News Flash 

Dear BSS Community,

Greetings! Excitement is in the air, the Student Council Elections, Cricket, Basket Ball Tournaments, Go Green, Water Conservation Projects and various other class activities were successful events! November-December will be busy preparing for the Mid- Term Exams.

Commitment towards the best for our children on the part of parents, students and staff is the key to our suc-cess. It is the hope of the staff that all parents will help us fulfill this commitment to excellence on behalf of ALL children. School and home can work together to build skills and knowledge, reinforce values, and develop a strong sense of self-worth. We must invest our time and energies in world’s most valuable resource - OUR CHILDREN.

In closing, many thanks for sharing your wonderful children with us!

Very Warm Regards

Jamila Ashfaque SM– Senior Section

Al Ghad Al Mushriq Private School

November 2014 

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Dear Parents 

Welcome to the 2014‐15 school year! 

We are continuing with the process of teaching and learning, confident that all the settling‐in routines have been carried out effectively. Al Ghad Al Mushriq Private School aims to make edu‐cation a fascinating experience for the children. We have with us a good team of teaching staff which is committed to the profession and constantly making effort to improve the academic standards. 

We are thankful to you for resting your confidence with us.   

Warm Regards, 

Zeba Masood Principal 

 

 

T he students of Grade VII came up with an inno-vative project of build-ing bridges. The projects

were displayed in the school li-brary for all the students and conveyed the message that ‘BRIDGES CONNECT PEOPLE’

I n order to instill leadership qualities and sense of respon-sibility in the students, elections for the Student Council were held on 14 Octiber 2014. The students voted for the positions of Head Boy and Head Girl. On the basis of leadership qualities and a sense of commitment

Rayan Hasmi and Manal Fatima were elected as Head Boy and Head Girl respectively

I n order to promote the early awareness of Ebola virus among the students, a Poster Making Competition was held on 30th September 2014 for the students of Grade VI to VIII .

The students expressed their ideas through colors and forms, accompanied with relative captions and slogans.

W ith an aim to provide a platform and encourage students to demon-

strate writing skills, talent of expression and outlook on current issues, an English Handwriting and Essay Writing Competition was held on 30th October 2014

  English Essay Wri ng and Hand Wri ng Compe onEnglish Essay Wri ng and Hand Wri ng Compe on  

T he school aims at excelling students not only in academics but in sports as well, as it builds character ,instil team work and develop leadership qualities. As a step towards achieving this goal ,an Inter House Basketball Tourna-

ment was held. In the semi-finals held on 21st October 2014 ,the Discipline House and the Faith House emerged victorious and reached Finals. The finals of the tour-nament was played on 28th October 2014 where-in Faith house won by 16 goals to 14.

O n November 6, the students participated in the Spelligator Competition 2014. All in all, 140 students participated in the competition which was conducted in 2 levels. The Spelligator

Competition is held for Private and International Schools in Sultanate of Oman to raise awareness about the importance of spellings in students.

My Family

I love my family It’s like a dream

Coming into reality Like a live stream

We make a wonderful team

Eating peaches and ice cream I have a big brother to fight

And a small sister to play with my kites

My mom makes the best dishes And fulfills our wishes

My dad is a great physician who works like a magician

No matter what goes wrong

Our love will always be strong You folks constantly make me so glad

I will never forget the fun we had -AreejHashmiGradeVIIRed

Climbing a Mountain

Climbing a mountain till the top

When will it stop

Feeling the cold breeze

I feel like I could freeze

The snow till my knees

And there are no trees

Climbing a mountain till the top

When will it stop?

I’m feeling really cold

When will I reach the fold?

By: Rahem Raza

Grade VI Red

P encil’s story of service and

self-sacrifice.

Once upon a time there was a pencil

which had always lived for the sake of

others and allowed them to use its

body to be worn out in service of others. This pencil

is a dwarf today but once it had a tall and graceful

figure. Its parents lived in a forest. They were cruel-

ly uprooted from their native soil and were brought

in a factory. Here, they suffered untold hardships

and died as this new pencil was born. The pencil

had a number of companions each one like them-

selves. All pencils were given shiny coats of green,

blue and red and were decorated with gold and sil-

ver stars. They were packed in boxes-a dozen of

them tied together in a bundle and a dozen of such

bundles in a box. It was packed with 143 compan-

ions in a miserable little box.

