The Holy Prophet (PBUH)
Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) was the last messenger of Allah. He was born on Monday 12th R.A, 20TH April 571 A.D. His father’s name was Abdullah and his mother’s name was Bibi Amina. His parents died by the time he was six years old. He was looked after by his grandfather Abdul Muttalib and uncle Abu Talib. Both of them did all they could to rear him well. Before his prophethood, he was so honorable and trustworthy that people called him Sadiq and Ameen. People used to refer all the disputes to him for the final decision.
Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) used to retire and pray in a cave named Hira. One day the most wonderful incident happened to him. Through the Angel, Gabriel Allah revealed to him the true religion Islam. Thus, he was made a prophet at the age of forty. Immediately after this incident, he started preaching Islam. He taught people that they should worship the one and only Allah. Many people embraced Islam but many more turned against him and started teasing him and his friends. He was stoned and tortured, but nothing could move him from his right path. He continued his preaching unless he was ordered by Allah to leave Makkah. He left the city of Makkah and migrated to Madina. There also Islam spread far and wide and thousands of people embraced Islam at the hands of the noblest of men. He created harmony and mutual co-operation among the people of Madina.
Our holy prophet Muhammad (PBUH) passed away at the age of 63 years. He is the last prophet. There would be no prophet after him. He is for all ages and for all nations of the world.
Essay No. 02
My hobby is watching TV. I like very much to watch TV in my free time. Watching TV is my hobby however it never interferes with my study. First, I prefer to complete my school home works and study well then, I watch TV. I think I have a good hobby because watching TV provides me good knowledge in many areas.
I generally see news and discovery channels including animal planet on the TV. I also watch good cartoons which give me new and creative ideas to make art and cartoons. My parents appreciate my hobby and they become very happy when they listen to all the latest news through me in my voice.
Now, I am 16 years old and read in class 10th standard however I develop this hobby from early childhood. Watching TV in the right ways plays a very important role in our lives. It benefits a lot if used in creative ways. It keeps us update about all the news and happenings going out all across the world. Having knowledge about the happenings has become the necessity of modern society because of the huge level of competition. It provides a lot of benefits because it improves our knowledge as well as gives information to maintain our lifestyle.
There are various new programs on TV which are especially relaying to increase our awareness about worldwide affairs. There are various subjective programs about history, maths, economics, science, geography, culture, etc. relay to increase our knowledge. Due to the above mention advantages, I like and proud of my hobby.
Essay No. 03
My Ambition in Life
Everybody has an ambition in his life. Life without ambition does not lead anywhere. You do not know where to go and what to do. A person with a set of ambitions sets his goals will in advance. He does not lead astray. His eyes are always on his ultimate goal. He cannot be misled by other temptations. He is a master of his luck. He does not believe in destiny. He works very hard. His energy does not go waste. He goes on and on forcefully. His health does not fail him. Failures do not change his mood to change his track.
I would like to be a doctor. My country has become free, The government has decided to uproot the diseases from the country and improve the health of the people. Hospitals are being opened for this purpose. There is a great demand for doctors. Taking all these things into consideration. I have made up my mind to become a doctor.
Ambition is a great incentive to work. If you have an ambition, you can pursue it all your life and never feel tired. It drives you on and on quite tirelessly. You must decide early in life whether you want to become an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, banker, join Army, Air Force or Navy or become a commercial pilot, or a scientist, philosopher, writer, or poet, a musician or an artist. The whole world is open before a young man and he should make up his mind about his career as early as possible.
Essay No: 04
My Favorite Book
I like reading interesting and informative books. I have a library at my home. I often read books in my free time. I like all the books, but The Holy Quran is my favorite book. It is the book of Allah. It provides us language and messages of God. For more than thirteen centuries, it has guided humanity. It was revealed to Hazrat Muhammad (may peace be upon him), the last Prophet, in the 7th century, valid till the world exists.
