My National Heroine is Arfa Karim. She was a Pakistani student and computer prodigy who, in 2004, at the age of nine, became the Youngest Microsoft Certificated Professional. She kept this title until 2008. Arfa represented Pakistan on various international forums. A science park in Lahore, the Arfa Software Technology Park was named after her. She was also invited by Bill Gates to visit the Microsoft Headquarters in the USA. She was born in Faisalabad, Punjab. Her awards were The Fatima Jinnah Gold Medal, Salaam Pakistan Youth Award and last but not least, President Pride Of Performance. But, Alas, in 2011, at the age of 16 on the 22nd of December she suffered a cardiac arrest that damaged her brain. She was admitted to Lahore’s Combined Military Hospital in critical condition. Bill Gates directed the doctors to adapt every measure possible. On 13th Jan 2012, Arfa started to improve and some parts of her brain was showing signs of improvement as well.But, sadly, the next day she was dead.
I think Arfa Karim is the true Pakistani Queen. Do you agree ? Or not ?
Happy New Year guys ! I hope your year was just as good as mine ! I’m glad to have survived another year. Hopefully this New Year will be as fun as the last, as much as a roller coaster as the last and just as memorable as the last as well. Tell me about your most happy memory of this.. I mean last year 🙂
Well! suppose if all jobs we liked were white collar and all men had those jobs then that would now be a thing of the past. Pink is now the new collar!! Not just for white collar jobs but … Continue reading →
Hi ! Whoa, whoa, put down your pitchforkes ! I can explain ! Actually, i can’t.
*runs away before the angry mob catches her*
i decided to try and uptade daily. S, from tommorow onwards, i solemnly swear i will write a story. i dug up my old creative writing copy from 5th Grade, and according to a few of my family members, it was good. not brilliant, but good. So, for them, i’m gonna write one story daily. M’kay ? now, please lower your pitchforks…. Good…. Now i have to go before my aunt kills me. bye !
After a whole year, school became a bore. Nothing but maths, english, science, social studies and chinese. Unless, of course, you count friends. They are like family. They take care of you and they stick with you. You soon find out some are not your friends, but enemies. In my head, that was Beeya. I thought she held a grudge against me but it was someone else who did. My best friend was Izzah. I thought we would always be friends, but when Beeya came along, something changed. She became buddies with Beeya but forgot about me. I must sound like a whiny brat right now but i could hardly care less. I was hurt. And I felt betrayed. Not by her. By all of my friends. I spent a year in isolation, and after a while, I began to like it. Being alone. It was much more quiet. I could sing all i wanted. I could read. I could be myself. But I was broken.Even though i tried to cut them out, ignore them, whispers followed me in class. Things like ” She’s such a fatso” ” ugh, does she really think her voice sounds good ? I’ve heard crows better than her “. After a few months, Saba and Emaan came to me and apologized. Me, being me, forgave them. One by one, piece by piece, my friends returned. Over summer holiday, Beeya messaged me and apologized as well. And since i had not learned my lesson, I forgave her. Little did I know that 6th grade would be more eventful than the 5th and I was booked for a rollercoaster ride…