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Blue Bus and Yummy Apples

·1 min

One day, Blue Bus wanted to eat yummy, yummy apples. He looked in the fridge, but there were no apples. So he went to Target to buy some. But Target was out of apples too!

Then Blue Bus went to Red Bus. But Red Bus was out of apples too. She had just eaten the very last one.

Next, Blue Bus went to Green Bus’s home. But Green Bus was out of apples too.

Then Blue Bus went to Yellow Bus, who had just gotten home from work. “Do you have any apples?” asked Blue Bus. But Yellow Bus was out of apples too. “I just dropped Ayden off at his home,” said Yellow Bus, “and Ayden had a big bag of apples!”

So Blue Bus finally went to Ayden’s home. “Ayden, do you have any apples?” he asked.

“Yes, I do, right here in my pockets!” said Ayden. And he gave one apple to Blue Bus.

Then all the other buses came too. Ayden shared his apples with everyone, and they all ate yummy apples together.

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Yellow Bus and Red Car

·2 mins
Once upon a time, there was a Yellow Bus. Yellow Bus was very fast, but there was a Red Car who was even faster. One day, Red Car challenged Yellow Bus to a race. They decided to race from Dallas to Houston. It was the longest race ever! All the cars gathered along the highway. The referee said, “1… 2… 3… Go!” Yellow Bus went zoom zoom. But Red Car went zoom zoom zooooom! Red Car was faster, and Red Car was winning.

A Poem by Mirza Ghalib

·1 min
Translation: my English rendering of Mirza Ghalib’s original. Mirza Ghalib was the one of the greatest Urdu poet from 19th century. I translated this poem for a school project. I look at the joys of this world, as I look at the dust. Crying used to give me pleasure but now my eyes have gone dry. When I am dead, wind might take my dust to my destination. Because now I have no more strength to continue.

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·1 min
Who is that is I Still lost in my mind. Trying to find my purpose, When there might not be one. The first thing was writing Can words truly change anything? Why should I write, When there is so much noise Are you in that house, Or are you out here. I will give up now, This desert is just too vast. My voice will not reach you, Is this even a language.