The time I left my school to Study Abroad

So, it all started at the start of 2017, when my mom decided that we're leaving Pakistan and coming to Malaysia, this news was a major track-off in my happy life, but at the same time I was really happy that I'm leaving Pakistan and gonna study abroad. As the days pasted and our moving time came near I got sad cuz I didn't wanted to leave my friends behind.
Nobody knew that I was even leaving Pakistan with my sister to study abroad, when my friends and school got to know it, it got a bit heart-breaking for them and for me. I really didn't wanted to go from Pakistan.
I still remember the last day of mine in Pakistan, it was 4th March'2017. I was feeling down the whole day in school, and everyone was making me laugh and giving me to-bring-list which I gotta TCS them, but still there was a tear in my eye but because of them a smile on my face. Mostly my friends were guys in school and they never use to stay in school after off-time but that day they did because it was my last day in school. One of them even cried a bit and was sad as hell because I was going he didn't wanted me to leave..
Later, after a moment after my friends left I went to meet the teachers and say them good-bye most of them were happy for me but sad as well that I'm leaving, specially my English teacher: Sir Imran he was really happy that I'm going, yeah he was just happy, But when I told my school's Principal that I am leaving the school, he got really sad and was a bit teared up and gave me many blessings.
And this was the last day of mine in my old school ''St.Andrew's High School''. And now my goal is to visit Pakistan after becoming someone! And to make my school proud. 

My Principal. :)  

Reasons to go to Church ⛪

Why do you think that we should go to a Church? there are many reasons for that, some go to ask for there forgiveness in front of Jesus, some go to thank Jesus, well there are many reasons that a person might go to a church, but why is church really important for us?
Because thats the place where you are the nearest to God, and Jesus, where you feel safe and think that you are wrapped in His arms.
Not only that but when your all teared up and have no words to explain yourself it's only Him to whom you bow and ask for help, and He takes your hand and lift you up. We go to church because we have faith and trust on Him, that He will help. But the bitter truth of now a days is that airports have saw more sincere kisses then a wedding hall, and the walls of hospital have heard more prayers then the walls of Church. But there are still people who are sincere with there religion and go to Church every Sunday morning, not only to  complain for there lives, but to even thank Him for what they have at that moment.

The unknown boy. ❤

With his beautiful eyes, which told about how much he love her, sometimes when he is talking to her, his eyes expand and look towards her with great love and devotion is explainable, even she love him but she will never tell that to him, but her best friend knows that she do, really do!
His jawline!! Damn whenever she see's his jawline her heart falls a bit more for him.It's so sharp that its cuts her! seriously cuts! And his smile it something a person can die for.She loves the way he make her smile and laugh, and when he want her to always be smiling. He is perfection, he is a dream come true. But it's unknown that why he like and adore her so much, guess she'll never know, but his face expressions when she was making him understand about his paper, she wished that someone should've took a picture.
He loves her from the day he saw her, and fell in love with her more and more everyday. Every moment have a meaning in itself.
She loves talking to him, she forgets all her pain and tears. He is her inspiration, and she is his strength.What she loves about him? his kind heart, and respect towards other, she can give her life for his happiness.

Reasons why people lie.

Lie?! This 3 lettered word have many meanings, it's used when someone wanna cheat or when your favoritism someone, not only this but you lie in many situations,but what it really is a lie? it can be said to be a false statement, the statement in which is said to save himself/herself, or to comfort the other with a flaw-ful sentence, which in future will come up, and will bring more pain then just telling the truth.
When is a lie told most commonly? this doesn't have a well and good answer cause it can be anywhere; in a relationship or in school, well on some point it is to be said everywhere, anywhere. But what makes a person to tell a lie? i guess because some people wanna see there loved one's happy and a lie would make them more happy then the bitter truth.
This is a bitter truth but,
"You don't get anyone's love for free, you have to pay for it on every step of your life." 
Not only in relationships you tell lies, you start telling them from the time you are born, yea when you are born, study shows that a baby do not cry for food or any ache, but cries for attention. You start lying from there and lie till you bask on your deathbed waiting to die. This is what a lie really is that 3 lettered word is most-likely to be called explainable properly. 
Adios! :)






                                                                                                               - Al'z writes!

If I could be invisible....

