The most beautiful experience of my life-essay
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The most important and beautiful experience in my life is the days of my leadership in my class. It was my first and new class. And my new teacher selected me as a class representative. The day's were beautiful because my classmates obeyed me kept silence in class. The surprise was the next leaders were not able to control the class.
Teachers appreciated me for everything I have done. I don't know whether it is because I am a stranger or something else. But I love my leadership experience and my new class.
Teachers appreciated me for everything I have done. I don't know whether it is because I am a stranger or something else. But I love my leadership experience and my new class.
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Life itself is such a beauty and a blessing, that every morning when we get up, we must thank God, that he has bestowed us with this beautiful and perfect life. Yes, we might consider it to be very ordinary, but when we step out of our protective cocoon 'family', it is then we see that, people strive hard for this 'not so perfect life' each and every minute.
A same situation, which made me realize the fact was when I got an opportunity to visit the "Basera Child Home" for Orphans in our school vicinity.
Everything since then changed my view point. My continuous complaints about the breakfast in the morning, to new books every session - everything changed.
I met Maqsood there, and we instantly became friends. I gave him my new Card board which I demanded my father to get me, and could see the glint of joy in his eyes. I never felt so satisfied within.
That one visit, brought tears to my eyes when I spoke to a one-legged child and how he loves Football. At once I was reminded something that our teacher told us, that, 'we keep crying for new shoes, where there is some one who doesn't have a leg'.
How did Maqsood manage the entire winter in that pale, worn out sweater. I promised within that I would ask mother for some of my old sweaters for him. It would fit him, as he is a little shorter and thin than I am.
I don't know what other's thought of that visit, but it was one of my best experiences of life. I made so many selfless relationships there. Relationships based on no material things, but just smiles and hand shakes.
A same situation, which made me realize the fact was when I got an opportunity to visit the "Basera Child Home" for Orphans in our school vicinity.
Everything since then changed my view point. My continuous complaints about the breakfast in the morning, to new books every session - everything changed.
I met Maqsood there, and we instantly became friends. I gave him my new Card board which I demanded my father to get me, and could see the glint of joy in his eyes. I never felt so satisfied within.
That one visit, brought tears to my eyes when I spoke to a one-legged child and how he loves Football. At once I was reminded something that our teacher told us, that, 'we keep crying for new shoes, where there is some one who doesn't have a leg'.
How did Maqsood manage the entire winter in that pale, worn out sweater. I promised within that I would ask mother for some of my old sweaters for him. It would fit him, as he is a little shorter and thin than I am.
I don't know what other's thought of that visit, but it was one of my best experiences of life. I made so many selfless relationships there. Relationships based on no material things, but just smiles and hand shakes.
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