Cervone, Barbara, Ed. D., ed. Crisis and Hope - Youth Turn A Lens On The World. Providence: Next Generation, 2010. Print.
This book offers an extraordinary compilation of diverse images accompanied by artist statements that depict crisis and danger as well as hope and opportunity. The book is divided into five sections and every section contain compelling pictures and captions. When I first skimmed through this book, my instant reaction was to read it all over again, because this was something that I had been looking for. My capstone project is similar to this book to a great extent as it contains the actual pictures and captions/quotes. This source entirely applies to me mainly because of the topic and the ideas. It can further help and guide me towards my main goal.
Fowler, Geoffrey. "It's Time to Record Our Grandparents' History." WSJ. N.p., 17 Nov. 2015. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <http://www.wsj.com/articles/its-time-to-record-our-grandparents-history-1447785086>.
This article is about an app called "StoryCorps". The author suggests an idea by using tech to get people to do an old-fashioned thing, talk to each other. StoryCorps is another version of Humans of New York, but they preserve and share humanity's stories through a different medium. Their goal is to build connections between people and create a more just and compassionate world. It's about strengthen and build the connections between people, to teach the value of listening, and to weave into the fabric of our culture the understanding that everyone's story matters. They claim that it's an archive for future generations. I was surprised when I found this website because I did not know that there are organizations out there who do the same thing that I'm trying to accomplish through this Capstone project.
Koki, Stan. "Storytelling: The Heart and Soul of Education." Prel Briefing Paper. Pacific Resources for Education and Learning, 1 Nov. 1998. Web. 4 Feb. 2016. <http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download?doi=10.1.1.477.1777&rep=rep1&type=pdf>.
This paper presents a research on the importance of storytelling in human experience, and explores the relevance of storytelling in our daily lifestyle. It provides a brief history and evolution of storytelling mentioning that it is as old as mankind, because it goes through our entire life. The author mentions that the stories we tell help define our socio-cultural landscape in particular ways and demonstrate connections between language, culture, and power. Furthermore, this source provides a complete guideline on how to tell a compelling story. I think this paper is important, because my capstone is all about me being a storyteller. I will refer back to this source throughout the entire process of completing the project.
Spaulding, Amy E. The Wisdom of Storytelling In An Information Age: A Collaction of Talks. Lanham, MD: Scarecrow, 2004. Print.
This book is a compilation of stories given by Spaulding. Her theme is based on how the information is valuable, but wisdom invaluable, and wisdom springs from story. Each story examines and illuminates this idea from a different perspective so there is little repetition. The author's topics include the importance of story in and of itself, how storytelling differs from reading, the ways stories hold us together as "social glue," and how they stimulate the imagination and eventually lead not just to the discovery of information but also to making meaning from it. I found this book really interesting because the way the author wrote it. It's a solid compilation of stories that matter. This source will assist me in my Capstone project because I will be asking similar questions to different people and try to see their perspective.
Terkel, Studs. Hard - An Oral History of the Great Depression. New York: Pantheon, 1970. Print.
In this book, the author relays oral histories of people who were exposed to the Depressions including farmers, politicians, industrialists, African Americans, and artists. The book shows the history through the eyes of the common and uncommon people. It is similar to many novels but different at the same time because it weaves many stories together into the same story, bringing many characters together in such a way that the reader starts engaging with the characters and their part in the story. This book has tailored my ideas in terms of guiding me on how to tell the engaging stories. The reason why I chose this book is, because I found it intriguing how the author told the tales of an average American of that era.
"Brandon Stanton of Humans of New York." The Institute of Politics at Harvard University. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <http://www.iop.harvard.edu/content/brandon-stanton-humans-new-york>.
This forum of Harvard University provides and interview of Brandon Stanton, the founder of Humans of New York (HONY). The interview starts of with him explaining about the things that his blog has been able to accomplish. He goes from his experience of being a photographer to being a journalists. He describes the technique he uses for interviewing people and quoting their sayings. One of the most thing that has inspired is how his ethics and concern for humans is inspiring as he says, "It's all about the work." This definitely applies to my project because my capstone is stemmed from the idea of storytelling and HONY.
"Humans of the World." Quartz. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <http://qz.com/501093/humans-of-the-world-this-stunning-new-film-will-change-how-you-see-yourself/>.
This article is about a movie called "Humans" by Yann Arthus Bertrand. It's a collection of stories about and images of our world, offering an immersion to the core of what it means to be human. The article claims that it is a film that matters. It has no plot, drama, storyline, action, and celebrities. It does not give us an answer to injustice, inequality, poverty, waste, war. It reminds us powerfully that there is a question here: If we care about one another as human beings, what do we do now? I think the whole movie is powerful because it reminds us of who were are and we see ourselves. It applies to my Capstone because I will be using telling the stories of different people from different parts of Pakistan.
"The Art of Storytelling, According to the Founders of StoryCorps and Humans of New York." Ideastedcom. N.p., 08 July 2015. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <http://ideas.ted.com/the-art-of-storytelling-according-to-the-founders-of-storycorps-and-humans-of-new-york/>.
This is an article where the founder of both StoryCorps and Humans of New York come together, and discuss the art of storytelling. The author starts off with their accomplishment of gathering stories from regular people around the world. Isay collects his stories as audio files, while Stanton takes a photo and then interviews his subject — but they've both developed fascinating techniques for helping people to open up. They talk about how a supportive culture breeds good and compelling stories. They also give an advice such as "engage deeply and interrupt kindly" My project is sort of stemmed from StoryCorps and HONY and I guess I will take their advices and apply to my project.
