the sound of his footsteps. He puts check on unpleasant accidents. Thieves and evil-doers are afraid of his name. He has also other duties to perform, such as controlling the traffic in city streets. He is also a spy.

To most of us it may seem strange that people obey so tamely a single policeman who does not in any way differ from them in physique and appearance. When at crossroads he puts up his hand on the road, carriages and motorcars must stop. When he arrests a man, the man generally obeys although he knows that the policeman is unarmed and is not in any way stronger than he. The reason for this is that the single policeman stands for the government and has all the force of law behind him. People are not afraid of the strength and physical power of the policeman they are afraid of the great power of the law that he stands for.

So it is that a handful of policemen are able to control large crowds consisting of millions of people, to keep order and peace in the cities, and protect our life an a property from the hands of criminals.

A Policeman in Pakistanis the last educated person. He knows no courtesy, no politeness, no sympathy with people in distress, no kindness, no good humor. He is very cruel in his attitude towards the ignorant villagers. He is very corrupt. It tortures the innocent and let’s go the guilty. People have lost all faith in the police.


The policeman is an extremely important part of the Government machinery. He should be recruited from among the educated class and his pay should be increased.
A Bus Conductor

A bus conductor is a useful public servant. One comes across a bus conductor at least twice or thrice a day .Wherever buses run, we can see the bus conductor.

A bus conductor has a typical appearance. His dress is always shabby. A leather bag hang by his left shoulder. Though he is an ordinary person, yet he is very important for the society. He comes in touch with everybody and so he is familiar to all.

A bus conductor is all powerful in the bus. He gives one pull and the bus comes to a stop; two smart pulls on the bell and it must start. He exercises full control over the passengers. It is wonderful to see that he alone tackles such a large number of passengers with great authority. He delays a bus when it is not full.

Generally a bus conductor in Karachi’s not a well behaved person. He is very rude and rough in his behavior with the travelling public. He moves freely pushing and pulling the passengers to and fro in order to accommodate more and more passengers. Sometimes he leads the bus to a point of suffocation. No one dares to challenge him.

Despite his personal defects, a bus conductor is a hard-working person. He looks always busy. He announces the entire route of the bus at every bus stop shouting at the top of his voice. It is really a hard job to issue tickets to so many passengers. He counts the change quickly and issues the right ticket to the passenger. He works very hard and his duty hours are often very long. A bus conductor is not a well-paid person, yet he earns a lot through his commission from his employer and sometimes by foul means.


We should acknowledge the services of a bus conductor. He is treated as an out-caste. A bus conductor is often blamed for his rude and rough behavior. But there is no such system in our country which may govern our social civilities.
The Street Hawker

The street hawker is seen here, there and everywhere. He is a familiar figure in our street. He is seen particularly near schools, at fairs, corners of road or railway stations. He hawks his wares at places which are visited by public.

A street hawker deals in things of daily use. These consist of vegetables, fruit, cloth, utensils, sweets, ice-cream parched grams, toys etc. He does not cover his wares. He keeps them in such a way that one can see them at a glance. He moves from street to street. He hawks his articles at the top of his voice.

Hawkers are cunning. They know well how to attract a school boy, a villager or a passerby. He rings his bell in a peculiar manner. He cries in a strange and sweet manner. Sometime he makes his own songs and sings them in a funny way. He makes impressive movements of his body. He succeeds to gather a large crowd. As soon as a crown gathers round him, his articles sell like hot cakes.

The street hawker brings good to our door. Thus he does us a good service. But he is not honest. He over-changes his young customers. He sells stale and second-hand things. Despite his dishonesty he serves us. He comes to our street in the burning heat of the sun and in the severe cold weather. When we cannot go out to buy anything, they are there in our serve us. A street hawker does not aim at a big turn-over or large profits. He wants to make a plain living out of his sales.

The Municipal Authority should make rules of cleanliness for him. A hawker should be asked to keep his goods covered with a piece of cloth. His articles should be tasted now and then by the Health Officer.


 The street hawkers are very popular among the women and children in big cities. While, purchasing anything them one should be very careful.
 Life Of A Nurse

A nurse is a very useful member of the society. She does not lead an easy-life. It is hard and often tiresome.

