The life full of guiltridden, the life without peace, the life without satisfaction is the life of revenge. Revenge really is an unpeaceful way to give your self satisfaction. Revenge is not as peaceful as you think. Instead of giving satisfaction, revenge will take away your peace. You will really feel guilty about your big or small revenge. You can never sleep peacefully if you give someone a trouble or hurt somebody's feeling.Satisfaction is only recieved when you do care for…

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Eyes

By: Sidra Qureshi…

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Javed Akhtar…

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A flying bird in search of home,

Carrying tears and singing poems

He wants to live and feel independent,

But his sins reminds him of embarrassment

He needs a guide to find the right path,

But the loneliness takes away his…

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• May we light the candle of hope,

Which is hidden arround us

• May the world's darkness,

Disappear from our lives

• May every place light up,

With sparkling light…

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America's heart is New York City,

Where people have skilled on graffiti…

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Registration for the 12th Annual Teacher-to-Teacher Conference is now available. Brochure 10 draft.pdf



You may reserve your space now and request a conference program to sign-up for two workshops before the day of the conference.



As a reminder, Teacher-to-Teacher will take place on Saturday, April 17 from 8:30 am to 1:15… Continue

The New York City Writing Project is looking for teachers to share their practice at our 11th Annual Teacher-to-Teacher Conference on Saturday April 17, 2010. Open this link to a conference "Save the Date" flyer.



This year’s theme is Celebrating Urban Voices: Teaching to Engage and our keynote speaker is noted author, Jacqueline Woodson. We are… Continue

I am an Amiable Book,



I am curious about the people who want to read me,

I feel proud to spread my knowledge,

I hear the connections, reactions and comments about me,

I touch the heights of dignity,



I am an Amiable Book,







I am an Amiable Book,



I see the steepness and deepness of life,

I want people to understand my feelings,

I pretend to be a teacher but my words are incomplete for expressing what's in my… Continue

This is an article by Judy Jacob which I saw and loved it so much decided to post it on my blog too.



Every kid in the 21st century is very well versed with Facebook and Google. These form a part of their daily internet usage in many cases. Then the question which will come to the mind of any educator would be why aren’t these students using the power of the internet and a virtual social media to their benefit in the process of learning too? The online media has always been… Continue

Online learning cannot actually replace the learning obtained from regular schools. However, with technology advancement internet can be leveraged effectively as supplemental method of studying.



We are seeing a lot of activity in the current times combining Web 2.0 and Education. There is a new social network or platform coming up every day. I wonder, which one will make a difference to me and work as a collaborative online learning platform.



With some research, I have… Continue

I am from the Pakistan,

Where the people help as they can,



I am from the spicy food,

Which depends on my mood,



I am from the pop songs,

Which make me so strong,



I am from the badminton,

Where I remember my every turn,



I am from the summer season,

Which reminds me of mango freezing,



I am from the beautiful painting,

Which I remember miss creating,



I am from the fragnant flowers,

which give me… Continue

Why You Don't Feel Scare From The Day ?



When the dark sun will rise from the west,

When everybody will take a final test,



Why You Don't Feel Scare From The Day ?



When mountains will be like flakes of wool,

When everybody will see who is cool or fool,



Why You Don't Feel Scare From The Day ?



When the sky wil be like boiling filth of oil,

When everybody will awake from his grave soil,



Why You Don't Feel Scare From The… Continue

This piece is the beginning of a collection of reflections on my teaching practice. I use Linda Christensen's Reading, Writing, and Rising Up as inspiration for what my classroom can become in the years to come. I have been thinking of it as a "tool-book" for helping me to think about how I will approach teaching next year. Most of the writing was developed through free-write. Many of the thoughts are not yet flushed out. It is not complete.



After three years of teaching I am fairly… Continue

In my first year of teaching, the Philadelphia Teaching Fellows had graciously placed me in an urban, large, and run-down school. True to their mission statement, the Fellows dropped me into a ring of fire, a school that made Philadelphia’s persistently violent list for six years in a row. West Philadelphia High School, in its 110 years of existence, had gone through bouts of success and failures, but in 2006, the community deemed the school as one of the worst in the city.

This is not to… Continue

Just because I am an immigrant,

It doesn't mean I am ignorant,



I can learn ,I feel concern,

I can read, which I always need,



Just because I am an immigrant,

Doesn't mean I can't learn, I can't write,



I can learn, I can write,

To make my future bright,



Just because I am an immigrant,

Doesn't mean I don't understand English accent,



I can understand ,

Because I don't feel indifferent,



Just because I am… Continue

A person who taught you how to walk,



When you fell in front of a rock



A person who taught you how to talk,



When you said oak instead of a lock



A person who didn't sleep all the nights,



When you cried and wanted some lights



A person who always gave you hope,



When you thought I can't play with rope



A person who knows about your nature,



When you born and until you mature



A person who cares… Continue

My beautiful times has passed so fast,



So, I named them as my beautiful past



My beautiful past has remained some glories,



So, I named them as my beautiful memories,



My beautiful memories has remind me of peers,



So, I named them as my beutiful tears,



My beautiful tears has remembered the award days,



So, I named them as my beautiful rays,



My beautiful rays has remind me my teachers,



So, I named them… Continue

Today before to tell an unpleasant word, think of those who cannot speak. Before to complain of taste of meal, think of those who has nothing to eat. Before to complain of the husband or the wife, think of those who asks god not to leave it. Before to complain of a life, think of those who too has early left it. Before to complain of the children - think of those who dreams of children, but cannot have them. Before to swear because of the disorder in… Continue

I don’t know about love, but certainly the Second Annual NYCWP Celebratory Reading at the Nuyorican Poets Café, on Saturday May 30, 2009, seemed even better this second time around. Twenty-one students representing ten schools supported by NYCWP consultants, presented poems, memoirs, myths and insightful observations to a rapt audience of friends, family schoolmates and educators.



For the second consecutive year, Christopher "Cannon" Mapp, a former student of consultant and event… Continue