"What Storytelling Does to Our Brains." Buffer Social. N.p., 29 Nov. 2012. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <https://blog.bufferapp.com/science-of-storytelling-why-telling-a-story-is-the-most-powerful-way-to-activate-our-brains>.
This article is solely based on what listening to a story does to our brain. It's backed up by scientific facts such as our brains become more active when we tell stories. Our brain learn to ignore certain overused words and phrases that used to make stories awesome We think in narratives all day long, no matter if it is about buying groceries, whether we think about work or our spouse at home. We make up (short) stories in our heads for every action and conversation. Whenever you hear a story, you want to relate it to one of our existing experiences. I think after knowing all these facts, my goal would be to ask unique questions whilst interviewing and make sure the audience relate to it.
"Telling the Story: Expression of Self for Healing, Leading, Teaching, and Inspiring." Canada Bridges Telling the Story Expression of Self for Healing Leading Teaching and Inspiring Comments. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Feb. 2016. <http://canadabridges.com/journal/telling-the-story-expression-of-self-for-healing-leading-teaching-and-inspiring/>.
The main focus of this article is about developing a story and then sharing that work. The author suggests that a wisdom story is the best because it cultivates self-awareness as it asks, "Why is this my story? Why are these my most deeply held values, and why do these principles guide me? What motivates me and why?" It captures and reflects upon the driving forces of why you are who you are, and speaks to your life purpose as part of the larger human story. As I have mentioned, I think my main goal should be coming up with deep and broad questions. This source has definitely guided me.
Throughout this quarter I experienced many different challenges. However, I learned new ways to draw and color sketches that I had never done. Being a color blind, I had trouble while coloring the printouts, so I decided to take a next step and tried turning drawings into colored sketches on softwares like Photoshop and CorelDraw. It took me some time to turn but I’m proud of myself that I overcame that problem. Furthermore, I learned how to make realistic things using basic shapes in the Basic Shapes assignment. I found it intriguing so I decided to make a cat out it. Overall, this quarter was pretty interesting and informative at the same time.
For this quarter, I wanted to make my art pieces unique and simple at the same time, that’s the reason why I decided to come up with things like collage and photo editing.
Since I’m passionate about music, I decided to make a collage of my favorite artists. I tried to keep the pictures symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing.
My fabric piece is pretty straightforward as I did not want to make something complicated.
I have a thing for clear sky and clouds, and that’s mainly the reason why I always take pictures of clouds. I decided to edit one of my favorite picture that I took this summer.
My final piece is all about love. I tried to give a bit of hint to TFIOS as well as some other romantic novels.
The Taming of the Shrew revolves around the idea of honesty and deception in relationships which has been around for centuries, as seen in this Shakespearean play where Petruchio, one of the main characters in the play, marries the daughter of Baptista, Katharina upon his personal gains. In the movie Namaste London, the main characters set out to do the same through a female character.
When it comes to exploring some of the difficult parameters that cause hurdles in a relationship, Namastey London does a great job of making the viewer think harder about what it takes to be in a successful relationship. The plot of the movie revolves a girl named Jasmeet aka Jazz who in spite of being born to an Indian couple considers herself to be British as she was born and raised in England. She wants to live her life her way, and not according to her parents, as she’s being pressured into travelling to India to have an arranged marriage. Although Petruchio and Jazz’s motives for marriage are similarly egotistical, the outcome of the deception is very different. By contrast, Petruchio is blinded by the idea of wealth, control, and power whereas Jazz is blinded by her British boyfriend. Petruchio blatantly continues his greedily campaign throughout his life leading to an almost failed marriage. However, Jazz ends up falling up in love, which comes out of the blue, and the couple lives happily afterwards. The play and the movie reflect that a successful marriage can be possible with balanced sides through commitment. Thus, a successful marriage cannot be forced whatsoever.
Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua. (1.2.10)
In The Taming of the Shrew, Petruchio gives a long speech, which pretty much sums up his character. Here, he says that he does not care if a woman is ugly, old, or shrewish. As long as she has money, he’ll marry her because money is what makes him happy.
Much like Petruchio, Jazz decides to go back to India and date an Indian guy for the personal benefits which would automatically make her parents happy. However, instead of wealth she is marrying in fear of getting deported.
In this scene, a pampered and indulged daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Singh has just been told by her parents that she is in danger of being deported back to India, where she will have to accept her cultural heritage and the traditionally-accepted “arranged marriage” of her family’s culture. The father recalls that being the only child, she pretty much gets away with everything, which includes her desire to marry her thrice divorced boss, Charlie Brown who is the son of a businessman and is known for his self-centered and chauvinistic characteristics. Thus, sensing trouble in Brown, her dad quickly declares the plan of a trip to India with the pretext of tourism. Jazz’s reason for dating/marrying are extremely similar to Petruchio’s because both lack love in the relationship and are only in it for the personal benefits.
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace (5.9.172)
This quote shows that Katherine capitulates herself to the marriage. Throughout the entire play she was a woman who stood her ground. The fact that she is giving into Petruchio’s fake marriage indicates the tough-girl attitude may have only been a facade. Katherine felt that the marriage was the closest thing to love she would ever get, therefore she submitted herself to Petruchio. The marriage never became successful because of the force Petruchio put on Katherine to agree with him and change her ways.
