<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:31.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KHAZAANAA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-2474056039056365369</id><published>2008-08-17T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:52:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2008 lunar eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SKfYdBcq5yI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZZcz8MIwUT4/s1600-h/118px-20080816eclipsed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235391084957984546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SKfYdBcq5yI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZZcz8MIwUT4/s320/118px-20080816eclipsed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A partial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lunar eclipse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lunar_eclipse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lunar eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; will take place on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="August 16" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_16"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;August 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2008" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the second of two lunar eclipses in 2008. Most of Eastern Europe and Africa, and a large portion of Western and Central Asia and India, Maldives will see the entire eclipse. South America, Eastern Asia and Australia will observe part of the event.&lt;br /&gt;The partial eclipse is the second of the two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lunar eclipse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lunar_eclipse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lunar eclipses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in 2008, with the first being a total eclipse on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="February 2008 lunar eclipse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_2008_lunar_eclipse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;February 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The next lunar eclipse will be a penumbral eclipse occurring on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="February 2009 lunar eclipse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_2009_lunar_eclipse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;February 9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, while the next total lunar eclipse will occur on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="December 2010 lunar eclipse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_2010_lunar_eclipse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;December 21, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/OH/OH2008.html#2008Aug16P" href="http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/OH/OH2008.html#2008Aug16P" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>ޝަމްސުއްދީން ސްކޫލްގެ އިނާމް ދިނުމުގެ ޖަލްސާ 15 އޯގަސްޓް 2008 ގައި ބާއްވަނީ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;ސ.މީދޫ ޝަމްސުއްދީން ސްކޫލްގެ 2007 ވަނަ އަހަރުގެ އިނާމް ދިނުމުގެ ޖަލްސާ 15 އޯގަސްޓް 2008 ވާ ހުކުރު ދުވަހުގެ ހެދުނުގެ ވަގުތެއްގައި ބާއްވާގޮތަށް ހަމަޖެހި އެކަމާއި ބެހޭ ތައްޔާރީތައް ވަރަށް ބާރަށް ކުރިއަށް އެބަދެއެވެ. މިޖަލްސާގެ ޗީފްގެސްޓަކީ ތަޢުލީމާއި ބެހޭ މިނިސްޓަރުކަމަށް މަޢުލޫމާތު ލިބިފައިވެއެވެ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5193916820124439296?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5193916820124439296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5193916820124439296' title='0 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މަދުރަސާގެ ރިހިޔޫބިލް ފާހަގަ ކުރަނީ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;     ސ.އަތޮޅުމަދަރުސާ އަށް 25 އަހަރު ވުމާއި ގުޅިގެން ރިހިޔޫބިލް ފާހަގަ ކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން ބާއްވާ ޕްރޮގްރާމް ތަކެއް 15 އޯގަސްޓް  ވާ ހުކުރު ދުވަހުގެރޭ ސ.މީދޫގައި ހުންނަ އެމަދުރަސާގެ ޢިމާރާތުގައި ބޭއްވުމާއި ބެހޭ ތައްޔާރީތައް ވަރަށް ބާރަށް ކުރިއަށް އެބަދެއެވެ. މިކަމަށް ތައްޔާރުކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން ވޭތުވެދިޔަ ތިންދުވަހުގައި ވެސް މިސްކޫލްގެ ކިޔެވުމެއް ނުބާއްވައެވެ. ހުކުރު ދުވަހުގެ ރޭ ބޭއްވުމަށް ހަމަޖެހިފައިވާ ކަންތަކުގެ ތެރޭ 2007 ވަނަ އަހަރުގެ އިނާމް ދިނުމުގެ ޖަލްސާއާއި ކަލްޗަރަލް ޝޯއެއް ހިމެނޭކަމަށް ޢުލޫމާތު ލިބިފައިވެއެވެ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4078958554178690656?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4078958554178690656/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-4912876541437586689</id><published>2008-08-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:56:52.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO PENGUINS LIVE ON SUCH A FREEZING CONTINENT AT THE SOUTH POLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SKJNacVk4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/r37ihoRj6do/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233830833636565122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SKJNacVk4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/r37ihoRj6do/s320/penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penguins live at the polar region of our planet. The unique feature of the pole is its amazing coldness and that it is always covered with snow and ice. The weather is so cold that it forms glaciers above the sea. Now, think about how cold you feel when you go out to play snowballs in the winter. You would feel cold even if you were wearing a sweater, a coat, a cap, a pair of gloves and a scarf. When you are playing snowballs, the temperature is probably only 10 degrees Celsius (50 degrees Fahrenheit) below zero. The penguins live in a place where the temperature falls to 400 C (1040 F) below zero.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the penguins don't have any coats, sweaters or gloves, and they live in a place that is a lot colder than ours. They walk on ice without any shoes and they don't even become sick. They don't have homes. They sleep on ice. If you were to lie down on ice for even a few minutes, you would become seriously sick. Nothing happens to the penguins. