What a Night!!

                     Making my way, along the houses I dragged my trick or treat bag with my friends. We were out Trick or Treating for Halloween. Houses were decorated with pumpkins grinning at us and artifical spider webs were tangled among the bushes. Other trick or treaters were ringing the doorbells too. I adjusted my witch hat as a gust of wind blew through the air. " Lets go there." I said to my friends, Namra, pointing at that house. Together we climbed the cement steps and rang the door bell. An old woman answered, "Trick or Treat!" we chimed. As several pieces dropped into our loot bags we smiled at each other. We had enough candy to last us a month! Lugging our bags behind us we trudged to the at the right. Then I got my first good look at it. The roof and porch was sagging giving it a potbellied look. Windows were cracked and the curtains were full of moth holes. Paint peeled of, it made a shiver run down my spine.

           Suddenly,I felt a nudge on my elbow. " What!" I whispered to my friend. Namra silently pointed at the door, " I dare you to go and ring the bell", she replied. All of a sudden the house seemed haunted and seemed like it was waiting to swallow me up. I shook my head. " No way am I going there!" I exclaimed. Namra taunted me. " Your a chicken!" " Am not!" I protested. She folded her arms " prove it." she said putting her self into the house firmly, not budging. I glanced at the house, I thought I saw something flutter behind the curtain. But, stupid as I am, I went. Clutching to my bag I slowly asceded the decaying steps. Dont be scared Hadia, its just a house, I told my self. With a trembling hand I raised to ring the bell, but before I could touch it, the door flew open.


               I gasped, and stumbled backward. The knot of fear in my stomache grew tighter by the second. From the doorway came an old man. With black and blue spots on his head and unseen white hair, he glared at us. Walking with a limp he shook a cane at us furiously. " Darn you kids!" and made a grab for us. Recovering from my shock I bumped into Nmara who was standing there white as a sheet. " Run!" I manged to cry out loud. Our feet pounded against the concerete of the side walk but the man was on our tail. " Come back you dirty rascals!" he yelled. But we didnt stop, we ran and ran till we bumped into our mothers. The madman stopped aa few yards away, yelling threats at us.  " What happened my mother questioned, you guys look like you seen a ghost!" It took a while for me and Namra to stop trembling and then we told what happened. My mom looked at my friends mom and they burst out laughing! " Kids these days!" they exclaimed. We stood there puzzled. What happened to us, what did we do to cause a madman to chase us a half a block on Halloween.

                That night we decided to keep our secret to ourselves and went home. We decided that we had enough trick or treating for this year. I layed in bed as I fell asleep,exhausted. What a Night!!

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So as you all know HALLOWEEN is coming! And so I will be doing a post on it naturally and might be doing a halloween theme on my blog.So stay tuned to see and watch out for my rutgers writing essay that will be coming soon.

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- HADIA

Gathering Blue

Okay so, this is the book I have posted about. This is the book that comes after the Giver, by Lois Lowry. I read the whole book so I hope you like it. I also am going to post a special story by me, that I entered for a Rutgers Writing Contest in fifth grade. So read the summary, and remember to COMMENT on what you like or should post!!


The book is a companion novel to The Giver (1993), and is followed by Messenger (2004) in The Giver trilogy. It is set in the same future time period and it treats some of the same themes. The central character, Kira, who has a twisted leg, is orphaned and must learn to survive in a society which normally leaves the weak or disabled exposed to die in the fields. In Gathering Blue Kira needs a reason for the Council of Edifice to keep her in the village and not take her to the Field. Along the way she meets characters such as Matt and his dog (Branchie), Thomas, Jo, and Christopher (Kira's dad). For Kira, finding Blue dyes is the best thing for her. Along the way, she learns more about the truth of her village and the terrible secrets they hold.Kira is often kept company by a mischievous boy called Matt, who looks to Kira much as he would look to a generous, indulgent, but incorrupt older sister. It is Matt who unwittingly reveals the flaws in society to Kira, who conveys them to Thomas. Ultimately the artists realize that they were purposely made orphans by the Council of Guardians, the group which rules their country. The said Council makes every deceptive effort to keep the artists under its control, but fails because of Kira and Matt.

In the next book,Messenger several characters appear again. I dont want to spoil the ending, so I hope yulike it and comment to tell if I should post the next book. Remember read, write and BLOG!!

Does Patriotism Still Matter/

Does Patriotism Still Matter?