There are many points in your life when you wish you could be invisible, when you want others to not see you, sometimes it's because your heart broken or when you think your unattractive, and even sometimes some people make you feel like your invisible by treating you like that. But don't you think how much fun it would be if you would really be invisible, you could ruin your ex's life by embarrass him in the public, by pulling his pant's down in the public or you could more-overly haunt him, or the best idea stab him to death, that's the best you can do. Well leave this lover talk..
The first thing which I will do when I will get invisible would be to steal the most expensive wine in the world (Jeroboam of Chateau mouton-rothschild) and to drink it and to have the time of my own, including I will be ruining the dates of couples. So other then that, I would be scaring the soul out of strangers or the people I hate by throwing a mannequin on them from nowhere or fake someone's death in front of them, just imagine you see a person get killed with a sword in front of you by an invisible girl, damn right?! The blood would be all over them, disgusting but a bit funny.
Okay, that's too much violence, now the other things I would absolutely do if I was invisible, it's to get most of the black money from the rich and give it to the needy or poor, because that's there money and they need it for their daily needs.. Along with that, I would travel for free, it's almost necessary, who won't like to travel the world for free, you can go anywhere in the world, can go to the most expensive hotel and spend your nights there. Lastly, you can get as much high as you want to, no restrictions, no drama, no crime.
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p.s. This is just an essay, so please don't take it seriously, and don't drink before you get 18+ It kills you :) 

                                                                                                                                   - Alirah Writes! 

My experience of Déjà vu.

Have you guys ever left like re-living a situation again, and that time being competently shocked and think; Oh man! This has happened before with me! 😯 Well, that's Déjà vu. Let me tell you about scenario which happened with me! More likely, déjà vu...
           So, it all started with a bright, sunny morning, who am I kidding, no that wasn't the start, well it really was raining, and on that awful day my mom told me that, we have to go to get my passport and to get dressed as quick as possible, and on the other side I looked like a drug addict, with different colored socks, looking at her with a exhausted face and cried that I didn't wanted to go because of the weather, but unfortunately, had to get my passport. Then I crawled down the bed to get dressed, and went to the washroom to change, i got  à la mode, and went to the passport office. As I and my mom was in the car I asked her if we could be able to stop at a café after collecting the passport from the passport office, she agreed and I was pretty amazed that she actually agreed with me.
The passport office was the place where i got my déjà vu.. It was when I was in the passport collecting queue while my mother was sitting on the chairs right next to the entry door, there were about 5 to 6 people in front of me, I had my sunglasses on and was continuously slowly tap dancing, and driving some peoples attention towards me  along with that I had the collecting ticket in my hand which i was rolling like a cigarette with drops of sweat in it, and there was a lady standing in front of me wearing a long shirt with lose pair of pajama, and had a hijab, holding on a walking stick, banded a little, thinking about something while holding the ticket in the other hand, softly and straight.As I got to the collecting counter and got my passport, the lady in front of me was quite dizzy, and semi-conscious, I helped her couple of time to stop from falling but when me and my mother was going out of the passport office, I saw the same lady fell down to her knees with a great pain on her face, and at the same moment most people rushed to her to pick her up and sprinkled some water on her face. and tried to wake her up, after some tries is woke up, and got up on her feets again, and left the office.
My déjà vu was that I had already seen that the lady would get on her feets again, and will be waking out of the office, but at that time didn't had a clue that which office it was. And along with being shocked I was happy as well, that she stood up again. That was my Déjà vu, yea i know it is kind of lame but for me what matter at that moment was that the lady got fine. 

summary of the novel: City of bones ☠☠

Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray is partying hard at the Pandemonium Club with her best friend, Simon.She follows some awful looking people, and discovers that they're demon hunters when they kill a demon in front of her, which dissolves into the floor. Yuck.

