Summer reading

These are the three books I read. I annotated THE BASKETBALL DIARIES.

 

My favorite book was THE BOY WITH THE STRIPED PAJAMAS I really like this because I felt like it was part of my peoples history.

Here are some of the notes/annotations I took in THE BASKETBALL DIARIES:

p.46 Whats wrong with him?

p.54 Basketball is all he has.

p.85 He could get hime self into so much trouble.

p.104 He’s such a weird kid.

p.110 He doesn’t get surprised with anything

p.120 Does his mom know he’s doing this?

p.127 No supervision at all from parents.

p.126 He has a weird life.

p.128 So many stories and life lessons.

p.136 how does he live life like this.

Poem

Basketball

Fun, challenging

Running, shooting, dribbling

The sport I love so much

Basketball

 

This is one of my poems. Its about basketball. It is a cinquain type of a poem. The elements of poetry in this is line breaks. I like this poem a lot. I think I could of worked way harder on it but I still really like it. If I could change something I would of made it a little longer to say more stuff about basketball. One thing I really like about it though is that it explains a lot about me because I love the sport of basketball.

 

My favorite art piece

Screenshot 2016-06-08 at 9.42.35 AM This is my favorite art piece that I’ve made this school year. This is my favorite because I spent the most time on it. I feel like its an a example of my best work. If I could change one thing though I would straiten the E a little bit.

Map Project Final

Screenshot 2016-06-08 at 9.26.16 AM This is my final version of my map project. The labels for the boroughs are spray painted on by me. I really like this project because I felt I was really creative with this and I spent a really long time on it. If I could change something I would of made the pray paints look a little more exact.

My Map Art

Screenshot 2016-05-25 at 9.50.45 AM This is my map art. The reason that there is the letters cut out for all the borrows is because I am going to spray paint them. I feel this represents me and NYC because the spray paint represents graffiti. I just have to spray paint and then it will be done. I am very proud of this because I feel it is very unique.

Shabanu New Articles

Shabanu Movie 2 – Small

Grandpa Dead:

Derawar, Passed on a day,

Jindwada Ali Abbasi died yesterday. He died in peace. He died because of a sandstorm in Pakistan, and he died a few days later, because of the effect. We can’t be one hundred percent certain, but Jindwadda was very injured during the sandstorm. It’s a miracle that he even survived. He was found outside, and conscious but asked specifically to be buried in Derawar, but unfortunately, his request couldn’t be fulfilled. Jindwadda died in the night about 10 days after the sandstorm. “I want to die at Derawar” his family remember him saying.

 

Grandpa fought in the war between Pakistan and Afghanistan. He fought hard for his country, and we will take today to appreciate his hard work in the army, and be sure that his death has been noticed.

 

INFANT, 0

 

Auntie’s baby died in the womb from technical issues. He was suffocated by the umbilical cord. “It was another boy,” Her sister says after the death. The midwife who tried to help is Shahzada’s sister, who is a family friend of the Abbasi’s. Shahzada used herbs and powders to help, but unfortunately it was too late to save the baby. According to witnesses, the state of the mother was frightening, for the color in her eyes was not visible. After the death of the baby, Auntie was said to have slept peacefully in a green tunic. The baby was buried, and the birth was never spoken of again. According to family, the mother’s pregnancy was unknown to everyone except possibly the father. Auntie did in fact show signs of pregnancy, such as tiredness, weakness and gaining weight. Shabanu did have suspicions about the pregnancy, but thought it might be rude to mention it.

 

The mother herself is the spouse of a man who works in a government office and makes a very good salary, and sends her gifts. Her husband, Mr. Abbasi,  is away a lot, and most people would even say that she’s lonely, but it brings her to joy the few times that her husband does come home. Mr. Abbasi is the brother of Dalil Abbasi, who is the spouse of Auntie’s sister. She is the mother of two lovely sons, ages three and five who are just starting to learn how to do work on the farm. When Auntie was at the age for marriage, she and her father went into search for a good husband. At first, they were unsuccessful, but after searching for a reasonable amount of time, she finally found her one and only husband. Shabanu, Auntie’s niece says, “Uncle comes several times a year, bringing Auntie gifts-quilts, shawls and brass pots. He brings us vegetables, wheat and lentils.”

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Screenshot 2016-05-11 at 9.49.29 AM This is my map art. My idea for this was to spray paint each borough with it’s name to represent the graffiti in New York and how it is such a big part of what New York is. My next step to this is to actually spray paint the boroughs

Shabanu Stories

At the Sibi Fair

There are so many people here selling a buying resources. It is chaotic but beautiful, so many people working to sell their goods and so many people bargaining for a better price. Dadi and I have to walk a little bit to where we will set up camp. I make a border of where our tent will be and then start putting it up. After the tent is up I take the resources off the camels. When everything is set up I start to cook some lentils and curried chicken for lunch. Men start to come over to our tent to bargain a price for our camels, Dadi is a very good businessman and will not sell the camels unless he knows it is a good price. Surely Dadi will not sell Guluband and Tipu they’re our greatest camels.

Dadi is meeting with somebody who wants to buy Tipu. I see him negotiating with the man trying to make a good price for the camel. I am furious with him, Tipu is one of our greatest camels and it will be a great loss if he sells them. I see Dadi shake hands with the man and then I realize… he has sold the camel.

 

 

Every ounce of water counts

I walk along the dry sand on the way to the Toba. I feel it in between my toes as if it were a part of me. Mithoo and Sher Dil walk next to me struggling to keep up. Each one of them trying to be next to me. I get to the Toba to fill up the buckets to bring back to the hut. I fill the first one up and then I put it aside. I fill the second one up and then pick up the first one and start walking back to the hut. I can feel the weight of the buckets on my shoulder, each one of them losing a little bit of water when I take a step. Every ounce of water counts because it hardly rains here. I try to make my steps lighter so the water won’t fall out. Once I get back to the hut I drop of the buckets and get more. We need all the water we can get because who knows when it will rain again. Mithoo and Sher Dil still follow me. Mitho is still young and does not no what is going on. None of the mother camels will take him as their young to feed him. Poor Mitho, doesn’t know his family.

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汉堡薯条好,

华夫饼煎饼很好,

生姜水不好。

This is an example of one of my haiku's. It is in mandarin. During mandarin class on Thursday, April 28 we were told to make a haiku in mandarin or as we called it in mandarin a  五七五 meaning 5 7 5, and if you didn’t know a haiku has to have 5 syllables  in the first line 7 in the second and 5 in the last. For my haiku I decided to make it about things that I liked so mine is about food. If I were to translate what mine says it would be.

Burgers fries good,

waffle pancakes very good,

ginger water not good.

 

Mandarin

Mandarin has been really fun this quarter. I have learned so much. My favorite thing we have done this quarter is our Tai Chi presentation. It was really fun practicing it and trying to get it perfect. I also learned so much about the Chinese culture from it.

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