Spring Break
Welcome to the world
Not having anything to do
Watching netflix all day
Not answering the phone
Not responding to people
Welcome to the world
Where you are in paradise all day long
Eating chocolate and drinking soda
Enjoy it while it lasts
I can’t wait to join this world
No school, no anything
Welcome to spring break
Two weeks of heaven, paradise
Welcome to the time of your life
Welcome to the world where you don’t have to worry
Welcome to paradise.
Some people may think, what is personification. Well if you think that, It’s about to be answered. Read my poem and try to think about what it means.
Heart vs soul
Light vs dark
Proud vs ashamed
All day I sit there, watching him brag
Watching him be proud
While I, I just sit there being ashamed
Bragging, bragging all day
People taking pictures, not of me, but of him
Tall and proud, pretty and perfect
People walking past me, not noticing me
Two families, totally separate, never talk
People’s lives are being represented by colors
I used to be light, plain and innocent
Now dripping with grey, cloudy and depressed
While he sits there showing off.
He used to be the same as me
Simple and plain.
Then, covered with paint, we were different.
So If you haven’t figured it out, personification means when you give a none human thing, human qualities! Hope you enjoyed.
We started to read poems from a famous poet, Rumi. He has a interesting style, deep and hopeful at the same time. We were asked to write a poem in the style of Rumi, so I wrote Life and Death. I am really proud of this poem, it really sounds like Rumi. Here is my poem.
Rumi Life And Death Style:
Live your life to the fullest
Live your life to the fullest
Because at any moment,
It could all come to an end
Do not worry about death
Focus on living your life
Cherish the moments you have
Love your family, because
They love you more than the world
Enjoy the great life you have
Don’t be scared of what comes next
Just enjoy what you have now
Live your life to the fullest
So we were supposed to make a poem about NY. There were different topics and I picked kindness. Here is my poem. I wrote this because tourists always ask my mom question, and shes always super kind! I really like this poem because it represents NY in a sweet way!
Kindness
“Where is the A train?”
I hear a young woman say
My mom looks and points
We were asked to make a model or drawing of something that represents NY, the main challenge was making it personal. Also it had to be map art, which is art where in some shape or form a map is used in the art. I decided to make to projects, that somehow will connect. So I started with my idea of making a hat covered in maps. I decided later in the process to change my idea, but I still wanted to make it meaningful, and I wasn’t going to give up. I decided to make a 3D model of my block. Since my parents are divorced there is obviously personal feelings I can add to my block. I was going to make it like emotional 3D models. I was going to make my favorite stores, and the streets! I was so excited, I wanted to do more. So I got my block, something personal. I also wanted something broader, more New Yorky to go with the personal piece. I decided to make a NY monument. I decided on the Empire State Building. No I didn’t just pick a random monument! When I was younger I dreamed of going to the top of the Empire State Building with my dad. One year we finally went to the top and it was amazing. So ever my broader thing has personal feelings!
This picture shows all the connected systems inside your body. My group focused on the muscle system, and the muscle system connects to all the other system. All the systems take in or give something to another system. Here it shows all 7 systems and the stuff it does to help each other out. Each group gives or takes in something from one another. I was confused for two systems because I wasn’t there when they presented but I tried my best with the information I had.
Here is the recipe!
Chapati, what’s that?
Article written by Emma Hirsch, 6th grader
Time to bring back chapatis from the 1980’s! You may be wondering, what the heck are those? Well all your questions are about to be answered.
This is a chapati. You can have beef, egg, vegetable, chicken, anything and everything you want on your chapatis
For those of you who are confused about what this is, it is similar to tacos. Warm crusty bread surrounding whatever you want on the inside. These can be eaten warm or cold, during the day or during the night. Chaptis are eaten by Shabanu, Phulan, Mami, Dadi and the rest of their family. You guys probably don’t know who those people are! Recently I read a fantastic book about a 12 year old girl named Shabanu. Fighting for her life, and getting her job done. She has an older sister and two parents. She has many camels and she forms bonds with each of them, until… well you have to read the book to find out. Shabanu by Suzanne Fisher Staples. I recommend reading it. Chapatis are very popular in the book I mentioned. I have some quotes from the book so you belive me how popular they are!
Page 68, “Dadi hands me a cup of tea and a chapati. I haven’t eaten since yesterday and am hungry.” See, they are always a good snack!
Page 53, “Dadi gestures me away, so I go to search for the bowl and pan to make chapatis”
You may be curious whose job is it to make the chapatis. Well that’s usually the women in the family such as Mama, Phulan, Auntie, or Shabanu. Chapatis are very important for this family because they are nomadic- A person or group that always travels, never stays in one place- So they can’t carry a lot of ingredients around wherever they go. This recipe is simple and easy, and not a lot of ingredients. This was an easy food for the family because it was easy for them to make. If you haven’t already you have to try chapatis, they are amazing!
For more information about chapatis read the book Shabanu by Suzanne Fisher Staples.
Dear Diary, This is Shabanu
My life is getting really complicated, really fast. I need some time to write my thoughts down. A few weeks ago I had to do something, that was pretty gross, but I got the job done. I had to birth a camel. So If you any of you are ever going to birth a camel, I would suggest going to the Toba afterwards. Hopefully it would have rained so that you can actually bath at the Toba. Birthing this camel was scary, but a once in a lifetime especially sense Dadi sold all of our camels. Now I won’t be birthing camels anymore. Taking care of camels isn’t my only job. I help Mama around the house sometimes. Life hasn’t been so perfect. If only grandfather didn’t die. That was sad, and scary. “We must hurry, Dadi and I, to find a burial place before the heat…” page 131. I just need to pray to Allah, that every thing will be okay.
This is what i thought the dress looked like that mama made.
This is what the camel looked like after I birthed its baby.
I tilt his head to Mecca so his soul can pray… Today was a long, sad, difficult day. I try to sleep, but all I think of is all his stories. After a long night of crying and tossing and turning I awaken. Today was the hardest, saddest, day of my life. All these tasks I had to do for his dead body. I had wash his thin body with the last of our water. Then I prayed, I never prayed harder.
Dear diary, let Jindwadda Ali Abassi’s soul live forever.
This is a picture of Gus and Ben’s drawing of Dadi
This is what I pictured Dadi would look like.
Poetry has always been something that I have enjoyed. When I’m feeling shy and don’t want to talk, I can write my ideas down and turn it into a poem. A few years ago there was a poetry contest for haikus. Our class looked at some of the finalist’s poems. From that we got inspired to write our own. Our poems had to be related to New York City. Poems are more than just some words on paper. I wanted to make it seem like the person reading this poems was there when it happened. I also wanted it to sound poetic and pretty. I started to think how can I make words pretty. I thought I can make it touching, and descriptive, short but not rushed. Once I picked my topic it was easy from then on. I chose to do 6.am, and the reason is because I used to wake up around 6.am when I was younger, but now I don’t. I sleep later now. I wanted to put my memories on paper. During the summer I go to East Hampton. my dad and mom are both there. My dad and I would always wake up early and take a walk on the beach with my dog. We would sit in the sand and look up at the sky. Colors mixing around to make a perfect sunrise. I don’t do that anymore, but I have memories.
Here is my poem:
Morning walks with dad
The sand grabs our feet
I take his hand and look up
Nature cries colors
I was really proud of my poem so I wanted to make another one.
6.am morning walks
I glance at the clouds
I see the colorful sky
Nature cries colors