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262,240,276
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All countries
235,012,728
Recovered
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5,222,419
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Coronavirus GLOBAL STATISTICS

All countries
262,240,276
Confirmed
Updated on November 29, 2021 11:24 pm
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22,005,129
Active
Updated on November 29, 2021 11:24 pm
All countries
235,012,728
Recovered
Updated on November 29, 2021 11:24 pm
All countries
5,222,419
Deaths
Updated on November 29, 2021 11:24 pm

Our Children and Education

First love is often mentioned, but first hate is rarely mentioned. I first hated Nadia when I was in primary school.

Nadia was my classmate and best friend. She was also my neighbor. We were both considered good at reading, but I was a little lazy, everyone would come and make some stupid mistake. My memory was not like Nadia’s. She would write the whole article in the same way and take the whole number. I would write the essay myself and cut numbers in spelling or grammar. I don’t know how many times my family’s nose was cut because of me.

Where can my contemporaries forget May 31? The sun did not shine except on the spear, this is what used to happen at a distance of two hundred kilometers, when the ground was decorated in the ground, shiny trophies were decorated and the first, second and third came with pride. And one was written in my destiny to come fourth. More annoying than the grief of her fourth arrival was why Nadia came in the first three positions and a shiny trophy would reach her house and a plate of sweets would reach our house before evening fell. And I used to think that this fight is Abu’s nose, my mother’s nose is like snow, my aunt’s nose is like Jalebi’s, all are cut off.
Between Nadia’s house and mine was Karan Baji’s house, where we used to go to Sapara. One day his mother told him that prayers are accepted on odd nights of Ramadan. Just now, when the odd night comes, this is my prayer, or may Allah either fail Nadia or take us both so far away that we will never see the form. I would cry myself with this prayer, because there was no problem between us except my incompetence and his worthiness. But it was no longer possible for me to bear his position and number. Seeing its shape reminded me of sweets and sweets reminded me of cut noses.

Then the prayer was accepted and my mother was transferred from Islamabad to Karachi. Years have passed, Nadia has no news. Where did Nadia Abro go, how is she? Was it first love or first hate? Even today, when the scent of pickle pratha rises from someone’s lunch box, the eyes get wet as if to say, why don’t you eat pickle pratha?

Arriving in Karachi, I was happy that Chloe lost her life to Nadia. But I didn’t know that Nadia was a character. Harassment of children’s drawing rooms is our culture. When someone comes, “Son, your writing is good, just say the sixth word. Not come? My son remembers six words with translation.

Then an aunt would come and say, “Look, the writing is so good and the drawing is so bad.” It doesn’t seem to have a human ear or a monkey’s ear (Darwinism would have taught Auntie then). Then a relative would come. ”Oh, my daughter is third. Beta third position is third class. Our son is first class first.

My mother Abu never said that our noses were cut, but inwardly I was saddened that I did not come first and wondered that there are thirty or forty children in each class, then among our acquaintances. How everyone’s children come first. Where are the children who do not take any position or fail? I also didn’t understand why the classroom opened when someone came. I hated anyone coming. I liked loneliness.

My mother went to the Philippines for training and befriended a woman there. Some time later, when the Filipino woman came to Pakistan, she also came to our house. When I met her, she sat down in a small chair like mine. I thought in my heart now how many incompetent children of Pakistan will cut the nose of the whole nation. She looked me in the eye and asked in a very compassionate tone, “How are you?”

I said, “OK.” “What is your favorite sport?” He asked.

I asked in surprise, “Sports?” Because I thought everyone would ask, “Article.” He smiled and said yes, play. I said, “Ice water.” She said, “Wow, that’s a great name.” How do you play? ”

As soon as my mother brought yoghurt and pakoras, we made almond kulfi with ice water, gola ganda from chinju, spectacled jan from which we talked a lot till the balloon of Eid Mubarak and laughed a lot. I thought maybe they didn’t have children so they didn’t mention reading. But when they showed me a picture of their daughter, she was just like me. He also talked a lot about it, told mischief. But nowhere did I feel that he was better than me. He told me that when my mother was in the Philippines, she fell down the stairs and fainted. When she regained consciousness, she would just take my name and tell me that I was proud of her, that I was hardworking and intelligent.

I loved it and realized that the people in society who only make us feel better are not our benefactors.

Today I am a mother myself. A well-educated mother and I don’t force our children to meet people who start their children’s viva as soon as they arrive. Which makes children feel inferior. Of course there is greatness in hard work but we cannot make children successful by harassing them psychologically. We have to get rid of this drawing room harassment and two table culture, only then will the fear of “how many matriculation marks come” go away. And vain jokes like “You are still eating your parents, you don’t get a job or you don’t” will end.

We need to strengthen our noses so that their pride or cut does not depend on our children’s numbers, jobs and salaries. We need to stop people from saying things that hurt our children.

Corona caused educational loss to children around the world. Whether the exams are on-campus or online, this is a separate issue, but as parents we should sit our children down and psychologically convince them that we see their hard work, their passion, not the numbers. Whose more come whose less. Life is not a race. Not everyone has a destination. Getting good grades is not a guarantee of a good future. The guarantee of a good future is hard work. There is no greatness in numbers, there is greatness in hard work and dedication.

You may disagree with that, but think about why we see life as a job. This life brings a different test for everyone. Each leaflet is different. Haley Burton’s first job doesn’t always have to be happy. Or become a CSP officer without any hassle. Our tragedy is that we focus only on intelligence, not on emotional intelligence or emotional intelligence. We need to instill in our children a passion for reading, not the jealousy of other children with high marks or the fear of not getting a job. We have to believe that sometimes even the one who tops the best university falls behind in the race of life with a matriculation pass. We have to free our children from fear, otherwise the children will continue to burn themselves for fear of not being able to face their parents due to low marks.

Of course we should keep our children connected with education with love and affection but we should also be their friend and play their games, talk about their likes. We should also tell them that they are the best in e-gaming / football / cricket, we are impressed with their games and skills. That way they will make us feel their friend. We should sit down with them and read a book while they are reading. In this way, they will not understand that we are just watching, but we will become part of the learning process. We should also talk to them about the subject of our choice and understanding and appreciate their understanding. That way, reading will be part of our home.

If we want to see our children succeed, we must be their partner and spend time with them. We can’t make him a strong successful man by simply changing the TV channel and saying, “Read an incompetent man, then Bilal will get more marks than you” and get lost in drama or news. We have to be their shield. They want to be friends. Well, we are, but to be friends, we have to go to their level and spend time with them. They need to be encouraged and encouraged to work fearlessly.

If your children are young, you can confidently tell your loved ones that you do not like to hear ABCs from children when you meet them. You have time for games, reading and everything at home and you don’t even like children’s competitions. Who knows what and who doesn’t? Just as self-medication is harmful, so is children’s self-assessment. Tell me, tell me, tell me.

If your children are older, especially those who are worried about on-campus exams these days, call them today and lovingly explain that you see their hard work and dedication. You are well aware of the problems of this difficult year. You have confidence in Allah and His hard work and you are ready to hear any kind of result. I want the child to work
to achieve the low water financially
mskan across pauy
bring the owner Low fruit
pauy lauy or lauy

Believe me, I was forced to write all this today by a tweet from a child who wrote, “I want to commit suicide because I couldn’t read well online. It’s better to see my parents dead now than to embarrass my parents with bad numbers.” See.

Look at your children’s mental state more than their numbers. Be their partner. Of course, in this difficult year, children need the right decisions of the government as well as the trust and affection they get from parents, friends and relatives

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