Jazz also surrenders but instead of staying in the fake relationship with a British guy, she gets out of it, resulting in a successful relationship, happy parents, and a completely different outcome than that of “Shrew”.
In this scene, Jazz is all set to marry her boyfriend Charlie Brown. Just before the ritual take place, something pushes her and she realizes her love for an Indian guy as she surrenders herself and runs away after him to confess about her love. In the final scene they are seen together riding the bike and living happily.
Love is the ultimate requirement for a marriage. These two elements go together like a horse and a carriage as the play and the movie prove this idea. True happiness can only gained when love is balanced from the both sides. The notion of forced marriage caused by selfishness and greediness has been evident through the centuries but the notion of love being the ultimate requirement has certainly changed over the past years. The play, “The Taming of the Shrew” draws upon how men are the powerful ones and the women are just their followers. In “Namastey London”, love is what brought the two people together. After realizing and breaking off of the fake relationship, Jazz realizes her genuine love which results in a real relationship, ultimate happiness, and satisfied parents as well.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when there are decisions that have to be made. For some deciding whether or not to do certain things can be a difficult and grueling process. Sometimes decision are only minor while other times that can be extremely difficult and even life altering. Decisions like not going to the college or not standing up for what you believe in put up a large amount of pressure on people to make the decisions. People tend to take on and act out certain roles according to the expectations placed upon them by the culture they come from. As a result, they let the fear of societal expectation rule them, which turns them into cowards in the face of big changes or decisions.
Tim O’Brien, in The Things They Carried, described his experience in Vietnam as a soldier. At the age of 21, he was drafted to fight in a war that he had always hated. In the book, O’Brien described himself as young and politically naive. He also talked about how he viewed the American war in Vietnam as nefarious. At the end of “On the Rainy River”, he describes his feelings after returning from the war, “I survived, but it is not a happy ending. I was a coward. I went to the war.” (The Things They Carried Pg. 61) This basically finalizes the chapter and it is a very vital quote to the book because it has an ironic meaning. Usually, those who go to the war are considered to be heroes; brave men who fight for their country. Meanwhile, those who run from difficult tasks are often associated with cowardice. Tim O’Brien recalls himself, in this quote, as ‘a coward’ for going in the first place. He was cowardly for fighting. He wasn’t capable of escaping and leaving something he didn’t believe in behind. He wasn’t capable of standing up for his beliefs and his conscience. Instead, he let shame, fear, and society win over his beliefs. Looking from a different angle, this quote shows a different meaning of bravery as well, where it’s not about how much one can fight against the enemy, but how much strength and courage they have for following their dreams and going against the fear of embarrassment. The society, the fear of embarrassment pressured him to go the war which he always hated.
The author of this book discusses the similar problems that every soldier faced. “They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall.. It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.” (The Things They Carried Pg. 21) This quote not only emphasizes the ‘soldier’ experience but also the experience of every person as a human being. Tim O’Brien used this quote to describe how it is inevitable to live within a society that constructs expectations for certain roles that humans must fill, regardless of their choices. The soldiers in general feared and their instinct to run had to be restrained due to the fear of being made fun by friends and being called a coward. They all carried that burden. “It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory, or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor” (The Things They Carried Pg. 21) The war changed them and forced them to do certain things that they wouldn’t basically do because they were ashamed. But in the end, they sort of embraced their reputations, which become more important than the life itself. They would do anything to avoid the dishonor and trampled their own hopes and dreams.
Tim O’Brien, the author of the book gave an interview to the Mars Hill Review where he talked about creating a fictional story based on true facts and his harrowing over the fear of embarrassment. “So I made up the Rainy River story-going to the Canadian border, agonizing over whether to go across it or not-because it's a way of getting at a truth that's in my heart but that isn't in the actual world. It's the truth of a real dilemma: “What should I do? I'm caught up in this terrible bind. I hate the war and I shouldn't go to it. But at the same time I love my country, and I'm terrified of the embarrassment if I don't go. So, what should I do?" (O’Brien Article #2) Tim O’Brien had to live up to social expectations where he had to follow their plans for him without regard to who he was, what he wanted, or that dying fire inside of him that used to be a spirit. But unfortunately everything turned in the opposite direction. The individuality he once possessed was stripped from him by the time he reached an age where the society was confident in turning him into something different. Furthermore he added,“My conscience kept telling me not to go, but my whole upbringing told me I had to.” (O’Brien Article #1) He was afraid that if he didn’t follow the ‘rules’ then he might somehow be a loser or even an outcast.
Many Soldiers like Tim O’Brien might have faced the similar problem where they had to be coward, adopt the social norms and tailor their behavior to meet certain expectations. They were afraid of being ostracized from the community. They didn’t live up to their expectations. As a result, they decided to change themselves fundamentally for social expectations that they didn’t believe, they eliminated any little possibility of self-esteem or happiness.