Back at home, her mother is acting all cryptic and over-protective, packing up their stuff to move away from New York City and into the country home of her best friend, Luke. Clary isn't pleased, and leaves the apartment to hang out with Simon. She finds him at a poetry reading, where she also runs into Jace, one of the demon hunters (called Shadowhunters or Nephilim). And then she receives a scary phone call from her mother that sounds like she's being attacked.Back at the apartment, Clary finds the place deserted. Except, that is, for the giant, slobbering, poisonous demon that bites her. She kills the demon by herself, but not before she's bitten and passes out. Poisoned, Clary is carried to the Institute by Jace, who introduces her to a few other Shadowhunters. They seek cover in the apartment of Madame Dorothea, a hacky looking psychic who has ties to the Nephilim. Clary realizes that her mother must have hidden the Mortal Cup, a magical artifact that is pretty much the most important thing ever, inside a painting—the hand-painted Tarot deck she made for Madame Dorothea.So they go back to the apartment! Clary cleverly retrieves the cup, but then an evil demon, Abbadon, rushes through the Portal, possesses Madame Dorothea, and tries to kill Clary and Co. They manage to escape and return to the Institute, where Hodge, Jace's tutor, betrays them by handing over the Cup and an unconscious Jace to Valentine, the Big Bad, whom he had been working with all along.Gasp! Hodge flees, pursued by Clary. They confront each other in an alleyway, and Hodge attacks her. She's saved by Luke, who is a werewolf. Double gasp! Inside Valentine's castle, which is under a spell that makes it look like a crumbling mental hospital, Clary finds her mother, who is unconscious and chained up.Then Jace shows up and tells Clary that Valentine is his father. Triple gasp! Which means that Clary and Jace are brother and sister. Okay, we're hyperventilating now. Clary manages to convince Jace that even though Valentine is his father, he's still a murderous, lying buttface. Valentine escapes through a Portal with the Cup, smashing the Portal behind him. Inside Valentine's castle, which is under a spell that makes it look like a crumbling mental hospital, Clary finds her mother, who is unconscious and chained up.Then Jace shows up and tells Clary that Valentine is his father. Triple gasp! Which means that Clary and Jace are brother and sister. Okay, we're hyperventilating now. Clary manages to convince Jace that even though Valentine is his father, he's still a murderous, lying buttface. Valentine escapes through a Portal with the Cup, smashing the Portal behind him.

Novel Summary: Frankenstein.

This novel is written by Mary Shelley.In the book Shelley presents a unique character as known as Victor Frankenstein and his creation, the monster. Caroline Beaufort Frankenstein Victor's mother. Caroline dies of scarlet fever when Victor is 17. The monster was more though there are two distinct halves to one character. Each half competes for attention from the other and for the chance to be the ruler of the other half. In the end, this competition reduces both men to ruins. Perhaps this novel is addressing that issue of advances created by men, but which fly in the face of "natural" elements and divine plans.The monster was formed into a hideous and gigantic creature, the monster faces rejection and fear from his creator and society. The monster's rejection from society pushes him to commit murder against his creator's family. Henry Clerval was Victor's best friend who helps Victor in his time of need, she was totally unaware of Victor's creation. But later the monster kills Henry after Victor breaks his promise of creating a female companion for the monster. The monster has taught himself to read and understand language so that he can follow the lives of his "adopted" family, the De Laceys. While the monster wanders the woods, he comes upon a jacket with a notebook and letters that were lost by Victor. From the notes, the monster learns of his creation. He has endured rejection by mankind, but he has not retaliated upon mankind in general for his misfortune. Instead, he has decided to take revenge on his creator's family to avenge the injury and sorrow he endures from others.Victor refuses to make a second monster, but is convinced when the monster assures Victor that he will leave Europe and move to South America. Victor agrees to begin work on a second creation and makes plans to go to England and Scotland, with Henry Clerval, to begin his secret work. Before he leaves Geneva, Victor agrees to marry Elizabeth immediately upon his return from the British Isles. Victor takes up residence in the Orkney Islands, off the coast of Scotland. Victor destroys his project and goes out to sea to dispose of the remains. The monster vows revenge on Victor not upholding his end of their bargain.With a wedding date set, Victor torments himself with the thought of the monster's threat to be with him on his wedding night. The wedding goes off as planned. While Victor makes sure he covers all possible entrances that the monster could use to get into the wedding chamber, the monster steals into Elizabeth's room and strangles her.Victor now wants revenge and chases the monster through Europe and Russia. Victor nearly catches the monster near the Arctic Circle when Robert Walton discovers him. Victor, now near death, is taken aboard Walton's ship to recover from exhaustion and exposure.The monster appears out of the mists and ice to visit his foe one last time. The monster enters the cabin of the ship and tells Walton his side of the story. Victor dies, and the monster tells Walton that he will burn his own funeral pyre. The monster then disappears in the waves and darkness, never to be seen again.

Most dangerous drug in the world: Devil's Breath. 💉💊

The Devil's Breath's real name is "scopolamine" and is made using extracts from a tree known popularly as the "borrachero" tree which is common in the South American country of Colombia and which loosely translates to the "get-you-drunk" tree. The seeds, contain a chemical similar to scopolamine called 'Burandanga". flowers and pollen of the tree are known to possess hallucinogenic qualities when consumed or inhaled but how effective, or widespread its usage is, is a point of contention. The seeds, when powdered and extracted via a chemical process, Borrachero has been used for hundreds of years by native South Americans in spiritual rituals. The compound is said to lead to hallucinations, frightening images, and a lack of free will. 
A hazardous drug that eliminates free will and can wipe the memory of its victims is currently being dealt on the streets of Colombia. 
Scopolamine often blown into faces of victims or added to drinks within minutes, victims are like 'zombies' - coherent, but with no free will. Some victims have even reported emptying bank accounts to robbers or helping them pillage own house. It blocks your free will, wipe your memory and can even kill you if taken in more amount. This is Devil's breath in normal flower form. 