A nurse has to attend the hospital from early morning While on duty, she wears white apron. She has to perform numerous duties. She records the temperature of the different patients in their respective charts. Then she prepares medicines and administers them to different patients. She also gives injections to some patients. When the doctor comes for the usual round in the ward she has to accompany him. She supplies necessary information about each patient to the doctor and carries out his order. She always remains, busy in one way or the other.

She has to help the surgeon in operation theatre. This is a duty of great responsibility. At this lime she must be very active and careful. At every moment she has to look to the needs of the surgeon.  A slight mistake on her part brings the surgeon’s wrath upon her.

 The atmosphere in which she works is neither pleasing nor encouraging. She hears the cries of the sick and wounded. She sees patients dying. While their relatives weep bitterly. All these make her sad. But gradually she gets used to them. But if she has the true spirit of a nurse, she finds her life interesting. She gives comfort to the patients. She feels happy when a patient is cured. Out of respect she is addressed as “Sister” by all. Infect, she is the “Sister of Mercy”. Compared to her services, her salary is poor.


Nursing is a noble profession. Even in the days of the Holy Prophet (Peace be upon him) we hear the name of Hazrat Ghifaria who was a very good nurse. She also accompanied the Holy Prophet (Peace be upon him) in the Battle of Khyber. We hear of another name Hazrat Rafaida, who was also a very competent nurse. In the modern times the name of Florence Nightangle stands very prominent as a nurse. But it pity that in our society a, nurse is looked down upon.
The Snake Charmer

Who has not seen the snake-charmer He is generally clad in dirty and torn clothes. His feet are very often bare. He has big earrings in his ears. He wears a turban, which is generally yellow. He is a wild and fierce-looking person, muscular and strong. He has bright eyes, rough hair, and a loud voice. He always carries on his shoulder a basket, in which are kept snakes, cobras, and other deadly vipers. He has also a vina, which is made of a gourd hollowed from within. This is furnished with holes which serve as stops. He blows his breath into this flute, and produces a sweet sound by manipulating the holes with his fingers.

He is a welcome figure everywhere. Wherever he goes, little children, boys and grown-up men gather around him. They ask him to play upon the vina, and show to them his pets. He is always prepared to do so if he is promised some little money.

He handles snakes and other poisonous creatures with much pride. He keeps them in small earthen vessels, whose mouth is covered with small pieces of cloth. He empties the contents of the pot on the ground. At that time the snake appears to be a dull, listless thing. But he prods it with a small stick, and the snake begins to move. At that very time the charmer begins to play upon his vina.adamjeecoaching.blogspot.com Then the snake raises its head, and swings its body to and fro. If it is a cobra, its eyes begin to gleam, and it tries to expand its hood. This goes on as long as the snake-charmer plays upon the vina.

The snake-charmer lives away from cities. He is a kind of gypsy. He wanders from place to place. He claims to know the use of herbs which can cure snake-bite. He even claims to possess some magic stones. But these claims of his are not always to be accepted.


On the whole, the snake-charmer is a very poor and needy person. He feels thankful even for small gifts. He would perhaps not be so needy, if he were not inclined to take opium and other intoxicants so frequently.

The Pakistani Beggar

The Pakistani beggar is very persistent. Wherever you go he is sure to follow you. You stop to talk to a friend for a minute, and he is there. You go to a shop to inquire the price of an article, and he is there too. There is no escape from him. He does not leave us in peace even in our houses. He comes there to ask for alms. Beggars are found in temples and in mosques alike. In fact he has become a great nuisance to the people. The question is how to get rid of him.

Broadly speaking, there are two classes of beggars the able-bodied and the infirm and crippled. It is really very disgusting to see strong sturdy men taking to beggary and living on the charity of the people. They are parasites and a curse to the community to which they belong. They do not deserve any charity.

We should rather help the weak and the crippled. It is they who deserve our help. Indiscriminate charity does good neither to the man who gives, nor to the man who receives.