When the pencil opened its eyes it found itself in a

glass show-case in the window of a big stationery

shop of Karachi. It was the first to be sold. Its master

kept it in a drawer of his writing table. Then one

day, his daughter came and picked it up saying to

her father, “My pencil is lost and I am carrying

yours to school”. It became the servant of my young

mistress. It began to enjoy life, now, as it could see a

lot of the world

around it. It used to go to school with its mistress and help

in her studies. She used it very gently and used the horrible

sharpener very rarely. In fact, she took very little work

from it. The pencil’s duty was only to mark important pas-

sages in her text-book. However, pencil’s happy-go-lucky

life came to an abrupt end. The young lady dropped it

while getting down from a bus. “Oh my! Thought the pen-

cil I am going to be crushed under the wheels of the bus”.

It was fortunate; It had fallen inside the bus. It was picked

up by the conductor. The conductor used it for noting

down the number of ticket he had sold at each stop. Pencil

was sharpened too often and soon became small. One day,

it slipped down from the pocket of my master and fell on

the road.

Pencil: “I am lying here helplessly and do not know what

the future holds for me.”

      ‐Mohammad Saad  Grade 7  Red 

Winter

The time when it will snow,

The time when strong winds will

blow;

The time when everything around us

will be White

The time when it will not be so bright

When the chilly winds won’t go away,

Not everyone will come out and play;

We’ll see people around us wearing coats,

Most of them with sore throats;

Although in the snow sometimes people also play,

But no one wants winter to forever stay.

-By Zain Raza - Grade II

My Mother

I have the finest mother That any girl could have She cleans all my clothes

And binds my wounds up with salve

She fixes all my clothes And doesn’t mind at all

If I’ve torn my shirt Or outgrown it because I’m tall

She helps me with my lessons And takes the greatest pain

To be sure I understand them, And my interest doesn’t wane

She welcomes all my friends And permits us to use the loft Gives us popcorn and candy,

Till we’ve had enough

No, I wouldn’t trade my mother For all the jewels on earth

Cause there is no way to tell What an awful lot she’s worth.

-By Maha Grade VI-Blue

I am a book. I am very useful to hu-mans because they read us to become smarter and for their vocabulary to expand. I was made in Beijing and then shipped to Muscat. I presume my broth-ers and sisters are already torn apart due to the lack of responsibility humans have for their properties.

People don’t use us books properly with care. They just take us for granted like we don’t matter. A girl bought me from an antique store for two dollars. She was a very creative girl with a flair for words. She wrote poems and lyr-ics on me. She was a very different girl but in the best way possible and I trusted her to be responsible with me. But one day, she took me into the living room with a cup of milk and wrote poems. She laid the liquid-filled cup on me. When she hit the cup and it fell on me, I knew I was ruined. She didn’t take care for me. I cared for her poems and kept it safe when all I wanted in return was her care. I feel bad for humans for not seeing how val-uable we really are.

So, if you buy a book, give it some value because we are very useful. We help people receive a master’s degree. Be responsible for your books. Give them value because even if we are not living things, we also have feelings. -By Charlize Vicencio Grade VII Red

Autobiography of a Book

A Tribute to my Teacher

You’ve been a teacher, That I truly admire.

In so many ways, You constantly inspire.

Taught me the importance Of a life filled with books.

And never judge one, By its cover or looks.

I’ve learned to apply,

The knowledge I read. The lessons you taught me,

Will help me succeed.

You’ve always been Thoughtful and nice

Willing to help, Through your personal advice.

You’re a wonderful teacher And you really stand out

You’re my favourite teacher Without any doubt.

- By Massirah Grade VII-

Red

Poem on Friendship 

The day when I met you 

I knew you would be m

y friend 

Would always support m

e 

Which you proved with y

our trend 

 

I trusted you completely 

Shared all my secrets w

ith you 

Spent li le  me with myself 

And more and more with you 

 

The day you threw yo

ur pride 

And fought the world 

for me 

I knew you would alw

ays be by my side 

And share a bond with

 me 

 

But then you went awa

y 

And separate paths we

 

took 

But I know you won’t f

or‐

get me  

And that’s the story o

f our 

friendship 

By Omer Durrani‐ Grade VIII

 

MY SCHOOL I love my school 

We do not have any frightening rule My teachers here are kind  

But wrong doings they do not mind  Subject and teaching styles, Are plen ful and vary. Just like the backpacks, We all need to carry.  Sports, clubs and ac vi es, At every single turn. So much to do, Study and learn. 

 School is something We must all embrace 

Studying in this school is not just a pleasure, It is truly a life’s treasure.  By Tasleem Zahra Grade VII‐RED