Ali and Omar were racking their brains for their upcoming exams. They flipped and skimmed through the pages of their Urdu textbook, groaning and moaning.
“I want to sleep!” whined Ali, digging deeper into his soft dark blue comforter. “It’s Fajr. You have already missed the Jamaat. Now rise and
“You were born to whine and whimper!” Saad pulled a face and laughed out loud at Sarah. Sarah turned crimson red and dignifiedly replied to
Samra Apa was busy re-arranging her bedroom furniture. There were tall stacks of books scattered around. All the closet doors were wide open. She was
“Aiiieeeee….!” came a screaming noise from the stairs, as Ali came rolling down like a ball. Everyone ran to see what had happened. Ali was
“Is it possible to be brave and intelligent at the same time?” Ali asked mom, as she weeded her flowerbed. “Why not?” Mom turned around
“Today Miss Elizabeth came wearing a scarf to school. She informed us that she converted to Islam!” Ali broke out the news flash of the
“What do you want to be, when you grow up?” Dadi Jan asked me, tapping away at her keyboard. (She loves to read, research and
“You won’t believe this! One of my friends got a tiger cub for a pet!” Samra Apa shrieked, as she came through the door. “Assalamu
“Please choose me as your vice captain,” pleaded Omar. Ali was perplexed. He was the captain of the school cricket team and responsible for selecting