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When I first made the announcement they didn’t say anything, and this raised my hopes. But then, just as I turned onto my side to stretch out and sleep. Dad got up, grabbed me by the arm, and pushed me out of the room. “You are not welcome back until you have gone to the school,” he said coldly. I stood there and stared at the door. Then, before the cold floor could freeze my feet, I heard someone outside. Opening the door, I saw that it was my uncle’s friend, whom my dad hired sometimes on the coldest days to give me a ride to the school. Feeling resigned, I grabbed my book bag and rushed towards the car. As we rode to the school, I began to think of a million other things I’d rather be doing. I could sit and play card games with friends. I could go and swim near the lush green fields, or watch Indian movies, or drink glasses of sugarcane juice spiced with ginger and lemon or get a case of mangoes. What I didn’t want to do was to sit in the classroom in the stale sleepiness of early morning to the late afternoon. Nor did I want to sit there for long lectures. I missed the old life I had before. The days of playing cricket with friends, dreaming of becoming a fighter. The afternoon when I would go outside and make a fort and call myself Saladin the Liberator, spilling oil onto the Crusaders’ armies, withstanding a siege by Richard the Lionheart, and doing diplomacy with him during which I impressed him with my warrior prowess by throwing a piece of cloth in the air and then cutting it in two perfect halves with my sword. I wanted to live in my imagination - not as a spindly-legged spider in the cryptograms of Math or any other subject. Within half an hour we got to the school. I got out of the car and waved back to him until he disappeared. I decided to ditch again and took the local bus and came back.
When I got home the power was out, as was often the case midday, and so the heat was off and everyone was just in a bad mood. Dad sat on the couch staring at the window while Mama was upstairs. He had just finished eating mangoes; a tray of emptied plate sat near him. A cup filled with lassi, a yogurt drink, sat in front of the table. The fact he had eaten mangoes without me made me think he was decadent, and that made me even more upset. He looked up, surprised to see me at home when I should have been in school.
“I’m not going to the school!!,” I announced, trying to sound even more this time. “If you make me go, I’ll run away to Lahore. I have learned where the bus leaves.” I sat down and began drinking the leftover lassi. Even though it was warm and salty, it felt really good going down. I felt in charge. When I’d finished and had burped loudly, a slap the back of my head and sent me hurtling toward the door. “I told you,” He said. “You cannot come home until you’ve been to the school.” He wasn’t messing around this time though. Normally I would have cried a little bit and made a scene and ended up in grandmother’s arms, but this wasn’t the time for empathy. I had to up the ante.
“Well, that seals the deal.” I said, standing up. “I’m going to run away from home. I’m going to take the bus that goes to Lahore. Then I’m going to start doing the child labor. That means you will never see me again. This is what you reap for sending me to the school. Khuda Hafiz.” I added in farewell. My Mom listened to everything, she hurled the bedroom door and came down. “Come on, Huzaifah. There is no such reason to run away. Just be a good boy and go the school. No deal.”
Dad stayed quiet for a while. Then he spoke up rigidly; “All right. Run away, then. We won’t stop you.”
“You don’t believe me do you? All right. Forget running away. Instead of getting in the bus, I’ll just let it run me over. Do you still want me to go to the school?
“Yes” He said. “Do it.”
“You don’t care if I die?” I shouted. “Fine! I’ll just kill myself right here, in this house. So that my blood is on your hands. I’m going to suffocate myself in the bathroom.” I went to the bathroom and slammed the door. Turned on the hot water so the steam would vaporize . Thinking that if the door stayed closed from some time I would run out of air. While inside I realized that the bathroom had a big window that was always open, so the chances of suffocation were low. I also realized that going back outside to retrieve a tool with which to kill myself would take the fire out of my revolt. “This bathroom will be my grave!” I shouted in a last-ditch effort. Much to my satisfaction, I heard mom right outside the door. “No, my son” She urged. “Don’t do such thing!”
“You know what? Why should I wait till I’m suffocated to die? I’ll just drink this shampoo here and make it quick.” Just to show I was serious I spilled some of it underneath the door. Now mama banged on the door loudly. “I know I’m a horrible mother, but even horrible mothers don’t deserve to lose their children. Come out of there, my son!” There was a complete silence of about 1 minute and then I decided to come out. My Mom’s words hit me hard. Soon I began to realize the fact that I’m her only precious son so there is no point of doing such stupid act. I had to avoid the blush of honor and show the world that I’m brave enough to do anything. It was also a fear of embarrassment because students in my age group had really good grades and their parents were proud of them as well. I wanted to the same thing, I wanted to my make my parents proud so I promised with myself to go the school regularly.
Regular drone attacks by the United States have now become a norm in many countries. The use of drones has become one of the most controversial human rights issues in the world, sparking many human rights campaigns. Throughout the history, human rights have been jeopardized by the masses of society. They are effective tools that impose terror on the people that they fired against, creating more enemies for the United States with every innocent person that is killed.
The US has been using armed forces drones in the “War on Terror” for eight years. The vast majority of drone strikes have occurred in Afghanistan, Somalia, Pakistan, and Yemen. US officials have credited them with severely demolishing Al-Qaeda’s capacity in that region, though the drone strikes are intended for targeted killing, civilians casualties cannot be prevented and it has caused a lot of disruptions. A report was released by the Human Rights Watch, claimed that the U.S had made six “unacknowledgement” drone strikes in Yemen, which killed a total of 82 people, including 57 civilians. The report cites an attack that occurred somewhere in September 2012, in which 12 people, including three women and a pregnant women, were killed when believed to be affiliated with Al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula. Such kinds of drone attacks are continuously violating the human rights. Some people might argue against other techniques for example bombers, land mines, and etc, where there fighters can’t really see in details who they are killing, and military are incapable of effectively identifying their intended target; and yet despite this glaring problem, they still use them to target individuals. Using drone strikes and saying they are killing extremists is pretty illogical because they have no idea who they are killing, and yet they are still trying to make it happen and claim that they do know.
