Finding Forrester!

“Finding Forrester” is a film about intelligence in unlikely places that, paradoxically, requires one to check their brain at the door. It is a positive film about positive people and leaves one feeling good inside.

William Forrester was an old secluded man who had an intense knowledge of words, writing, and grammar and knew exactly how and when to use it. He had written just one novel in his life known as “Avalon Landing” which earned him the “Pulitzer Prize.”

He lived unaccompanied in his apartment which was on the top floor and apparently was quite satisfied with it. The only time he ever went out was to clean his window because from there he used to see the world and what was happening around him. He was a proud, confident and an arrogant man who had an immense interest in books, novels, stories, and any type of writings and loved his type writer and used it frequently.

He had a stern personality and his rules were set which were mandatory to follow. Every word out of his mouth was of great significance which meant and taught something to anyone who could understand it.

As far as I can review, I believe William was suffering from Agoraphobia in which a person has an abnormal fear of being in crowds, public places, or open areas, sometimes accompanied by anxiety attacks. Maybe because it had been a very long time since he stepped out of his apartment and had no interaction with people.

Talking about racism, William did show one sign of being racist in the movie when he told the black sixteen years “Jamal Wallace;”

“Sixteen… and you’re black! It’s remarkable.”

This dialogue really offended Jamal but William manipulated the conversation straight away so it doesn’t really prove anything whether he was a racist or not. Maybe he had never seen any black guy writing so fine and was amazed. It could have just been his perspective.

Shooting an Elephant...

An enemy is a person who feels hatred for, fosters harmful designs against, or engages in antagonistic activities against another; an adversary or opponent.

In the case of the story ‘Shooting an Elephant’, the British were the enemies, as they had invaded the Burmese terrain and started ruling over it. Fairly, the Burmese had all the rights to hate the British Army; after all they were trying to conquer their village, made them slaves and harmed them for no good reason.

The definition matches the story perfectly as the writer him self hated his job, the oppressors that were the British and while the Burmese always tried to harm the British army which included the writer him self. The were involved in hostile activities against each other, for example when Burman tripped the writer ‘George Orwell’, who was a police man, up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter.

The elephant was also an enemy, as it was harming the land and its people. Both the British and the Burmese were threatened by the furious monster! The Elephant somewhat could be related to the British Raj as just like the elephant, they entered the village by force and then debilitated its people.

Rafting

At last, just before the summers were going to end, the best day had finally arrived. My family and I were going to go rafting. My brother and sister were as excited as I was, and even for them it was going to be an incredible day.

I didn’t feel like a complete amateur as my dad knew a great deal about rafting and I was sure that he would be able to help us a lot.

After we got to the river, I was ecstatic to see how violent and thrilling the water was and I was sure that it would be breathtaking. But I won’t deny the fact that I was a little scared at the beginning but later it turned out to be great fun!

I wore a life jacket during the rafting and got absolutely wet from head to toe, and the chilly breeze made all of us hungry as well. So we ate sandwiches and drank pop and enjoyed our selves thoroughly. No doubt, it was the best thing I had done all summer.

What can make a Mother happier?

“Aah what’s that noise, make it stop and switch off those lights!” I said with my eyes still tightly shut and tried going back to sleep until my husband’s voice came out; “Rukhsana begum wake up its time for you to make sehri and for God sakes put that alarm off, one of these days, it’s going to give me a heart attack!” My husband was already up and reciting the Quran silently. He wakes up him self for sehri, I think he worries that I may forget to wake him up or wake up my self and he would have to keep the fast without having sehri, like that will ever happen!

Rubbing my eyes I got up from the bed, still half asleep and drowsily went towards the bathroom. It was 4:50 am; hardly an hour was left for the sehri time to end. The kids were fast asleep; I had no intentions to wake the poor souls up until 5:15 am so at least they could complete their naps.
After I was done with my ablution I went to the kitchen to prepare the food. The ‘Aalo ki burkian’, ‘parathey’ and ‘doodh sawaiyaan’ smelt delicious and succulent. My mouth was watering and my stomach was making crazy noises due to hunger.

After decorating the food, fresh omelet, tea tray and banana shake on the dining table, I banged into my older daughter's room to wake her up, as it is the most difficult job, harder than waking up my self. I roared; “wake up Madeeha! You 23 years old fatso, first you don’t help your old mother and then hibernate shamelessly while I do all the work.”

Waking up my youngest one is the easiest, sometimes she freaks me out. In the middle of the night if I just enter her room and call her name lightly, she’ll wake up and would not even be drowsy or anything. However, I went quietly to her room and as I had expected she was already up because of the yells she heard while I was scolding the older one, and was in the bathroom.
My husband has strict table rules; he does not allow anyone to sit at the table, drowsy and unclean. We have to be in proper clothes, bathed and fresh before we take our seats. Keeping the rules in mind, my kids and husband came and sat on the table, looking all bright though Madeeha still had red eyes.

Finally I gladly served them with sehri as I have never taken it as a duty- to- fulfill but it is my love and concern for them. And any how, I love to cook and serve, what can make a mother happier than seeing her family healthy, happy and fresh?

INTRODUCTION!

My name’s Hira Syed and I was born in Hong Kong but I have spent my entire life in Pakistan. I have been blessed with a complete loving and devoted family, who have supported me through thick and thin.

I am ambitious. Not that I have always succeeded, I have faced failure, a lot of times but that never de-motivated me from going beyond. In fact it always gave me a thrust to do better, to be better.

As a person, I love to socialize, I’m quite friendly but usually with the people I think I’m going to be comfortable with. Meeting new people has always thrilled me; it gives me the exposure and pleasure that the bookish studies would never give me. Maybe that’s why I have always run away from studies and favored the practical life more.

Like all other teenagers, I never really cared about anything but my self, my happiness, my shopping, and my clothes until I faced some life changing experiences such as my volunteer work at the KVTC (Karachi Vocational Training Center).

Other then that so far my experience at Szabist has been fantastic. For a change I’m not running away from it, maybe because this is what I always wanted, do something I want to do.

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