This is just a picture of the flower, they might seem beautiful to some of you guys, but it can more likely change you into a flesh eating zombie if inhaled in large amount.
Its common side effects are dry mouth, blurry vision, dizziness, flushing, and a feeling of light headedness and coma. In severe cases, users may even pose the risk of death.In addition to the side effects referenced above, a number of potentially serious side effects can be linked to use of Devils Breath. These effects include urination issues, confusion, rapid or irregular heartbeat, extreme dry mouth, speaking troubles, disorientation, drastic changes in mood or thought patterns, hallucinations and extreme drowsiness.An allergic reaction is often viewed as an additional serious side effect of Devils Breath use. Common signs associated with a Scopolamine allergic reaction include tightness in the chest area, breathing issues, skin rashes, itchiness, hives, and swelling throughout the face. 
These are some real things which happens to your body... 

                                                                                                                      -Al'z written! 

What is freedom? Are we free?

What does true freedom look like?  Does it look like a voter’s ballot or someone walking out of prison?  Is it seen in being able to buy anything I want or in the fact that I don’t owe a thing to anyone?  Of course, it’s crucial to define what we mean by freedom so that we know what we’re looking for, what we’re hoping to attain. 
Say that a child runs outside and climbs a tree because he wants to get away and be free.  In his exuberant effort to be free, the boy wanders out onto a tree limb, turns around, and begins severing the last connection he has with the world — the limb.  Having sawed through the limb, the boy quickly realizes that he not only failed in achieving his goal of complete freedom, but discovers that what he was seeking wasn’t true freedom at all.  In his effort to achieve freedom, the boy finds himself in a worse situation then before — broken limbs and all! or some another examples; the burglar cannot have the freedom to steal, the thug cannot have the freedom to mug, and the businessman cannot have the freedom to excessively pollute and pay no taxes.
Well there is much to disuse about this topic, we will just start from knowing what actually is freedom? Freedom is the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint, and the absence of a despotic government. freedom is self-determinance; it is the condition of minimal constraint. Okay you might have got the idea what actually is freedom but do you think you are free? Are you allowed to make your own decisions? Are you not be bound of anyone?(as a child then of your parents) Is there human rights? Women empowerment? Laws made under religious sayings? 
All I can say is maybe, or might, and so do you, cause your not sure about it. There isn't only one kind of freedom, there are many, and to be completely free means to be obeying those laws and not feel cool to disobey them, if there is only one kind of freedom in a society/country then, there citizens might not be obeying them. Securing freedom from fear and freedom from want is very likely to entail some collective, organized action. That kind of activity is often carried out most effectively and efficiently (although, admittedly, not perfectly) by the government. If we want to live in a society where freedoms are protected and where the opportunity to exercise freedom is assured, we have to rely on some form of governance. So far, liberal representative democracy seems to do the best job of it. 
The main types of freedom are;

Freedom of the press prohibits the government from interfering with the printing and distribution of information or opinions. It can be limited by libel and copyright laws, and it doesn’t include the act of news gathering.

Freedom of expression includes freedom of speech, of the press, of association, of assembly and petition. This freedom doesn’t extend to expression that defames, causes panic, creates fighting words, incites people to crime, creates sedition, or is obscene.

Freedom of speech is the right of people to express their opinions publicly without governmental interference. The right doesn’t extend to hate speech, advertising, child pornography, and a few other instances.  

Freedom of Religion is the freedom of an individual or community, in public or private, to manifest religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship, and observance. This right extends to any religious belief, but not in the practice of all religious activities (for example, ones that involve breaking other laws).

Freedom of Assembly, sometimes used interchangeably with the freedom of association, is the individual right to come together and collectively express, promote, pursue and defend common interests. The right to freedom of association is recognized as a human right, a political freedom and a civil liberty. This freedom can be limited by laws that protect public safety.

There is nothing mysterious about the foundations of a healthy and strong democracy. The basic things expected by our people of their political and economic systems are simple. They are:

• Equality of opportunity for youth and for others.
• Jobs for those who can work.
• Security for those who need it.
• The ending of special privilege for the few.
• The preservation of civil liberties for all.
• The enjoyment of the fruits of scientific progress in a wider and constantly rising standard of living.

