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Our trip to Muscat went by in a blur. All I can remember about it now is the day we arrived and the day we left. and just a few precious moments in between. Muscat is amazing. You could call it a Dream City. It was peaceful, green, and cleaner than any other place I've seen. Believe me, no one even honks the car horns. The people are beautiful and very polite. There are several museums in Muscat. Although it's modern and well developed, they've preserved their history amazingly. But I think that the main reason for enjoying our three week long trip was that my favouite cousins live there. Of course, we visited several museums, parks, and places there, but the memories that remain will not be of any museum or park or restaurant , but of the time our family spent with my aunt, uncle and cousins. I never really missed Karachi, my home city, while I was in Muscat, but now that I'm back here, I miss Muscat really much. But you know, I would never ever wish that I lived in...

I had recently shared my first limerick on this blog and I soon found out that hardly anyone knew what a limerick was. So I decided to write on 'What are Limericks?' Written below is what I could gather on the topic. According to an Oxford Dictionary, "a limerick is a type of humorous poem with five lines, the first two rhyming with the last."  Limericks aren't very common but they are funny and interesting to read. They are also a lot harder to write than normal poetry. I hope that reading this has given you some kind of idea of what a limerick is. If not, please google it up. Anyway, thanks for reading. And also, please see the limerick that I wrote, It's here on my blog.

Parents Sometimes as gentle as a dove Sometimes being very shove Forcing me to tie my hair Which makes me look like a tennis player Filled with unconditional love

The moment I step outside my door I see the rubbish heap has grown a lot more Holding my nose, I hurry away Towards the little place where I thought the trees sway But when I arrive, oh what a shock! This place is as bare as a rock There are buildings that seem to scrape the sky Leaving back all green trees to die Where all those flowers used to bloom Are now just stories, full of doom In not just one country, or a nation In this century, every generation Doesn't care about nature's beauties They seem too busy with their own duties If only people would realize That Mother Earth has a definite size It won't grow with the rubbish you throw Or the attitude you show So please, reuse, reduce, recycle For short distances, use a bicycle Stop throwing litter everywhere And make sure people are aware That saving the Earth is  everyone's job And if we don't do it, we won't have a log

Scratch  Scratch is an online community, a project of MIT University in USA. It’s a place where people from all over the world share their ideas with others in the form of projects. For example, if I want to share a story I wrote, I would start a project (online), type up my story, illustrate it, and then share it for the whole world to view, comment, and give feedback on it. Other than stories, you can make art, animations, games, and many other things to share with Scratchers. And unlike facebook and twitter, this social media is a creative way to express yourself. An advantage of it is that people from anywhere around the globe can look at your projects, love, favourite, and comment on them. You can make friends online and chat with them. And the best thing is that it is all for free, just a few clicks away. But before you join, I’d like to give you a small advice. Many people start using Scratch to express themselves creatively, but after a while, they forget this re...

After dinner you crave a snack Something sweet and tasty to get your good mood back Some cookies perhaps, those chocolate chip ones Or a plate of warm, freshly baked buns A scoop of ice cream, yes you're right I dream of eating it all day and night. A bar of chocolate, a piece of candy These are the things that are really handy But tonight, anything would go As long as it is sweet, you know

Sibling are so annoying Little ones always crying They want to be loved And can't bear to be scolded Brothers aren't so brainy And sometimes they go crazy Sisters are rather bossy Trying to look more glossy  But after all they're lovely too I just say to them; I love you!