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Not Without My Daughter by Betty Mahmoody

Reviewed By : Prachi Palod, Class XI C


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!

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 |

ऍफ़ १३४

एम्. आई. जी.

इंदौर
१६ जून २०१४
प्रिय सिद्धार्थ
नमस्ते
मै यहाँ कुशल मंगल हूँ और ईश्वर से आशा करती हूँ की तुम्हारे घर भी सब कुशल मंगल होगा | मेरी अभी छुट्टियाँ चल रही है | पर इस बार मैं तुम्हारे घर नहीं आ पाऊँगी क्योंकि मुझे कुछ ज़रूरी काम से विदेश जाना है |
तुमने इतने दिनों से पत्र नहीं लिखा तो मैंने सोचा मै ही पूछ लूं | आजकल तो तुम्हारे पास इतना भी समय नहीं की तुम अपनी बड़ी बहन को पत्र लिखो | जब पिछली बार तुम मेरे घर आये थे तुमने दादा-दादी जी की साथ बैठकर पांच मिनिट भी बात नहीं की थी | दिन-पर-दिन नयी पीढ़ी में एक परिवर्तन देख रही हूँ | बच्चे बड़ों के साए को  अपनी स्वतंत्रता में एक बाधा समझने लगे हैं | जबकि बड़ों का साया किसी आशीर्वाद से कम नहीं | वह हमें ग़लत रास्ता चुनने से रोकता है और हमें अपने लक्ष्य तक पहुँचने का रास्ता निर्धारित करने में मदद करता है|
बड़ों का साया हमें आत्मविश्वासी बनाता है | वह हमें एक सहारा ही नहीं देता बल्कि एक सुरक्षा भी देता है | हम अपने बड़ों के साथ हमारे मन में चल रही बातें बता सकते हैं | अपनी परेशानियां बताकर हल्का लगता है | नहीं तो हम अन्दर ही अन्दर घुट-घुटकर जियेंगे |
अगली बार जब तुम मेरे घर आओगे तो आशा करती हूँ की तुम बड़ों के साथ बैठकर उनसे हंसी-मज़ाक करोगे और मेरी बात को ध्यान से सुनकर समझकर उसपर अमल करोगे | अगर तुम्हे तुम्हारे कोई भी मित्र ग़लत रास्ते पर चलते हुए दिखें तो तुम उन्हें भी यह बात ज़रूर समझाना | इससे तुम्हारा भी भला होगा और उस मित्र का भी |
अन्नू को मेर प्यार और मौसी-मौसाजी को नमस्ते |
तुम्हारी बड़ी बहन
आरुषि

 

What Can You Learn From a Mother?

Poem sent by Komudi Behani, Class VI B


Someone asked one day, “What
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 o
f 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.

A shoe’s life

A poem by Vagmi Shah, Class IX B



I am a little shoe,
Worn by all, including you.
Might it be a baby or an old elf,
I am found on everybody`s shelf.
I come in many colours.
Blue, black, green and many others.
I come in many kinds,
Shoe-store is where one finds.
Women, men and children; all have me.
They wear me even while drinking tea.
But when I am all old and torn,
They throw me away with scorn.
And then I lie all fed up,
Until some beggar picks me up.
He studies me for a while,
Then puts me on with a smile.

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Book reviewed by Zubin Turakhia, Class VI A


Robinson Crusoe is the son of a rich merchant. He has a strong desire to be a sailor. Despite his family’s disapproval, he sails to sea. After staying in Brazil for four years, he is asked to go to Guinea to fetch slaves. But after a week, there is a shipwreck and he is the lone survivor on an uninhabited island. 
When he finds his ship almost in ruins near the coast, the supplies he brings from it helps him make a home with a cave and tent. After spending twenty three years on the island, he finds savages on the island, one of whom becomes his companion. He is finally rescued after twenty eight long years, by an English ship.

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.

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!