Imagine drones hovering 24/7 in the skies, children and adults running around because of the fear of dying.This is happening right now in Waziristan, Pakistan. An 8 year old girl gave an interview to Amnesty International about the strike in Pakistan’s tribal regions. Her grandmother was killed in the drone strike and she said, “I wasn’t scared of drones before, but now when they fly overhead I wonder, will I be next?” Her uncertainty is clear. It’s pretty obvious that the death of her grandmother is surely tragic for her. One might ask did the grandmother do something that made the drone operator suspicious? How can other innocent civilians avoid her fate? Ironically the U.S doesn’t accept to compensate the families of innocent civilians. In fact the U.S government capes the killings in secrecy, refusing even acknowledge to its role. Another interview was taken from the communities in the tribal areas where one said, “When children hear the drones, they get really scared, and they can hear them all the time so they’re always fearful that the drone is going to attack them. Because of the noise we are psychologically disturbed women, men, and children. 24 hours, a person is in stress and there is pain in his head” This raises another point that by striking down the towns, U.S. government is not only eliminating the extremists but also increasing them. They cannot even gather in groups as that attracts drone missiles. That’s the reason why funerals are targeted; thus denying the right to live and die in peace. If someone’s family member is being exploded into thousands of pieces that splatter all over a person. That person will probably want to fight against the person who did it or at least stand against them.
One problem is that humans are often seem like “bugs” when they are viewed by drone , and like bugs, they are crushed by drone strikes. Recently, charity organization named Reprieve, along with the Foundation of Fundamental Rights (FFR), helped a group artists to install a giant portrait of a child victim of a US drone strike in Pakistan on a lush green field. The idea behind this step was to evoke empathy and humanity in drone operators when they spot the face a child and to spread awareness among people. Despite resolutions condemning blatantly in British Parliament and United Nations’ resolution against drone campaign, they still continue to hover in the skies, making those children even more terrified. The attacks are increasing day by day.
The irony is that nearly two thirds of Americans think that the U.S government should use drones in other countries against suspected extremists. However they are much less likely to say that the government should launch an airstrike in other countries against U.S citizens living abroad who are suspected to be affiliated with extremists group. They survey’s result is pretty shocking that the fact American are much likely to say that government should launch airstrikes against them. This raises another interesting point that they are unaware of casualties of civilians and shows that they are biased.
Drone strikes continue to wreck havoc on the civilians rather than targeting the extremists.. The use of drones raises some questions and it is extremely difficult for the civilians to live where drones 24/7 hovering over the sky. If the government of United States stopped to think about it, they would realize that drone strikes are not just about the killing of people who are affiliated with terrorist groups, but also about the international law and innocent people as well. Violating the international law and disrespecting the humans rights play fundamental role in this conflict. It definitely makes the global system more chaotic and unpredictable.
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Wounds of Waziristan
He dragged himself through the doors. Waqas threw his bookbag on the floor, and slumped his throbbing body onto his Charpai (a traditional bed made out of wood and woven rope). As he heard the slow whirling noise of the fan above him, Waqas began pondering about how difficult his life had become.
Waqas moved to the other side of the room, and sat on the cold mud floor. His mind was overwhelmed as he thought about his life and the life of the rich people. His thoughts started to drift to two years ago, good discipline throughout the 6th and 7th grade. But gradually everything changed. He took a deep breath, and leaned his head against the wall with closed eyes, trying to fight the flashbacks. His paralyzed father and his feeble mother. Waqas stood on his toes as the floor was too cold for his bare feet.
He went to his courtyard, and started plucking some red juicy apples. His cold and numb body was softened as he felt the warmth of the sun. Suddenly, he heard a whirring sound and saw a weird kind of thing flying in the air which threw fire in the direction of his house. He shivered and fell down, he groaned. The houses shook, the dust flew, and the ground trembled. There was smoke and debris everywhere. Everyone was crying and screaming, asking “Why do these drone attacks kill our people.” He was hit from behind and wounded. Everyone knew that there would be a second strike. He tried to get up, but he fell down right there, and thought he was dying “I am dying, save me!!”
He collapsed on the ground as he felt the shocking pain. Screeching and groaning with agony, he squirmed about on the ground, clutching his body. The strong pain engulfed him and his pain came out in rasps. It was a calamity for him. He vaguely heard somebody but he could not reach them.
After a couple of hours, a brawny man heard his pain and rushed towards his bed in the hospital. He bent down over Waqas and tried to converse with him.
“How do you feel right now?” said the man.
Waqas tried to open his mouth, but was unable to utter a single word. He checked his bandaged legs and said slowly, “Your back and legs were hurt, God has kept you alive.” Waqas wanted to ask something about his legs but he could not speak, some words seemed to be stuck on his palate. The brawny man had moved to another bed to see the other victims who were also harmed by the dreadful drone strike. Waqas noticed a little boy with blood-soaked bandages on his legs and arms, who was laid on a bed next to him and a ventilator machine was connected to his nose. There was also an old man in the room.