“The Holy Quran is the greatest book of knowledge and instruction for all humanity and for all time.”
The Holy Quran is written in the purest and most perfect form of Arabic. It has divided into chapters and verses. The chapters are called suras, which are 114 in all. The opening chapter of the Holy Quran is very short, having six verses. We Muslims repeat it several times a day, and it is called the Fatiha, that is, the preface or introduction. It at once affects the feelings of a true Muslim. He cannot do anything evil or bad if he understands its meaning.
The Holy Quran makes it clear that Hazrat Muhammad (may peace be upon him) was bringing Islam back to its first, original purity, the only true religion, which had existed since the beginning of the universe. Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH) is the last in the line of prophets, going back in time to Adam (AS).
Therefore, the Holy Quran is the last holy books revealed by Allah to his prophets. Whereas the other books changed or got corrupted with time, the Quran still exists in its first original purity. Every word of it is God’s word, perfect and pure. I rightly like this book most of all.
Essay No. 05
Good friends are very rare in these fast-changing days. Old values have gone, and new ones have not yet come. Still, one must have a friend one can confide in. I am lucky to have a number of friends.
Tanveer is my best friend. I am really proud of him. He comes from a respectable family. His father is a retired Education officer. We are class fellows. He is one of the best students in our class. He understands things quickly. He is a bright and active-minded person. He is very punctual. He is obedient and respectful. He is soft-spoken. He is good at studies. He is not a book-worm. He reads extra books and is not confined to his textbooks. He takes interest in current affairs and often discusses with me the important issues of the day. His approach is direct but impartial. He is tolerant, broadminded, and co-operative. He is fond of visiting a restaurant and he takes his lunch outside on Sundays. He is also fond of seeing movies. He is also a good player in Cricket. We win many matches under his captaincy. He has a lot of knowledge about Cricket. In fact, nobody is absolutely free form shortcomings, but I never feel anything bad about him. He is very informative. He is always open to argument. He is a well-mannered boy. I am really proud of him.
Essay No. 06
A Morning Walk
A morning walk is the best exercise. It costs nothing but it is suitable for all. The atmosphere at that time is very cool and refreshing. Everything looks fresh and happy. A cool breeze blows and a walk at that time is really very enjoyable.
I daily go out for a walk. I never miss it and do it without fail. I get up early in the morning. I put on my clothes and go out towards the canal which is at a distance of two kilometers from our house. The atmosphere is very calm and quiet. I pass through the fields. They look charming and fresh.
Birds chirp and green crops wave in the cool and fresh air. The milk-vendors are seen bringing milk from the nearby villages. Vegetable sellers go to the market to sell their vegetables. Dewdrops on the grass look like pearls.
Soon I reach the canal. I take off my clothes and jump into the water. I enjoy a healthy bath. After that, I put on my clothes and say my prayers. By this time, the sun rises and I make my way back home. On my way back, I come across many people going to the canal.
A morning walk has many advantages. It keeps us refreshed all day long. We get an early start in the day. It sharpens our appetite and this prolongs life. It is in fact a panacea for all ills.
Essay No. 07
A house on fire
On the an evening of last Saturday, we were having a tea party at our house. All of a sudden, the happy atmosphere of the party was disturbed by a loud noise. The guests at the party started running out of the house in great confusion. I came outside and found that one of our neighbors had caught fire. The flames were rising high up towards the sky. Everybody feared that a big fire would spread in the whole colony. We got anxious to bring the fire under control. The wind fanned the flames. People want to put out the fire with buckets full of water and bags of sand.
The lady of the house was weeping bitterly. Her cries were heart-rending. Her only son was sleeping on the upper story. The fire had not yet reached there. But the cloud of smoke was summing out of the window of that room. Going to that story to save the boy meant sure death. I wanted to rush to the help of the injured boy but I had an injured leg. A young boy offered to risk his life. The people put a ladder against the wall. The boy ran up like an arrow. He brought down the child out of the flames. Both the boy and the child were choked with smoke.