There are always two sides of a coin as do freedom have, there are two types of freedom; Internal(Inner) freedom and external(Outer) freedom
Internal freedom refers to the first and most basic type of freedom is embodied by the chap in jail, All normal human beings are born and remain free in the most important sense that they are forever and at every conscious moment freely-choosing beings. We can not escape this kind of freedom even if we try, for we must then freely choose among means of escape, and so on. Although External freedom refers to the normal and common freedoms expected in daily life, in most countries. It is something described as freedom from. because it implies immunity from undue interference by authority, especially by government. It is also sometimes called "negative freedom." 
 
                                                                                                                      -Al'z written! 

Book Review: Almost moon.

The novel stays close to Helen Knightly, its narrator, through each detail of the murder, starting with the senile Clair calling Helen "bitch" and soiling herself. Helen starts to clean her, and then impulsively presses the towel over her face until she suffocates. Helen refers to this as the fulfillment of a lifelong dream.The painful ambivalence of mother-daughter relationships are so familiar - and the problems mentally disabled elderly parents can pose for their adult children so well-attested - that I suspect it is a rare person who will not feel a thrill of sympathy for the murdering daughter or, along with Helen, pangs for a mother who was always neurotically tormented. As Helen tells us the successively crazier things she's doing - dumping the body in the deep freeze, summoning her ex of 23 years earlier, having sex with her best friend's son - she also takes us back over her life's previous 49 years of discoveries about her family and herself.She divides the world into two classes - the normal, and those like herself and her parents who are "totally fucked". She made an early bid for normality by going away to university, marrying and having two kids; but then she chose craziness, moving a thousand miles to look after Clair. We quickly learn that Clair was bitter about her marriage, which landed her in a boring Pennsylvania suburb. When Helen discloses that she was also agoraphobic, though, I became less tolerant of these revelations. Wasn't it enough just to have a mother who was critical and unloving? But the justifications for murder or instances of craziness-es, however contradictory, keep being larded on, culminating in her father going mad and shooting himself. It's as if the author, having quite literally lost the plot (of mother-daughter ambivalence), had been reading a manual of mental disorders and just threw in everything.As storytelling, I have to say this works. Jolts of titillation do build suspense and that, I guess, is what many readers want. But books we call literary explore, digging out fresh pockets of subject matter or language, describing what we haven't seen captured in words. Novelty can be overvalued - but so can suspense. Sebold seems to want to explore the psychological realities of families and how they shape the lives of their members. 
Suggestive insights are dropped in, but the need to continually amp up the action constricts truthful investigation. I wondered if her publishers pushed her toward the sensational - or if her chosen subject was just too hard to portray.The Almost Moon builds on The Lovely Bones the way that the earlier novel (narrated from heaven by a 14-year-old rape and murder victim) built on Lucky, Sebold's rape memoir. It's an inversion: in The Lovely Bones the victim is young and innocent and the killer serial; in The Almost Moon the victim is old and hurtful, the killer barely a murderer at all. There's a similar alertness to the ways in which everyone's a victim and everyone has murderous feelings, and outlandish acts again come out of a need to love and feel loved.In The Almost Moon, what initially seems so grounded in relatable-to feelings turns out to be a kind of fantasy in its extremes: instead of mere dissatisfaction and divorce, the father's madness and suicide; instead of resentment and placing the mother in a hospice, murder - an acting out of improbable what-ifs that is less and less realistic, but disguised so. Almost every family does, in real life, have something crazy to it, but not this crazy - not craziness this various and psychotic. The Almost Moon is unrealistic, but it's leavened with realistic description, much as the previous novel's hard-to-swallow heaven is made semi-palatable by the ordinary community and family scrutinized  from it.So I'm still waiting for the book that fully engages with a daughter psychically married to her emotionally with olding mother; or a novel about an adult child's identification with and fear of an aged, demented parent that comes close to Alice Munro's portrayal of living with a spouse with Alzheimer's in "The Bear Came Over the Mountain". Lurid action is easier to come up with than the subtleties of everyday family chafing you find in works such as Death of a Salesman or A Long Day's Journey Into Night, not that those don't have their drug addiction and adultery. Maybe publishers now would reject such honesty as tame.The excess of craziness means we don't have, paradoxically, an intimate sense of what Helen is like: she's sardonic, practical, controlled - but then none of those things, just her crazy parents' daughter.At one point, she thinks of a book her daughter had recommended, nonfiction about a serial killer. She reads it in one night but demands the next day: "How can you read such things?" Sebold's second novel will give you more than most true crime books - an evoked world especially (she is very good on suburbs) - but not the inside information it promises. It's both a strength and a weakness that it's a one-night read.                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                           - AL'z wittren!