It may, however, be pointed out that the Pakistani beggar, on the whole, is an object of pity. He has no means of earning his livelihood. He goes about clad in rags, and has no friend in the world. He lives by begging alms from others, which is not a very pleasant thing. There are very few people who receive him well, when he goes to them for alms. They turn him away, and look upon him as an imposition or a cheat. It is only women who show some mercy to him. They think it an act of piety to do something for the poor beggar. Sometimes they give him a pice, sometimes a crust of bread and sometimes a rag to cover his nakedness.

On the whole, the Pakistan beggar is a miserable creature. In winter he has nothing to protect himself against the cold, and in summer he is tortured by the heat. He lives where he can and sleeps very often on the roadside. It is, therefore, very necessary to be kind to the poor beggar, provided he is not able to work for himself. We should always give him something whenever we can, as it is better that ten lazy scoundrels should get a little money rather than one case of genuine distress go unrelieved.

Life Of A Doctor

The life of a doctor should not be regarded as a bed of roses. He is a very busy man, day and night. He is always cool and collected. He has a kind word and a sweet smile for everyone. Sympathy and sincerity are the two essential qualities which every doctor should possess.

Psychological dealing helps a patient to recover soon. A truly sincere doctor always thinks the patient’s welfare as his prime object. A doctor has to be friendly with the patients so that they may frankly tell the details of their diseases before him. Patience is another outstanding quality of a doctor.

A doctor is so busy that he works from seven in the morning till ten at night. In the morning be goes on his round of visits and then attends to the patients gathered in his dispensary. A doctor’s life is such that he cannot be very much given to bodily rest and relaxation or long vacations. If there is an urgent case he has also to get up in the middle of the night. He is servant of the suffering humanity.

A doctor has to be a man of strong nerves. What a variety of patients a doctor had some have come with a complaint of fever, some with a headache, a backache, or some with a toothache. Some have malaria, some have influenza and some have typhoid. Some patients are suffering from skin disease, while others are complaining of the loss of appetite.

He takes each patient by turn, examines him carefully. He has to see many horrible scenes of accidents and deaths with full control over his nerves. In the operation theatre a doctor’s time is very critical. He has to be very quick and skilful at the time of operation.

A doctor makes no distinctions between one patient and another. His room is always filled to capacity with all types of patients. There are men, women and children; rich and poor old and young; carpenters and blacksmiths; businessman and brokers; teachers and hawkers; millioners and moneyless all are treated equally. He is courteous to everyone.

A doctor’s life is not of an ease and comfort. It is not only a matter of his daily duties to treat the patients. He is a keen student of medical science. He keeps himself in touch with new researches and discoveries. A good doctor always keeps his knowledge fresh. It increases his efficiency and confidence.

In short, a doctor is a responsible person. His profession is a sacred one which entails heavy responsibilities and demands sacrifices. It should not be deemed that the aim of a doctor’s life is only to earn money by charging high fees for his services. He should be kind, sympathetic and well equipped with knowledge and skill.

Pakistan India Cricket Match


Cricket is very interesting outdoor game. I am very fond of playing cricket and equally fond of watching a really good match. The other day I went to see a very fine match between the India and Pakistan.

It was a fine day. A large number of people had gathered to witness the cricket match in the National Stadium. The captain of the Pakistan team won the toss and elected to bat, and the Indian team took the field.

The two batsmen who went in first were quite good players. One was a good hitter, and punished the ball and all over the field whenever he got it. The other was very careful, and most of the time simply blocked. He did not care for the runs. The bowling was strong, and the boy who played a steady game was not able to score at single run for the first fifteen minutes, but the other was securing them rapidly. But he soon paid for it; he was caught out smartly at mid off.

The next four players were dismissed very quickly two bowled, one caught out and one out leg-before wickets. All of us thought that the Pakistan team would soon be all out. The score stood at fifty. However, the captain made a stand and, with the help of the steady boy who kept in with his blocking, was able to pull up the score to a hundred. The captain played very cautiously but before he could make some more runs, he was run out. The whole eleven were out for 150 runs.

We felt that the Pakistani team would lose the match, but Indian team did not have such an easy time as we expected. The Pakistani team had two very good bowlers one very fast, and the other spinner; and they gave their opponents a very tough time.

