One can't easily assume that a 7th grade child who don't have any political discussion at her home, no cable tv, no political affiliation by any member of house can think like the way she did, then what will be the point of view of our teenagers who saw all events and understand as well. One should sit together and think over it.

 

Let's see what his brother has to say about her.

 

 

First of ALL, the writer, my young sister is student of class 7th. Her hobbies have remained writing storied on pictures etc that she used to cut from different children Magzines. And she is quite good with it.

But this was something different, we never expected her to write this. She is not a great fan of Musharaf or all that, but as you can expect from a peace loving and honest mind of child, that they would like peace, love, harmony and hate to see the elders, the celebrities (she watch them on tv, so they are all sort of celebrities for her) to fight just for something that seems worthless, I mean a chair of uniform seems worthless to her, so why these people are fighting over it. Whats so charming about it that they dont want to leave them.


My thoughts: I am speechless over it

 

Before I start the actual text, let me tell you this is written by an 11/12 years old kid, I have just translated it here; I also have scanned the original page, with her writing. It's not something very special by the look of it, but what make it special is, it's a creation of a child. I least expected this from her.

It's actually two autobiographies; let me translate both one by one:

First an Auto Biography of a Chair:

I am a chair, but I was not a chair from the start. In fact I was a weak beach of a tree. One day few people came along in a truck and started cutting the trees. I and all my neighbor branches and bushes were all worried but couldn't do anything. At last those people wounded us one by one and put us into the truck and took us to a carpenter. He twisted, turned and rubbed us very nastily in order to make different shapes out of us, and make chairs from us. My other friends were lucky; they found some rich people to decorate their house with. Me the unlucky found President House and was found to be the chair of the president. I always think, I am a mare peace of wood, then why people fight with each other just to find me. I am wondering who will ultimately find me today. It should have been an honor for me to be a chair of the president of Pakistan, but instead I feel sorry, because all these learned and educated people are fighting just for a non-living peace of wood, the chair. So many people have died in this process. Why Human doing this? Why?

 

An Auto Biography of Uniform:

I am a Uniform. My childhood begins when I as just a peace of clothe and was waiting for someone to purchase me at a shop. One day an army officer came and he purchased me. That was the beginning of my bad days. That army officer took me to a tailor. That tailor brutally cut me into pieces and then stitched a uniform out of me. A couple of days later that officer came back and took me to president house, where the president of Pakistan dressed me and is still wearing me. I do not regret just because I was made a uniform, and now the president is wearing me. But I regret and feel sorry that every body is after me, and wants the president to remove me. Don't know why? May Allah Bless me and give me a good person who wears me. Ameen

 

 

Think about it !