Life in Pakistan by Safiyah

Here in Pakistan, it’s really dusty and gets to around 50oC in the summers, so you’re sweating even under the fan! You have to turn your air conditioner to freezing so your room is practically a fridge for you to be comfortable.

There’s so much dust in the air that the sky is usually grey, so sometimes when I look out the window I think it’s going to rain (sadly I’m mistaken mostly). If you leave something for just a day or so, you’ll find it covered in dust! Sometimes the only time when the sky’s blue and the grass is green is a little after it rains.

The roads they make here are really, really bad. Well, mostly. They usually make the roads rough and often a bit dangerous, and to add to that, drivers aren’t very good at driving. The speed bumps they make can look really weird, like crooked or sometimes way too big. People often try to overtake you a little too suddenly and you have to slam your breaks on or you’ll bump into them.

Weddings, or shaadis as we call them here, go for 3 days! Well, not straight, but each day goes until really late at night and there’s mostly loud music and dancing and people shouting. If there’s a shaadi in our street, we have to turn the fan up to full so we can’t hear it.

The bride and groom have to sit separate for most of the time, but when they do get to sit together, they’re in a chair at the very front of wherever they are and on a stage. There are other chairs beside theirs so that their family can get pictures with them. The poor bride and groom have to sit still most of the time and live with constant photos.

The brides have to wear so much gold it’s not even funny, and it looks like they’d be so heavy that they can’t even stand up. Somehow they do. Their clothes also have to be really fancy, and they usually wear so much makeup they’re not even recognizable. 3 words: I would die!

Even though I made it sound like Pakistan wouldn’t be a nice place to live in, I’m just exaggerating a bit. I way prefer it to Australia, and that’s really saying something!


Life in Pakistan by Diyana

In my opinion, Pakistan is quite a strange place. There are poor people almost wherever you go who sometimes are injured, missing a limb, or just pretending. Some of them hang around on the roads cleaning people’s windscreens and windows (usually against the driver’s will), selling coconut and other small snacks, some of them sell stickers, newspapers or pens and some just knock at your window and say, “You’re children will be blessed” or “You will be healthy if you give me money!”, although some just sit quietly.

In Pakistan you see many strange things. For example, when you are driving home on a normal day, you might see someone holding up puppies on the side of the road and selling them, and sometimes they just paint the puppies to look like (for example) German Shepherds, when they might just be a stray dog from the area.

In most shopping areas, there is a butcher. Sometimes a chicken butcher, sometimes a goat or cow butcher. I personally think that the chicken butcher is the worst. The chickens are all white and are mostly given feed to make them grow faster so they can be killed and sold quicker, but occasionally people care for their chickens and give them a happy life. It breaks my heart when we go near the chicken shops. All the chickens in their tiny cages squashed together, squeaking and crying out until one or two gets grabbed by the wings and taken to get killed. But to me, the worst part is when they shove them in cages on the back of trucks, where they are squashed in worse than in the butcher’s place. Sometimes one or two or seven million have half their body stuck in the bars of the cages.

There are also many maids and drivers and gardeners in Pakistan, who are usually poor people. My family has a maid that we call ‘Aunty Shehnaz’. She is a very trustworthy maid and once invited us to her house and got us food. She is our only maid and her husband, ‘Rasheed Chacha” (chacha is like uncle) is our driver. Aunty Shehnaz has four children.

Pakistan is a very crazy country. You have to have nerves of steel to drive here. People drive like crazy people and car accidents are not rare. Once we were in the car and we saw a man driving some old-fashioned car that was rusty and broken.

That is all I can count up at the moment. I’m glad you read this 🙂

Life in Pakistan by SHAMS

Life in Pakistan is crazy.

The traffic is bad and one day coming home from the farm it took us hours and hours to get home. This is because there were riots in the street. That is where people block the road and shout about how they want stuff like gas and electricity.


