CALL Activity:
1. One Essay
2. Five English poems
3. Five Images Including Quotes
1. Essay
The Independence Day of Pakistan
It was the 14th of August when the Muslims of the
subcontinent were able to get a land of their own, where they could live life
according to their religion. 14th August 1947, Pakistan gained Independence after remarkable
efforts made my Mr. Muhammad Ali Jinnah who was a man of great caliber and had
the belief that Muslims could only live happily when they would own a country
led by their own people and a country that would be according to the ideology
of Islam. The Muslims of the subcontinent gave many sacrifices for several
years as they were not allowed to practice their own religion with freedom as
they were the minority. However, the efforts made by people like Muhammad Ali
Jinnah, Allama Iqbal and Sir Syed Ahmed Khan made sure that their sacrifices
did not go in vain and they were able to provide the Muslims an independent
homeland.
Independency day for any country is like a festival and the
people of Pakistan celebrate this festival with enthusiasm and joy. They unite
together under the green and white flag of Pakistan and rejoice their happiness
with friends and family. People from all over the country have different ways
of celebrating the Independence Day. Some people dress up in green and white to
show their love for the country while others visit national monuments like
Minar-e-Pakistan and Quaid-e-Azam's Mausoleum. Many people also use this
opportunity to meet up with relatives and give gifts to their loved ones.
Children also enjoy this day to the fullest. There are functions
arranged across all schools in the country where children sing national songs,
dress up in green and white and enjoy scrumptious meals. They do not have
regular classes on this day which allows them to have free time off due to
which children look forward to the Independence Day. There is also a trend in
many homes to decorate their houses with flags and paper flags and from adults
to children everyone participates in doing the decorations. Such is the spirit
of the people of Pakistan as patriotism runs in their veins.
It is necessary that people of the country pay tribute to their
heroes as it was only their efforts which allowed them to have an independent
nation. The people of Pakistan also remember and pay tribute to those who
dedicated their lives to earn freedom for them. A change of guard ceremony is
conducted on the national monuments of the country including the mausoleum of
Muhammad Ali Jinnah the founder of Pakistan and at the Mausoleum of Allama
Iqbal who was also the father of the ideology of Pakistan. There are various
Independence Day programs aired on the television throughout the day and
multiple concerts held during night time in various parts of the country.
Although the people of Pakistan celebrate the Independence Day
with patriotism and great passion, they should remember what Jinnah's dream was
and they should always questions themselves whether they have made this country
according to his dreams or they have forgotten the reason for the formation of
Pakistan.
2.Five Poems
5
English Poems
A Dream within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Thus much let me avow--
I stand amid the roar
Adgar Allan poe
2.Stopings by woods on asnowy evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
3.Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face (by Jack Prelutsky)
Be glad
your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine
if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your
nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within
your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose,
instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
Jack
Prelutsky
4.DREAM DEFERRED
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
LANGSTON HUGHES
5.No second troy
Why
should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she
is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
William butler yeats
5 Pics
with Quotes
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His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
Like a raisin in the sun?
And then run?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
like a heavy load.
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
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