Were these real people or just ghosts? Waqas was unable to figure it out. Suddenly, Waqas sensed a rough touch on his face. The old man was bending over him. His face was etched with wrinkles and his cheeks were sunken in. His caresses were coarse, but they were reviving him as rain drops freshened the dead and dried land.
“Where were you?” he asked him.
“I was in the courtyard plucking some apples when the plane, which hovered in the sky threw out hellish fire.”
“And where is my family? My mom, dad, two little sisters, and a brother…” said Waqas.
“Rescuers only found you breathing.”
Deep shudders grasped Waqas’s torn body. The old man clasped his shivering body in his skinny arms. After couple of minutes, it seemed perpetual, he released him from his grasp, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“My mom used to console me and I would forget my worries. I used to discuss all of my problems with her. Now who is going to wipe my tears. She was like as the saying goes, like a treasure of prayers.”, said Waqas
“I had a tall son just like you. He had studied at Cadet School. We were going to a graveyard to bury my uncle’s son. His car was hit by a missile. I found his body parts and charred clothes,” stated the old man. “Now everyone says that we are vicious! People are independently-minded! Never believe these words. We don’t control our destinies. The small hills illuminated by the full moonlight, the echoes of birds tweeting in the valleys, and the cherish noises of rain spreading coziness in the air are no longer ours.” said the old man.
“Why aren’t we independent?, Waqas asked.
“My small village is nearby, Miran Shah in North Waziristan. When the Afghan war started, the government needed our help to fight with strapping forces on the other side of the border. Money was poured out to recruit agents. Paved roads and bridges were built all over to connect impassable areas. Power grids were installed to buy the loyalty of people. Our houses were filled with smuggled things: refrigerators, TVs, tobacco, blankets, minerals, weapons, and even food.” said the old man. Deep throated sounds of gut wrenching pain, emitted by Waqas, broke their conversation. A few minutes later, the old man continued.
“Ah...it was all fake. It changed our society, but in a negative way. Very few people became wealthy, and a corrupt/criminal economy was created. They didn’t see the other side. Education institutes were not built to educate our kids and no factories were established to employ our young men, so they remained engaged in the felonious arms of such business, making and smuggling both goods and drugs.”
“Who brought these drones into our land?” asked Waqas, while looking at the boy with blood-soaked bandages on his head and legs.
“My dear son, war in our land is as traitorous as passes in our dusty mountains. As the moon goes through many different phases, so does this war. These drones came into our skies when a superpower of the world began fighting with certain militants in our land. But these little robots can’t differentiate between us and them, between our schools and their hiding places, and between our houses and their chambers. Our blood has been shed and we are called fanatics. We know that the judiciary system is available all over the world to provide justice for the people like us. We are helpless and uneducated therefore we have no voice.” said the old man.
“How will this war end in our country? asked Waqas.“By telling kids like you to fight for your own right; by getting knowledge, by cleaning our land of evil elements that have turned us into scoundrel. My son, believe me when I tell you that we have been fighting for a long time, but not scoundrel. We could differentiate between righteousness and evilness, between light and darkness. Now, my dear son, we need that peace and happiness. They have wrecked havoc on our lives and happiness. We must rise from the ashes.”
Last Monday, I was so nervous and bored, I even tried to kill myself. (pause for 4 secs) I didn’t have any reason to kill myself whatsoever. Neither stress nor pressure. I am just tired from the same day, night, routine, people, from police station to home and from home to police station. Corruption, gambling, pimps, frauds and corpses. I wash my bloodstained clothes and embrace death everyday. (pause for 5 secs)
Doctor I’ve won every battle of life, every case in the investigation department. But I’ve lost everything that was worth living for. I still remember those days when it made me feel good to stare directly at the sun without having to blink my eyes. I felt I am not weaker than the sun, but now I’m not brave enough to face this bright sun. (Long pause)
No I am not saying that I am tired from my duty, because it’s my job being a police man to protect citizens. Although, there are bizarre and weird feelings somewhere in my heart. You know what, my father was a hardworking man. He never gave up in any field of his life. When my mother fell ill, he ran into debts. He died before he could clear all of his debts. I want to fulfill my father’s wish. He always wanted me to be a vigorous man. (Pause) Yes I’ve accomplished his dream, everyday the new sun arises, but I am that same old man who has been living in the same world and doing the same work. I thought why not I’d puncture the wheel of my life to end my journey. (long pause)
Three reasons I couldn’t do it,...First, the official bullets we use cost 15 bucks a piece. I thought why waste the tax payer’s money to buy peace for myself. Next day was Eid and my friend came into my house. I thought my death will ruin his festivity. Third, when I placed cold barrel of the pistol on my temple, suddenly something allured me to the window. It was so fascinating that it pulled me towards it. Do you know what that was?? It was a beautiful rainbow. I thought it would be impossible to die watching such an eye catching, and mesmerizing scene. After, enjoying the beautiful scene I shut down the window and came back. When, I returned back the moment was lost, it was over. I was in no mood to die afterwards. (long pause)
Hmm....four or five days back I guess when, I slept..? When, I had been to my village. I laid my head on my mother’s lap and dozed off. Deep sleep (sigh)....a very deep sleep...for hours and hours, doctor. One sleeps well on his mother’s lap (tears) There’s no comparison of that sleep with the regular one.
Please doctor, don’t prescribe me these colorful pills. You guys get drunk and sleep but men like we can’t even die peacefully. I need to sleep. How long will I go on like this?