The Indian team made rather a poor start. Their first wicket fell in about ten minutes when the score was only ten. However, their captain cheered them up and made a great stand when he was caught out at 70.adamjeecoaching.blogspot.com Then their wickets began to fall quickly. The game seemed to point to a defeat for the Indian team. But when their ninth and tenth player came to bat, their hopes revived, they hit and drove one of the fast scores reached a hundred. At last one fine catch sent one of the fast scores off the field. But the last man was a daring batsman whose two hits won applause from the crowd. They had now only thirteen runs to make a win the match. They struggle for runs, and great was the joy of the Indian team when the score stood at 115. But as ill luck would have it, one slow ball tempted the player to hit a six but he was clean bowled. The Indian team loss the match by five runs only.

That is how Pakistani Team Beat Indian Team Badly.


A Visit To A Historical Place

During the last winter vacations the students of our class visited Moen-jo-Daro, a place of great historical interest One of our teachers also accompanied us.

Moen-jo-Daro is at a distance of seventeen miles from Larkana on the right bank of the river Indus. Moen-jo-Daro means "Mound of the Dead". It was discovered in 1924 by Sir .John Marshall. The civilization which flourished there is known as the Indus Valley Civilization. It flourished some five hundred years ago and is one of the oldest cities in the world.

We reached there early in the morning. The weather was pleasant. A huge crowd was there including many foreigners. From its ruins it appeared that the Moen-Jo-Daro was well-planned. The people lived in buildings which were plain but dignified. The big houses had two or more storeys. Baked bricks were used for the construction of houses. The houses were provided with paved floors, bath-rooms, wells and cess-pits. The most important building in Moen-Jo-Daro was the Great Bath. The streets of the city were wide and straight with an elaborate system of drainage. The streets were also made of baked bricks. There was an elaborate system of drainage.  Proper arrangements were also made against enemy attacks and floods. All these go to prove that the people of the Indus Valley led a highly advanced urban life.

We also visited a museum there which contains many interesting objects found from Moen-Jo-Daro. These include seals, jewellery, toys, weapons, painted pottery etc. The best find of Moen-Jo-Daro is the head of a bull which was used as a seal. A metal statue of a dancing girl has also been found. A study of these findings reveal that the people of the Indus Valley possessed a highly developed civilization.

I feel mentioning a few words about Mr. Abdul Karim Solangi, one of the guides posted there for the visitors. He proved extremely generous to us. He took keen interest in explaining different historical aspects of the Moen-Jo-Daro.

We spent the whole day there looking at the ruins of this great historical place. The ruins of the Moen-jo-Daro remind us that once people developed a flourishing civilization here. Indeed, it was a memorable visit which we enjoyed most. It will pilfer through the windows of memory, till a long time.

Nursing

               Nursing means taking care and looking after the sick, the injured, the young the old or the helpless, with love and sympathy. It is difficult to say at what point in history nursing was organised in a scientific way. Yet it is easy to understand that it must be as old as man's feeling for his suffering fellow men. For only sympathy and love could move one human being to feel sorry for someone in distress, to look after him in sickness and try to do something for him to restore him to health.

              Islam regards nursing very important. Our Holy Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) visited the sick regularly, comforted them to spoke king words to them. He would go, even ti inquire after his ailing enemies. He urged Muslims to help those who were sick or suffering. On the battlefield, all Muslim soldiers were always very kind to sick, old and the injured. They never killed their wounded enemies. Muslim ladies were very active on the battlefield giving water to the soldiers and tending the wounded and the sick. Hazrat Ghifaria, who accompanied the Holy Prophet in the Battle of Khyber, was a very good nurse.When the battle was won, the Holy Prophet presented a necklace to her. In due course, the Holy Prophet established a hospital in Medina and placed it in the charge of a competent nurse, Hazrat Rufaida by name. Among those who helped in looking after and nursing the patients in this hospital were Hazrat Fatima, the youngest and the dearest daughter of the Holy Prophet and Hazrat Asma, the daughter of Hazrat Abu Bakr (May Allah Be Pleased With Him).