The fire began to die down. It took two hours to bring it down. The building was reduced to ashes. It was a terrible sight. Our neighbor was in great distress. None could say how the fire broke out. Some said that the fire was started by some mischievous people in the colony. Others said that it was due to the carelessness of the servant of the house who left a burning cigarette near some clothes. In any case, the owner of the house suffered a heavy loss. But Allah is thanked there was no loss of life. Everyone praised the young boy for his bravery.
Essay No. 08
A Visit a historical place
Historical heritage is a great asset to a country. Living nations always protect their historical traditions. They feel proud of these works of genius. Pakistani culture is rich in every respect. I love the whole Pakistani culture. The things that attract me the most in this respect are the historical buildings of Pakistan. Last summer, my friends and I made a program to visit the historical places of Lahore. We started from Mardan and reached Lahore in the twilight of the evening. We spent a night in a hotel.
The next day, we were much excited. We decided to visit the tomb of Jehangir. We hired a taxi and reached the tomb. The four minarets of the tomb were presenting a very majestic view. The tomb was surrounded by a wall. Its entrance was very beautiful. There was a park inside the wall. The park was full of blooming flowers. They were spreading their fragrance all around. It was a very charming sight. There were some cool shady trees. Many birds were sitting in the twigs of these trees. They were chirping.
In front of tomb, there was a beautiful fountain. It was sprinkling its light shower. The drizzling of drops produced a piece of charming music.Soon afterward, we entered the edifice that contains the grave of the emperor. There we pondered over the mystery of death for some time. The room was decorated with colorful designs. We offered “Fateha” and prayed to Allah to bless the emperor with eternal blessings. The building itself is a wonderful place of Muslim architecture.
We went up to the terrace and had a view of the city of Lahore. It was a beautiful sight. The cool breeze and deep blue sky had a magical effect on us. We came down and sat under a tree to take some rest. We ate some eatables and drank cold drinks. We made some of the floral and mosaic designs that we had seen in the chamber of the tomb. In the evening we returned to our hotel. Our minds were full of solemn thoughts. We were pondering over the mystery of death and the eternity of nature.
Essay no 09
A Visit a historical place
Every morning I take my school bus from the bus stand which is close to a crossing. One morning as always, I was waiting for my school bus when this accident occurred. One bus crossed the amber light just as it turned red. The traffic policeman on duty blew his whistle loudly but the bus driver did not stop.
The traffic on the side roads had begun to move. One boy riding a motorbike seemed to be in a great hurry. He moved shad of all the other vehicles with an unexpected start. In this move, he did not notice the speeding bus and before he could apply the brakes the bus hit him. With a jerk, the boy was thrown into the air before he fell on the road.
The motorbike was pulled to a distance by the bus before it stopped. Screams and shouts filled the air for a while. The traffic policeman dashed towards the bus driver. Many people including the passer-by gathered around the boy.
Luckily the police squad in their Gypsy van were closed behind in the moving traffic came to the rescue. They called for an ambulance over their wireless and cleared away the gathered crowd. An ambulance came surprisingly soon but unfortunately, the boy had already breathed his last. Few bus passengers who suffered minor injuries were given a quick first aid.
The traffic was held up for more than an hour. My school bus was nowhere in sight and I decided to return home.
Essay No. 10
Freedom is one of the precious gift of Allah. Our country is no doubt a symbol of freedom and peace where we can lead an independent life according to the teaching of Islam.
This fair country which has been named the The Islamic Republic of Pakistan appeared on the map of the world on 14th August 1947.
Allama Iqbal was the dreamer of Pakistan. Quaid –e – Azam worked hard to change his dream into reality in the shape of Pakistan where we can enjoy the freedom of thought, actions, and religion.
Pakistan is situated in Asia and is called the future of Islam. It has been divided into four provinces, K.P.K, Punjab, Baluchistan and Sindh. The capital of Pakistan in Islamabad.
