Smile!

Yesterday on 17th December 2014, the world witnessed grieving massacre of students at a school in Pakistan by terrorists.  It was a normal Tuesday morning in Peshwar's Army Public School when the massacre had started. One moment the children were studying at school and the next they were all fleeing for their lives. A group of terrorists had invaded the school. More than one hundred children died yesterday - around 141 people, mostly children. There were blood stains everywhere. It was a sad, quiet atmosphere. Where there once kids running with joy, all that is left is a blood stained school.  I feel sad thinking about all those children who died. Thinking about their families screaming with horror brings a tear to my eyes. I wish there was some way we could help them. But there is almost nothing we can do. Life is more precious than money, money lost can be gained once again but a life lost cannot be gained once again. Losing a child's life causes more sorrow as it an inno...

This is a poem which I wrote for a school contest  and won first prize in. Title: My So-Called 'Free' Country Inspired By: The sad state of the children doing dangerous work at construction sites. I decided to put myself in their shoes and write their pains in childhood which is supposed to be pleasant. Poem:  I live in a so-called 'Free' country, In which even a child like me is forced to work. The upper class have some liberty to stay around and  watch us, poor, do all the work. The 'democracy' thinks its fair to not even let one single hair on our body rest. I work all day, My parents work every second, And what do we get? Few grains that are wet. We are sold and harassed What a democracy! No one to protest! And if we REFUSE, You what will happen? We are tortured and hit, Beaten and whipped. So what do I want? MY  right, free education for every child. Mercy is not needed, nor charity, Just concern for...