            Nursing was not at all popular in the beginning. Parents did not allow their daughter to become nurses. This can perhaps be best shown in the story of a girl, who in 1851, become the founder of modern nursing, and one of the greatest women in history. Her name was Florence Nightingale.

            Florence Nightingale was born in the town of Florence in Italy in 1820. Her parents were wealthy and cultured English people, and expected her to marry into a noble family. But, she had other ideas. At seventeen, she felt that the aim of her life was to serve suffering humanity. When she was twenty-four she decided that she should become nurse. "Nothing in nobler than nursing", she declared. Her family was shocked to learn this. Everybody opposed her. But she would not give in.
At last, after seven years of struggle, she was allowed to go for training at the Kaiserswerth Institution of Nursing in Germany.

            In 1853, she was given the management of a small hospital for sick woman in London. In 1854, when there was a war between England and Russia, the British Government asked her to go to Crimean war. The nation thankfully offered her a purse of £ 45,000. With this money she founded an institution for training nurses in London.

            At present, there are many training institutes for nurses in our country. A large number of Pakistani Girls form good families, after being trained in these institutes, are working in hospitals, clinics and nursing homes.            
                       
Responsibilities Of a Good Citizen

              Before we discuss what a good citizen owes to society, let us see, what society does for him. Thousands of years ago, men lived in caves like animals. Each one of them lived by himself and for himself. They hunted for their food and lived hard lives. We now call them savages. At first, they began to live in families and then in tribes. Later, they settled along the banks of rivers where, in time, grew towns, large and small. Life became easier. Some men began farming the land. Some became weavers, some masons, some cobblers and some soldiers. They all worked for one another.

                As societies grew larger and as men became more civilized, many more professions and occupations developed. Laws were made to make life safer and happier. Today we have doctors, teachers engineers, artists, writers, policemen and a host of other workers, who all do something for their fellow men.

                If we just think for a few minutes, how many things and services we use in one day, we shall realize how much we owe to society. The milkman brings milk for us and keeps cattle for the benefit of us all; the driver drives the bus in which we go to school or our place of work; and the workers and the engineers run the mill, which weaves the cloth we wear. The teacher teaches the pupils at the school, the doctors treats the sick and the shopkeeper sells articles of daily use. Public parks are maintained for the benefit of a citizen. The traffic police regulates the traffic so that we may travel without any fear of accident.

                We just turn on the tap and fresh water flows out. We press a switch and light comes on. The cleaning of a streets and the removal of filth and garbage are possible, only in an organized society. The telegraph, the telephone and the trains are all benefits of collective efforts. Then, the radio and the television gives us both enjoyment and instruction.
               
                We must repay society for all these gifts. If a milkman mixes water in milk, how can he expect other members of society to treat him fearly? If a shopkeeper gives short measure or sell sub-standard goods, he must be prepared to get the same kind of treatment from others. If we ignore traffic rules, we not only endanger the lives of others but our own as well.

                It is also the duty of every citizen to understand the problems facing his country. He must co-operate with the government in solving them. Problems facing Pakistan are poverty, illiteracy and population growth. For the establishment of a better society, these problems have to be solved though education and hard work.
                
                The government of Pakistan has started many programmes to solve these problems. These are, for example, programmes for rural development, literacy and adult education, health, sanitation and social welfare, and population planning. Education counters, family and social welfare and population centre have been set up throughout the country.  
                
                 Many benefits we enjoy are provided by our own country and society. It is, therefore, our duty to be loyal and patriotic to Pakistan. We should pay our taxes promptly, fully and honestly, so that we may continue to enjoy all social benefits.

                 
                Islam lays great stress on our duties as citizens. The Holy Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) once said,”GOD lays so much stress on the rights of inheritance in our property.” In short, we cannot be good Muslims without being good and dutiful citizens.       

The Great War Hero


Major Raja Abdul Aziz Bhatti
         

                    Among the Pakistani Heroes of the 1965 War, who fought on the Lahore Front there was one Major Raja Abdul Aziz Bhatti.
   