In the political sense, Pakistan is a new state but in reality, it is thousands of years old. It is the land of Indus valley civilization. It is the land where Muhammad Bin Qasim brought the light of Islam.
I love my dear homeland because it has protected me. It is the land of my forefathers. They have tailed here. Every inch of this soil is rich with their sweat and blood. They have become the part of this land for me this land is most precious and sacred.
I am proud of my country, the fairest of all lands I love my country with my heart and soul.
Essay No. 11
A Picnic Party
Last Monday our principal granted us a one-day holiday because our class had shown brilliant results in the annual examinations. The day was cloudy, and a pleasant breeze was blowing across. Inayat, Tanveer, Nasir, and I were thinking of visiting the zoo in the afternoon. But when I suggested that we should have a picnic on the bank of a river. All of them welcomed the idea.
We set off on our motorbikes in high spirits, each carrying a basket. We took the main road. The green fields of wheat and other crops, waving in the breeze, stretched on
either side greeted us. Some farmers were seen cutting grass and binding them into sheaves. How delightful it was to get away from the noisy streets and in the open fresh air.
At last, we reached the river. The water was flowing quietly. We came upon a grassy spot under a large banyan tree. We disembarked our baskets and kettles. We were now tired and hungry. Tanveer and I went to gather some dry branches.
Nasir lit the fire and placed the kettle on it for preparing tea for all of us. Inayat opened the baskets. O, what a delicious tea it was I had never tasted one like that before. We opened our lunch boxes and had a hearty lunch of pastry, cakes, bananas, biscuits, oranges, and poori. We made merry for hours. We sang, told stories, and played cards.
In the afternoon we hired a boat and started rowing downstream, Nasir and I took the oars. Inayat was in a jolly mood. He began to sing songs. Suddenly, he fell into the water rolling over the side of the boat. The next minute, we were all in water, struggling for our lives.
Tanveer and I could swim. But Inayat was nowhere to be seen. We all wondered where he had slipped. But just then, we saw his head rise above the surface of the water. I swam up to him, caught hold of his clothes before he could go down again, and pulled him out to the bank.
So, it all ended well. Though frightened, we were tired, so we took rest for some time. We returned home late in the evening. We were all thankful to Allah that the picnic had ended on a happy note.
Essay No. 12
Happiest Day of My Life
There are many days in life that bring joy and pleasure, but some days are the happiest and remain in our mind forever. These days are the reminders of the amazing time we have spent. The happiest day of my life is a visit to an orphanage. The happiness I felt that day is no match with any other day of my life.
My friend likes to help others and he often likes to arrange visits to different orphanages. On one of his visits, he invited us all. As I was free that day, I had decided to go. First, I wasn’t excited at all. It didn’t know what I would do when I would reach there. It was in the plan to reach the place at 2 p.m. I went before time and started to wait for others.
There was a magic show arrangement for the children and magician was arranging his things. In the waiting area, I saw children watching where I was sitting. Then they called me inside with the other people I was sitting with. When I was with them, they started to ask so many questions that where I was from and why I was visiting them when I didn’t know them? Their questions struck my mind.
When all the arrangements were completed in the hall, the children were asked to go in that area. They divided into groups and selected the person they liked most; they grabbed our hands and took us out. They sit with us and enjoyed the show while talking to us in the way that we were their old friends. They all were very beautiful and just our presence meant a lot to them.
After the show, we played different games and enjoyed different activities. We distributed gifts and sweets, painted their faces with cute butterflies and flowers, applied mehndi on girls’ hands, and ate with them. When it was leaving time, all the children had tears in their eyes and they were taking promise from each one of us that we would visit them often. With the promise of meeting again we left the place.
After my first meeting with these children, one thought hit my mind that they were thinking we had made their day but, in the reality, they have provided us the way to remain happy forever. I found that true happiness can only be enjoyed when you make others happy and specially those who don’t have anyone to call their own!