I have been reciting the pledge of alligence every day, since I started my elementary school. I always wondered what could be one act of passion that brings every one of us living in same country to stand as one nation, under one God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Finally, today I understood the meaning of that pledge when my teacher gave me this topic to write about “Does patriotism still matters”
Yes, I firmly believe that patriotism matters. It means many things but most importantly it means to love for your country and be willing to sacrifice your freedom to defend it. Patriotism is not a blind passion It requires to support your `country wisely and doing best for it.
It’s human nature that we grow to love our town and country of birth. Especially when that country provides us with equal rights, liberty and justice, where we have freedom to pursue our dreams and can practice religion of our choice. We develop love and want to pay back when our country and its people need it.
Patriotism is a quality that makes us involved with community service. It encourages us to give society that will make it better. It force us to seek ways how to stand for those principal upon which the nation was built which includes moral responsibilities and freedom of conscious.
Patriotism still matters because without it, what would we really have? It means we are showing no respect and devotion for our country. We are not doing enough to make it peaceful and stable. It means we are taking our rights and freedom for granted. We are not proud of the country that made us who we are. Not being a patriot we are like a sunny day friend that only comes out when there no troubles on the horizon.
I believe that no matter what culture, faith and nation you belong to, patriotism stays the same for everyone. It does matter today and will always be!
I’m a patriot!

Ralph Fletcher

We read 5 excerpts from Marsfield Dreams: When I was a kid. In the short passages the author, Ralph Fletcher gives a decent amount of imformation about some of his past childhood memories. Some include fore shadowing while others cause readers to feel emational at the end. though I enjoyed all excerpts, I perfered the two I listed below. They had interestin qoutes and good endings.


From the five excerpts, I chose "Bobby" and "Last Kiss".
The reason I chose " Bobby " was because I liked the way the author foreshadows. In the text Ralph Fletcher states

He sat in the play pen happy as a pie, like he had no idea what was coming which of course he didnt.

( P.59,Fletcher,2005) Here he gives a hint with the sentence, that something bad was going to happen to the character,Bobby. As you later read, Bobby is killed in a car accident during his senior years.

The other excerpt I chose was " Last Kiss" In this passage, Ralph Fletcher uses dialoge and a woven idea. The qoute I perfered was

My father and I had drifted apart from each other in a small but important way.

The author also ends the story emotianlly causing the reader to fell bad or have sympathy over the protaganist.


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Book of The Week

Well, Iknow im doing this a bit early, listing the book of the week but im going to busy next week so he I didnt know. Also this should be the books of the week, becuase i picked a series to change things up a bit so this it :

The Giver Series
Jonas, an Eleven, is excited about the approaching Ceremony of Twelve. His friends Asher, Fiona and the others of his year seem to naturally fit into a certain Assignment. His mother and father are both matched well to their Assignments and even his little sister Lily shows some early inclinations to where she might be Assigned. He, however, has never felt a particular comfortable to any one thing.

Jonas's community is ordered by tight rules, and multiple things will result in Release from the community to Elsewhere. Newchildren who do not develop as expected and the Old are also Released. But Jonas is not concerned with those things. He is a good student and obeys the community rules, except for one instance of being singled out for removing an apple from the recreation area.

At the long endless ceremony of Twelve, Jonas is shocked when the Chief Elder announces that he has not been Assigned, but rather Selected as the community's next Receiver of Memory. It is a very rare event and a position of great importance.

Jonas meets the community's previous Receiver of Memory for his training. The man tells him that he is now the Receiver and that Jonas should call him The Giver. The Giver begins to transmit his memories to Jonas. Jonas learns about colors, which are not seen by other citizens because of Sameness. He had already begun to see some color, in the case of the apple he took home. The Giver later begins to transmit memories of war, pain, hunger and death. These memories are kept away from the community so that they do not have to know such things, but the memories must exist somewhere. Along with the terrible and painful memories, there are also beautiful memories of the time before Sameness and of a love that does not exist in the community.

As the memories he receives drastically change his understanding of his community, his friends and family, and himself, Jonas begins to conceive of things being different. That people could make choices for themselves, even if they were wrong, and that they could love.

When he witnesses his father Releasing a newborn twin Jonas realizes that it actually means death. The Giver explains that it is not his father's fault, because he and the others do not have the memories Jonas does and they know nothing. It is then that Jonas and The Giver form a plan for Jonas to disappear from the community and thereby release all of the memories he has received back into it. However, the night the plan is to set out, Jonas learns that a newchild, Gabriel, who has been staying with his family in the hopes that he would learn to sleep through the night, is scheduled for Release in the morning.

Jonas delays from the plan and flees the community with the newchild. They avoid the search planes, but as they go further and further from Sameness their situation grows more and more desperate. Finally, in a snowstorm, Jonas is certain they are coming to the promised Elsewhere, where people are waiting for him and the baby.




So any way this is the first book next im doing GATHERING BLUE
You better like this summary cuz I read the whole book to do this. So remember read,write and BLOG!!