                         He fought against the enemy for six days and night without rest, and laid dows his life in the defence of his country. For this act of valour, he was awarded the Nishan-e-Haider, the highest military award of Pakistan.

                                                          Aziz Bhatti was born in 1928 in Hong Kong, where his father, Muhammad Abdullah Khan Bhatti, was a teacher. He thus received his early education in Hong Kong. In 1945, he came with his father to his home village LAdian in Gujrat District.

                                                         He first joined the Air Force, and in 1948, he bacame a cadet of Pakistan Military Academy at Kakul. He did very well at the Academy and was awarded by the Sword Of Honor, and the Norman Medal. He joined, the 6th Punjab Regiment as a commissioned officer,where he proved to be a very good military officer.
                                                                                                               
                                                                                               On the morning of 6th September, 1965, he received orders to proceed to the frontatonce. The Indians were fully equipped with guns and tanks. Major Aziz Bhatti was fired with the true patriotic spirit of a disciplined soldier. With his small company he not only stopped the Indian advancebut also pushed them back.


                On 11th September, he was recognizing his company and gunners to shell he enemy postions.In order to watch every move of the enemy, he had to place himself inan elevated position, wherehe was exposed to enemy fire.

                                     He performed his duty bravely. His soldiers asked him to come down but refused. This brave son of Pakistan wanted to save not himself but his country. A shell from an enemy tank struck him on his right shoulder and our brave hero fell.
                                           
                                                        A day before his martrydom, the commanding officer had sent him word that since he had been fighting untiringly for thelast six day, he should take a little rest and that another officer was being sent to replace him, who was filled the spirit of Jehad replied,

"Do not recall me, I don't want to go back. I will shed the last drop of my blood in the defence of their homeland".

       These words will ever inspire the youth of Pakistan with confidence and courage.

  

Life In Karachi

Karachi Is Located In Sindh 
Karachi is the biggest city and seaport of Pakistan. It was a small village when Mohammad, bin Qasim conquered Sind some thirteen years ago. Now it has become the biggest city of Pakistan, having 75,00,000 population. People from different parts of Pakistan have come to settle here.

Life in Karachi has its charms and attractions but is has its own peculiar problems too. The city is never quiet and throbs with life all through the day. All are extremely busy. They have a machine life. They have no time to stand and stare. They work round the clock and find no time to enjoy life. Man has become selfish. Friendship has lost its charm. Old values of life are in decline.

When I was a kid, the city of Karachi then was really far peaceful, clean and less crowded than it is now. It is expanding by leaps and bound. All around the proper city, we find suburban localities sprouting without an end. Fashionable plazas and squares have sprung up at every nook and corner of the city. Individuals have also built thousands of small and big buildings for themselves. In Karachi we find large crowd everywhere. City bazars look like colourful fairs. It would not be unfair to say that Karachi has turned into a city of shopping centers.

 Karachi is, infact a city of problems. People face a host of problems at every step. Transport is so pressing that it effects everyone. Proper water supply, sewerage and sanitation pose another serious problem to the Karachites. The supply of power is also inadequate and far from satisfactory. Housing is yet another problem in Karachi. The bulk of population is poor and they are the worst effected due to exorbitant rent. It is very unfortunate that even after thirty nine years of our independence, we have not been able to overcome any of the fore mentioned problems. Above that, we do not get fresh fruits and vegetables here. People inhale smoky air. This has a very bad effect on their health. In Karachi there are problems everywhere - in all walks of life.

Inspire of these shortcomings there are many attractions in this city. Karachi is blessed with some excellent schools and colleges. One may find facilities in all branches of education - medicine, engineering, technology etc. Medical facilities are also available in abundance. There are hundreds of big and good hospitals. It is a city where thousands of doctors cure the diseased bodies and minds. Karachi also provides recreational facilities. There are more than a hundred cinema houses. There are also interesting places of excursions like the Hawks Bay, Manchar Lake, Manora etc. Karachi is also a centre of brisk activity in the field of game and sports.

Karachi is a cosmopolitan city. Here one may find people from all parts of Pakistan. The city presents a composite picture of a real Pakistani culture. Many foreigners also visit this city. In short, life is Karachi is full of glamour.
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