Reviewed By | : | Prachi Palod, Class XI C |
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Based on true events, this book revolves around the life of an American woman who is held hostage by her Iranian husband with their daughter in his native country, where women empowerment is still a far-fetched idea. After several futile attempts to escape, she finally flees the torturous clutches of her husband and his community with the help of the few local people. The American Embassy in Tehran also helps her return to her motherland with her daughter. It’s a journey of a woman who yearns for freedom in a country where women are still at the mercy of men. Evoking a true sense of freedom, this book sends a shiver down one’s spine.
Written by Betty Mahmoody, to help the American women and children held against their will in Iran and other Islamic countries, this book inspires a rebellion, and provides a different outlook towards the plight of women in Islamic countries.
I enjoyed reading this book and I am sure all Shishyans will enjoy reading it too!
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I Become
A poem by Ms Abhilasha Umahiya, Educator
Dawn seeps into me
with its moisture and cool breaths
and I become the dawn
all vermilion –
prepared to dissolve myself
into the heart of a blazing day.
The sun doesn’t burn me.
How can it?
I am its own ray.
Fiercely, I fall on the Earth
but humbly, she gives me an identity.
I become the newly sprouted sapling
stretching its arms
towards the sky and
roots groping the unknown.
Suddenly, I grow into cottony feathers
and wind carries me
wherever it pleases.
I don’t lose my existence
anywhere – anytime to anything.
I only become.
बड़ों का साया मेरु के सामान है
आरुषि जैन, कक्षा ९वीं B द्वारा लिखा एक पत्र |
What Can You Learn From a Mother?
Poem sent by Komudi Behani, Class VI B
Can you learn from a mother?”
And someone replied, “You can learn
Every virtue from her, my brother.”
You can learn from her patience, as she
Keeps her child for nine months in her womb,
Happiness fills her heart,
And makes it a most sacred tomb.
You can learn from her, the art of
Loving without limits, or boundary,
Which makes us wonder does she have
An everlasting supply of love foundry.
You can learn from her
The envious quality of being selfless,
As she devotes her whole time on her child
And never expects in return, more or less.
You can learn from her, to fill your
Souls with evergreen compassion,
While she watches her child eat, or
Sleep, with eyes full of love and passion.
You can learn the whole new meaning from her
Of the saying, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”,
As she sees beauty and wonder, in every
Child created, and existing in god’s folder.
You can learn the act of living,
For some other human being.
As she gives all her things to her child,
In the hope that he will live like a king.
You can learn from her the art of supporting,
Her baby in every walk of life,
Balancing her support so that,
She is a wonderful mother, and a loving wife.
You can learn from her the knack of dying,
To protect her precious baby,
Because, if she has to lay her life
She’ll die, not even saying ‘maybe’.
And finally you can learn from her,
Bravery, valour and courage,
When she lets her child go
When he/she comes of age.
And thus you can learn from her
Every possible virtue, my brother,
Because god is present everywhere
And anywhere in the form of mother.
Rangoli on Diwali
A shoe’s life
A poem by Vagmi Shah, Class IX B
Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
Book reviewed by Zubin Turakhia, Class VI A

He revisits the island with his nephew and dies there at the age of 92 years.
I enjoyed reading this book very much and recommend it to all book lovers.
Drawings!
My First Day in School
A poem from Pavitra Somaiya, Class IX B
My first day in school,
Was to be my last day in school!
Eagerly waiting for the bus I stood,
With a sorrowful face that I could.
Finally I reached the school with the opening bell,
“What’s your name?” I tell.
The students jeered at me,
As I entered the room.
When I sat on the bench,
I felt I was a real fool.
But when the recess started,
I felt I should talk to them.
Going with a beating heart,
I felt calm for a moment.
And then I began my talks,
During those daily lunch-time walks.
Friends smiling and cheering,
And I stayed with a little shock.
Suddenly my face turned happy,
And I realised I was the best.
Engrossed with my friends in talk,
I never realised that it was my test.
I went back home,
Having passed my test.
Feeling victorious,
As I had completed my quest.
Mom
Poem by Khushi Shah, Class VIII E
Sometimes I feel so alone,
But I know I’ve got you to hold.
When the world is far from me,
I know you are my destiny.
When the sea has lost its shine,
I’ve got you as my greatest pride.
Oh mom!
You are so beautiful, invincible,
Other than you, no one is remarkable.
I think you are a gift of god,
In fact, you are no less than a God.
You have given me a lot.
Oh! I love you mom, a lot, a lot!