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Change keeps us alive.  The biggest example I can narrate in this regard is the rotation of our very dear home ”Earth” around its own axis that keeps the life going on our planet. The sun is alive because of the ongoing fusion and fission reactions. The moon changes its shape starting from a crescent to a full moon. Likewise, if the change in seasons doesn't occur, it will cause a great chaos. Another very miraculous transition is of a microscopic zygote to a macroscopic human being. The metamorphosis  of a caterpillar into a colourful butterfly  is an extraordinary phenomenon. The change of a tiny seed to a gigantic tree is a marvel of nature. Flowers transforming into fruits  seems to be an amazing miracle.  Change is basically the essence of survival.  As my parents weren't the natives of the city, they first got me admitted to a nearby local school. I barely survived the drastic change when my mother asked me to move to a madrassa and I was left with no other opti

  Wandering in the dark forest of despair  I hardly find any fresh breath of air Living in a constant state of fear Bound in chains, I am unable to dare The dare to lift off the night The dare to hope for the light The dare to dream of a flight The dare to speak up for the right Irony is that the darkness is me! The forest is what? the life I see! The chains are all the pain I endure The fear is not to reach the cure The cure which means to unchain me The cure to lit the darkness within me The cure is to end the solitude around me The cure is to CHANGE the inside me. Momina Nasir 3rd Year

Smiles in the childhood and lots to play Shiny is the night and bright is the day No need to worry, no reason to cry No need of wings to get you to fly Soon comes the time when we become teenagers Friends in school and messages on pagers Play with the football, eat the chips Laugh a lot while having slips Soon you enter the crew of the youth This is the time to choose your booth One is responsibility- the other, just fun With one comes success! With other, life burn! The choice is yours so select the good And don't hide your abilities in a hood Work hard and wear noble kits As we get spoilt by bad habits The time comes when one gets to old age And bones get weak in the body's cage When consciousness betrays and comes nervousness But grand-daughters and grand-sons give happiness Not all happiness, not all grief! In every case, be patient and heave Silvery sweet, yet sharp like a knife The thing is that this is life! Deeba Ahsan