Doctor, that rainbow has made me look out of the window and see how attractive the world is, how beautiful the life is, how beautiful everyone around me is. Never do I think, what would happen to “Ali”, what would happen to my friend, what would happen to my near and dear ones, and top of it what would happen to family, for whom I have been the world.
I was born and raised in Pakistan, (a multilingual country). My parents spoke both Urdu and Punjabi around me, but I was taught Urdu. Punjabi and Urdu are different languages but belongs to the same general family. Punjabi has a slight similarity with Urdu. Most of the Urdu speaking people can understand the written Punjabi with certain difficulty. Punjabi and Urdu are also an Indo-Aryan language. Coming in different dialects in Punjabi, Majhi dialect was one the most-used dialect in my village and even in my family. The other dialects include Pothowari, Multani, Dhani, Malwi, Hindko, and etc.
Dakhni dialect was one the most used dialect in Urdu. My parents taught me Dakhni dialect because it was more considered as a decent dialect. I grew up in an environment where my parents used Punjabi as their way of communication with the people. I started to mix Punjabi and Urdu. At that time upper class used Urdu as their language and middle class used Punjabi as their way of communication. There are numerous amount of dialects in Punjabi since it is the main language of the largest province in Punjab. As I grew up I got a better understanding of Punjabi and Urdu but on the other hand some of the dialects I still found difficult.
One day in Pakistan I had a chance to visit my uncle’s village in Peshawar where Pothwari dialect is used. It was situated away from the noise of the city. It was a peaceful and quiet place consisting of unpaved paths and streets. The village was surrounded in a hedge of green neem trees and bamboos. Most of the houses in the village were built from mud but some were made from bricks. There were green trees and flowery bushes everywhere. It was the season of “Amrood” (Guavas).
I decided to visit some parts of the village. I was walking down the street and saw a big farm on my left side. There were huge trees of guavas. The farm was very attractive and there was a tube well similar to the one we had in our farm. I decided to take a closer look at the farm. I saw a farmer, who was using the tube well for irrigation purpose. A tube well is a type of water well which is about 100 feet deep and 10-18 inches wide. It has stainless steel pipe, which goes in the well and with the help of electric motor, it brings water from it and then water is collected in a small reservoir. He was making the way for the water to flow towards the plants and trees.
I went up to him to get some information about guavas. I told him in my weird Punjabi that I am the nephew of Zahid Malik. He said “Kay Peya Kare-Nanh Band?” (what are you doing here kid?). I could not understand what he was asking, I thought maybe he is asking me to switch off the tube well, because the word “Band” means switch off in “Majhi” dialect.
So I went in to the cabin which was right next to the tube well and I switched off the tube well using a knife switch which was used to control the flow of electricity in a circuit. I heard deep, loud and aggressive sound from outside. His face turned into purple as he was getting furious. I felt ashamed for what I had done. It was only because of the different dialect. I was wondering what would he think about me. I quickly went up to him and apologized.
Dialects can create some confusions like in “American Tongues” this documentary shows how everyone speaks English, but every single person has a different dialect because of the different region. Dialects can change the meaning of a word/sentence depending on where you live in United States. For example in the south people would say “I am fixing to take my shower.” and in the north people would say “I am about to take my shower.” similar is the case with Punjabi dialects where the word “Band” means kid in “Pothowari” dialect and in “Majhi” dialect it means “switch off”. It changes the meaning of a sentence.
When I went to school, English was introduced to me because the British education system was introduced after a few years of independence. From then people started shifting from the local Urdu education to the British education system. Soon people started to realized the growing importance of English and then made English as a mandatory language to be taught every school. It was a whole new different experience for many people. Since I was already in a process of learning, English was introduced to me.
Every single country has its own mother language, It is not just a way of communication but also a part of its culture. Pakistani people started to face a new dilemma which had an impact on both mother language and culture. After shifting to English, new generations are not proud to speak their own language. By adopting English they didn’t just adopt English but also western culture, customs and traditions. They moved toward the process of forgetting their own culture/language. One famous columnist and writer Orya Maqbool Jan said “You can learn in someone else’s language, but you cannot be creative in someone’s language.” this is the backbone of what I am trying to say. It has a deep impact on me, when I speak with my Pakistani friends they are not able to speak only Urdu, but rather a mixture of Urdu and English which is awkward sometimes. I think once you learn new language you are automatically stepping forward to adopt new culture. People should be proud of their language and accept the fact that people’s language is one of the leading components that makes them who they are.
English is obviously a foreign language to some or most, but it has its significance in the international world. When I moved to USA it was a whole new experience for me. I think there is big difference between speaking a language full time and part time because in part time you don’t get any chance to build your speaking skills. When I came here, I realized the importance of both English and Urdu. I respect both English and Urdu, that’s why I chose Urdu to converse with fellow Pakistanis and English with others. I was never ashamed of my mother language.
"Is This the Death of the Urdu Language?" The Express Tribune Blog RSS. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Nov. 2013. <http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/18776/is-this-the-death-of-the-urdu-language/?print=>.
Research: We had to research online about our elements that were assigned by the teacher. We also had to search about their structure, uses, and etc.
Collaboration: We collaborated by helping each other, cleaning the table after printing and also by getting help from other fellows.
Presentation: We carved out our linoleum tile and we used the ink to print the linoleum by different colors to make our final product look nicer.