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Ummmm....I think I'll Pass

" Ok I asked, whats next."
"That one, lets ride that one." I followed my fathers gaze to see what he pointing at, and caugt my breath. There, to me was the most scariest, tallest steel coaster in the world. I gulped as a row of carts dropped down in the most terrifying drop I had ever seen. Now way I was going on that. But when I looked at my fathers hopeful face, I knew I had to. Glancng at the rollercoaster my mom turned pale, " You want to come?" Dad asked. " Ummm.. I think I'll pass." mom replied nervously. " So My dad said its only you and me, come on!" I couldnt say anything. He grabbed my arm and started pulling, more like dragging me to the long, winding line. As the file of people slowly moved on, I drew deep breaths. Is okay Hadia, its just a ride, it'll be over in a minute. I felt calmer, somewhat, but then I looked up at the towering ride and my insides turned liquid again. " This is going to be so much fun!" my dad yelped. He was acting like a silly little schoolgirl. I didnt blame him, the coaster looked fun if it werent so scary at the same time.You see, my parents took me here to Six flags The Amuement park. Home of the best rides and the tallest steel coasters in the world. They had promised me they would take me there, since I nothing to do over the summer. I actually enjoyed coming here until...this. My brother and sister were lucky, they were safe with my mom, probably riding the horses on the merry go round. Suddenly, the screams of passengers on the ride jolted me back to life. Oh no we were almost there, with each inch we moved the more I felt queasy. " This is going to be great!" my dad said. "Easy for you to say." I muttered under my breath. Soon I felt concrete hit my foot. We were at the steps to the platform. I thought I was going to fall over. Dad rushed ahead of me and waited besides the gates for the carts to come. I slowly made my way up, waiting for doom. As the engines hissed the passengers came in, as they got of their seats, they looked shaken and white as paper. My knees buckled under me. what if I had an heart attack, I could already see my tombtone :Here lays Hadia Malik, died of the sight of a roller coaster,RIP. I shook my head and took a seat by my father. It was nice meeting you I said in my mind. I was buckled up and kept staring at the coasters name painted at the side of the building; NITRO. the engines hissed again I the seats started moving, I felt faint. Im gonna die, Im gonna die>Some one help me!! As we started making our way up hill we inched higher and higher till the ground. My whole body was trembling. I couldnt stop shaking, I felt sick. What if i fall off? What if the rollercoaster stops up here? Just as we went down the bend I looked at dad. He was enjoying himself, relaxing with his arms folded behind his head. " We are going to die" I said. He chuckled. "Im going to kill you after this .... if I live" I said. Still laughing he put an arm around " Come on be stro....AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" The carts fell with the most amzing speed. The wind whipped at my face that tears began to form. I joined in with my dads yell. The drop continued like it was bottemless. I had left my stomache somewhere at the top and was literlly going to be sick. Fighting to keep my head up, I clutched my stomache, opened my mouth and let out the most loudest yell I ever screamed. Suddenly the drop ended and we were titled to the side, I crashed on my dad. Above the noise I think I heard a painfull OOOOWWWW!!!Then everything was quiet. Yes it was over. But I was wrong, down we went again,this time I couldnt see anything. We were sideways, under, over and tilted. Then everything stopped. the impact made me slam my head on the seat. I sat there quivering, my hair looked like a birds nest and my hands looked like they My dad helped me up. My neck hurt, I couldnt feel my legs and my heart was beating so loud I thought everyone could hear it. Dad and I both staggered over to a bench where I sat there, both of us silent. Mom came and gasped lookin at our faces. " Was it that bad?" " IT WAS AWESOME!!" I cried, waving my arms in the air, causing people to look at me. I looked at my dad who was yellow. " Lets go again!" I cried. He groaned. " Ummmm.... I think I'll pass!"

Ella Enchanted_Book Of The Week

Ella Enchanted, written by Gail Carson Levine and published in 1997 is a Newbery Honor Book. It is an adaptation of Cinderella with many mythical, imaginative creatures like giants, gnomes, elves, fairies and ogres. The lead character of the novel is Ella who has a very charming personality with a lot of energy. On her 15th birthday, fairy Lucinda gives her a gift of obedience which turned out to be a curse for her as she is now bound to obey every order she gets. She meets Prince Charmont (char) and they get along very nicely with each other. In the series of events, Char feels himself inclined towards Ella but Ella does not say yes to his love proposal as she thinks that her obedience curse might hurt Char in the future. In her saying No to Prince Char, her curse breaks and they get married and live happily ever after. It's a cute little romantic, fairy tale type of a book which holds a greater attraction for young readers. It has a film adaptation as well that was released on April 9, 2004. If you like this review, then you'll love the book!!