Here the lights go out a lot. Sometimes we have one hour of light and then one hour of no light all day. Sometimes we have no light all day. That is so frustrating because nothing works like the internet and the batteries run out of our laptops. It is so boring and so hot in summer and I almost die.

One of the best times of the year is Eid. In Eid we buy goats and sheep and sometimes cows and on the day we kill them in our front driveway. There is lots of blood everywhere. First they cut their neck with a knife and say Allah hu Akbar 3 times. They are not allowed to cut the spinal cord. Once the animal is dead they keep twitching from the nerves and one time it kicked one of the guys in the leg. They cut the heads off when they are dead and then hang them on the gate so the blood goes out. Then they wash them and peel the skin off. We give the skins away to the poor. Then after all the sheep and goats are dead (we had 4 last year) they start to cut up the pieces with a butcher knife and a big block of wood. My mother has a butcher knife too and it is really fat. The meat is divided into 3. One third goes to the poor. One third goes to family and one third we keep for eating. There are hundreds of beggars who come to the gate on those days to take meat. Last year we had a sheep and we loved it so much. It was for the Prophet Muhammad and it was our favourite. We didn’t want to kill it.

We have chickens. They lay eggs and then after the mother has layed all the eggs, she sits on them for 21 days. Sometimes she sits in the girls bathroom but they do really really stinky poos and the girls hate it because it makes their room smell. After 21 days the eggs start to hatch. Sometimes the chicks can’t get out and we have to open the eggs like mumma is doing here.

We raise the chicks and then they go to the farm. We have taken two lots of chicks and they have grown up to be huge. We still have one batch of chicks here at home but they are not old enough to go to the farm yet.

We love animals in our family. We have a cat (Hercules) and chickens and turtles, a green parrot called Chambeli (which means Jasmine) and an Alexandrine parrot called Zumurrad (which means emerald). We also have lots of fish. On the farm there are peacocks, pigeons for racing, goats, chickens, ducks and lots of baby fruit trees.




How you can use Google Earth to teach your kids – by Diyana

Many people have Google Earth and find it good to look at landmarks, perhaps wonders of the world and just explore the world, Mars, the moon or the sky! Well, you know, there is a way to teach using Google Earth as well.

You can get your children or class (or whoever you are teaching) to learn about buildings from ancient Rome to the pyramids and natural or manmade wonders of the world. Here are the things you do: More

The Positives and Negatives of Home Schooling – by Safiyah



In my experience of home schooling there are many, many positives next to almost no negatives, so to me, home schooling is the only option I would willingly accept.

  • No exams Take away that horrible stress and the overwhelming struggle not to just look over at someone else’s sheet for the answers. The feeling that your insides have suddenly become an endless void is gone, and you don’t even have to worry about teachers patrolling with their creepy eagle-eyes.
  • Focus on your own character I know I used to wonder whether I should act more like the other kids in class. I didn’t make many friends because I was a little strange, and if I did it was because I was from Australia. In home schooling, you don’t need to look at other kids wondering if they’re better than you; just look at yourself and appreciate it. I find myself enjoying the qualities of myself that my old schoolmates found weird because it means I’m not the same as everyone else.


5 Reasons Why Minecraft is Better Than School by Shams

  1. Minecraft teaches you to design and build things. When you are an architect in the game you can build ginormous beautiful houses. If you mine a lot of cobblestone you can make it into smooth stone and then you need four smooth stones in a special formation to make four bricks. Then you can plan the design of your house. You can add pillars, ladders, stairs, shade, benches, furniture, doors and lots of other things. If you think about your design carefully your house can become the best.

2. Minecraft teaches you problem solving. For example, if you try to use your sword to cut down a tree it will be slow. If you use an axe it is faster. If you use an axe to kill a zombie it will do less damage and will ruin your axe. But if you use a sword it would do more damage and your sword will be fine. At the end of Minecraft you have to kill the Ender Dragon and to do that you need to collect lots of arrows, climb up obsidian pillars and destroy the chains so he cannot heal himself. Only when you destroy all of those you can defeat him. Then you win the game! More

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