Azka's Writeups

I believe that one cannot improve himself if he does not learn from his surroundings. I am not saying that my country is not good. It is great! No other country can provide for its inhabitants the luxuries available in Pakistan. However my country has yet to grow, it has yet to learn. We can improve our country; by introducing to it a few customs from other countries. The two things I would like my country to assimilate in its self are very important for its growth. Only recently a law has been established in UK and Canada, which states that smoking in the presence of an underage, especially within closed quarters, is strictly banned. I would like this law to be a part of our judiciary because the harm smoking causes is disastrous. It has been discovered by scientists that passive smoking is more dangerous than active smoking. A person who is in the constant presence of an active smoker is in more danger than the smoker himself. Also if a young person is seeing somebody smoking h

Aghast, I stared at the approaching wave of sand. It stood about fifteen meters high and it rushed towards at an alarming speed. Dread seeped into our very muscles and forbade us to move. For a few long moments we stood there our mouths agape. Then; “Run for your lives!” Zack shouted as he turned his horse and galloped away, seemingly at the speed of light. Regaining our senses we followed in his stead. I dug my heels in my horse’s ribs, it galloped as fast as it probably could, but the sand was a terrible enemy. Soon my horse was knee-deep in the sand, struggling against nature. I pulled at its reins, trying to help it. The storm was almost upon us, my heart raced franticly and just as my horse broke free of the sand, the storm pounced on us and folded us into its self. I tensed, but knowing that tension would only make things worse, I tried to calm myself, to no avail. I looked around me, squinting. It was if I had entered a world made entirely of powdered gold. The swirl