Assigment 2 ( poem/song not in English)

Part Of The National Anthem Of Pakistan.

Pak sarzamin shad bad
Kishware haseen shad bad
Tunishane azmealishan arze Pakistan
Markazeyaqin shadbad.

Pak sarzamin ka nizam quwate akhuwati awam
Qaum, mulk, Sultanat
Painda ta binda bad shad, bad man zele murad.

Parchame sitarao hilat
Rahbare tarraqio ka mal
Tarjumane mazishane hal jane istaqbal
Sayyai, khudae zul jalal.

Meaning:

This anthem is a prayer for God to keep our country safe from all bad and always keep the people of this country happy, healthy and successfull where ever they are. This is also to pray for the land to be a land of peace, love and harmony.

May this country always be an ideal habitat for all. 

Short Story ( Assignment 1)

This year my birthday was amazing! <3
The 24th of September went as casual and normal as any other day in my life until the clock striked 12.00 midnight and date changed to the 25th of September! My mobile and residence phone both started ringing like there was no tomorrow. Wishes from everyone made me feel valued and precious and I became very excited about being 15 untill I realized who had not been the first one to wish me ..... my bestfriend from Saudi. The friend who knew every and each tiny detail about me and knew how much her being the first one to wish me meant. Sad at the back of my mind, I went to bed in hope that tomorrow might be complete with wishes from all the people who I cared about.
The morning was very fresh and new though nothing had changed much. nothing special had happened yet. I took a shower and went down for brunch where I was greeted with further wishes as the entire cafeteria sang for me as planned by my best friend in Canada, Naba Rizvi. After fullfilling my stomachs requirements of food I went back up to nmy room where i stayed from 1 to 3 P.M choosing what to wear to the stradford play. The extreme boredom led me to getting ready a bit too early for the play and I was up in Nabas' room searching for my sister who had vanished somewhere after brunch with two of her friends. At 4 Naba suggested that we go down and check the lobby as sitting in the room did not help in the least bits.
I stepped out of the lift blind folded by Naba during our way down and that is when I doubted about my special just passing by normally. As I stood in front of the cafeteria door with no clue where I was and why I was where I was, a warm hand pulled me in and Naba followed me inside. I heard the door close behind me and a million different emotions ran throgh me as I heard 12 different voices of my friends wish me my birthday and my blind fold was removed. I was jwelled by 12 bone crushing hugs of which a few lifted me off the ground and then carefully placed me back on my feet.
We all celebrated and had alot of fun which resulted in me covered in cake. We all enjoyed and laughed as Handya and Marks' voice became wierd because they had inhaled Helium thru the Helium baloons by mistake.
I went back up to my room with my face and hands covered in chocolate and my fingers tightly holding on to all the precious gifts I had received. I quickly took a shower as my sister and friends cleaned up the mess we had made down stairs in the cafeteria. I got redressed and made my way back down to join my gardian angels in canada again.
Soon it was time for us all to leave for the Peter Pan play in Stradford. We made our way to the bus and took our seats and then was when my phone rang and i received a call from Areeba (my best friend back in Saudi ). Her excuse for not calling me a bit more earlier was accpeted as well as her apology and my day was complete.
The rest of the evening passed in the same amazing way it had started and we all returned back safely to our residences at around midnight and directly fell to sleep in hope of another amazing day as the 26th of September was not any normal day either, it was my sister Mushis' birthday :)