Reflection: I learned a lot through this project. t about my element that was assigned and this project required us to reflect on our core values.
Negative space is the space around and between the subjects of an image.
I found negative space by cutting out the parts of the bird, so the shade can be revealed easily. In my other drawing I found negative space by shading it and it is kinda brain teaser.
3) Why does it help an artist to see in negative space?
Well I think that its tricky and sometimes its brain-teaser too. It makes more easier to see.
I think that seeing in negative space enhances drawings because it makes the drawing easier to see.
What is one thing that your learned specifically that you did not know before.
One thing I learned that I didn't know before is that all aspects of a drawing are connected by vanishing point. It keeps your drawing in proportion. Without this you can't figure out your lines and it makes your drawing perfect.
b. How did leaning this thing make your drawings better.
I had to redraw my windows and some other things. I'd definitely pay more attention on my tables, and stools were kinda difficult for me to do.
c. If you did this assignment again, what would you do differently?
If I would do this assignment again I would definitely add some colors and make it more attractive by adding more details in every part of the room.
d. What is your advice to someone who has never drawn a one point perspective drawing before?
My advice to someone who has never drawn a one point perspective drawing before is that make sure your vanishing point is clear and every line is connected to this.
e. What resource helped you the most and why?
The resource that I helped the most were the guide lines on Moodle because I was doing the same wall as on the moodle it helped me with how to accurately create a perfect room.
¡Bienvenido! Nuestros nombres son Huzaifah y Kevin. Está es nuestra escuela Science Leadership Academy. Está en Filadelfia, en el centro de la ciudad.Esta es Nuestra Cafe También Nosotros comemos aqui. Tenemos una libertad mucho aquí. Es super divertido escuela. SLA es una escuela muy especial.
Está es nuestro profesor de inglés es Él Señor Kay. En la clase de inglés nosotros leemos libros. Nosotros escribimos esayos y participamos en actividades.
Está es nuestro profesor de español es Señorita Manuel. En la clase de Español, hablamos, leemos y escribimos en español. En la clase de español necesitamos la computadora, una lapiz, unas hojas de papel, una carpeta.
Esperamos que disfrute de nuestro video. Gracias por mirar.
¡Hola! ¿ cómo estas? Este es mi proyecto. Buenvinidos a mi video.
Esperamos que disfruten de mi proyecto y gracias por mirar.
es un actor. tiene los ajos negro. él es un indio. obras en bollywood. tiene el pelo negro y corto.
1) Aamir Khan
2) Hrithik Roshan
3) Sunny Deol
¡Saludos desde Filadelfia y hola! Me llamo Huzaifah Malik. ¿Como estas? Estoy tranquilo. ¿Cuantos años tienes? Tengo catorce años. ¿Cuando es tu cumpleaños? Mi cimpleaños es en dieciocho de marzo. Soy de Filadelfia. ¿De dónde eres tú? Hace muy frío en Filadelfia. ¿Qué tiempo hace in....? Soy alto y trabajadora . Soy de Filadelfia, es una ciudad grande. Me gusta practicar deportis. Mi fascina football. ¿Qué deporte juegas? Me gusta platicar con amigos. Soy deportista porque me encanta practicar deportis. Salgo bien en practicar deportis Soy un poquito perezoso. No me gusta nada ir a la escuela. Cuando tengo tiempo libre mi gusta jugar videojuegos. Los fines de semana, pasar un rato con amigos y ver la tele Bueno, me voy porque tengo que dormir. Responde cuando puedas. ¡Adíos!
In order to tell someone what's today's date or what's the month you need to know
1. How to pronounce the months?
2. How to spell?
3. How to ask date and month?
Here is the website that will help you out to pronounce the months and some other vocabulary that is related to this topic.
In español the days of week and months are not capitalized. In español writing the date is different from the English you need Date/Month/Year.
In español months are not capitalized. There are couple of months that are hard to spell for example diciembre and noviembre.
You also need to know about seasons.
Winter - el invierno
Summer - el verano
Spring - la primavera
Fall - el otoño
In order to tell the weather you need to know
1. How to tell the weather?
2. How to describe the weather?
3. When you'll use (hace) and (està)
Example for asking the weather?
¿Cómo está el clima? - (How’s the weather?)
Hace mucho frio. - (It’s very cold.)
¿Qué tiempo hace? - (What’s the weather like?)
Está nevando mucho. - (It’s snowing a lot.)
¿Cómo está por afuera? - (What’s it like outside?)
Hace mucho viento. -(It’s very windy.)
¿Cómo está el tiempo? - (How’s the weather?)
Está muy despejado. - (It’s very clear.)
Here is a website that will help you out how to pronounce the vocabulary for the weather.
LAN (Local Area Network) is an ethernet in which you can connect to your pc, servers, other devices. On my internet connection, I have my ipod, phone, printer, desktop, 2 Laptops and 1 mobile phone.
My moment from O.M.G ,I have learned many things to protect yourself from hackers and stranger that can access your network and your files. ISP is an internet service provider that provide an access to internet. Your ISP can be cable or Wifi, using Wifi you can connect wireless devices using the password that you have on your Wifi and using cable you can connect to your desktop. Putting password on your wifi will secure you so no one can have an access to your network. If you don't put the password your network will slow down and other users can access it.
I will tell people that they need to know about their internet is that they need to put their routers above the ground and then you will get good connection.