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because Allah has created them in such a way that they can live in such a freezing environment. Penguins' bodies and their features are very different from ours. Due to this, they can live in the coldest weather without any difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah has covered penguins' bodies with a very thick layer of fat, so that they won't feel the cold. The layer of fat prevents them from feeling the cold, and acts as a fur. Conversely, the layer of fat surrounding our bodies is quite thin and this is why we quickly become cold. This is why we have to wear thick clothes in cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;The penguin displays great devotion towards its eggs and babies. Penguins incubate their eggs during the coldest weather. Unlike other creatures, it is not the female penguin that incubates the eggs but the male. The female penguin lays only one egg and then leaves it to the male. She leaves for distant places to find food for her husband and baby. Because of all the ice and snow that surrounds them, she has to travel far to be able to find food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male penguin incubates the egg for exactly four months. The penguin carries the egg in between his feet and during these four months, he never once leaves it on the ground. If he were to do so, the egg would freeze and die within a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male penguin is so patient that for four months, he moves about with the egg between his feet. This is why he is unable to go hunting and remains hungry. The weather is very cold. When the weather becomes unbearably cold, all the male penguins get together even if they are carrying eggs between their feet. They come close to each other, forming a circle, and in this way, they warm each other up. They continuously switch positions so that the ones left outside the circle can also become warm. Just as the egg is about to hatch, the mother penguin returns from hunting. She feeds her baby with the food that she has stored in her throat. To prevent the baby from freezing, the mother and father penguins carry it in between their feet and keep it warm with the fur of their abdomen. As you can see, Allah has given these lovely creatures some exquisite features. Allah has created the penguin with a body that protects it from the cold, and has also made it very devoted. Because they are so dedicated, they take wonderful care of their offspring. This feature has been given to the penguins millions of years ago. The penguins that have lived before and the ones that are living now have not changed a bit when it comes to the devotion that they display. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4912876541437586689?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4912876541437586689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=4912876541437586689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4912876541437586689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4912876541437586689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-penguins-live-on-such-freezing.html' title='HOW DO PENGUINS LIVE ON SUCH A FREEZING CONTINENT AT THE SOUTH POLE?'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SKJNacVk4II/AAAAAAAAAJY/r37ihoRj6do/s72-c/penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-6032752964188677943</id><published>2008-08-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:29.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>އެހީވަމާތޯ ؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfb2Lw3HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NiSAmwifHGo/s1600-h/nuzuhaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230891216131268210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfb2Lw3HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NiSAmwifHGo/s320/nuzuhaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ސ.މީދޫ އެރިޒޯނާ ޢާއިޝަތު ރިޝްމީ (10 އަހަރު ) އަށް ޓްރިވެންޑްރަމްގެ އާރުސީސީ އިން ކެންސަރުގެ ފަރުވާ ހޯދަމުން އަންނަތާ 4 އަހަރު ވެއްޖެއެވެ. އާރުސީސީ އިން އަންގަނީ އިތުރު ފަރުވާ ހޯދުމަށްޓަކައި އިންޑިޔާގެ ވެއްލޫރަށް ދިއުމަށެވެ. މިކުއްޖާގެ ބޭސްފަރުވާއަށް ގިނަ ޢަދަދެއްގެ ފައިސާ ބޭނުންވާތީ ހެޔޮއެދޭ ފަރާތްތަކުގެ އަވަސް އެހީއަކަށް އެދި ދެންނެވީމެވެ. ފައިސާ ޖަމާ ކުރައްވާނީ ތިރީގައި އެވާ އެކައުންޓަށެވެ. ޖަމާކުރާ ސްލިޕްގައި ބައި އޯޑަރ ޖެއްސެވުން އެދެމެވެ. ތިޔަ ފަރާތުން ޖަމާކުރައްވާ 1 ލާރިއަކީވެސް މިކުއްޖާއަށް ޓަކައި ދެވޭ ދީލަތި އެހީއެކެވެ.އިންޑިޔާއިން ނަމަ އެހީދެއްވާނީ ކުއްޖާގެ މަންމަ ނުޒުހާ އަށެވެ. ފޯން 00919995265127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim Saeed&lt;br /&gt;A/C No: 7716 302613 101&lt;br /&gt;Bank of Maldives Hulhumeedhoo Branch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-6032752964188677943?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/6032752964188677943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=6032752964188677943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/6032752964188677943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/6032752964188677943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_8760.html' title='އެހީވަމާތޯ ؟'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfb2Lw3HnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NiSAmwifHGo/s72-c/nuzuhaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-7654191685121864139</id><published>2008-08-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDWARD JENNER (1749-1823)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfL1k1-hqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sPzFgKU2CQU/s1600-h/jenner_edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230873613497697954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfL1k1-hqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sPzFgKU2CQU/s320/jenner_edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, WHO WAS EDWARD JENNER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Jenner was an English country doctor who pioneered vaccination. Jenner's discovery in 1796 that inoculation with cowpox gave immunity to smallpox, was an immense medical breakthrough and has saved countless lives.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Jenner was born on May 17 1749 in the small village of Berkeley in Gloucestershire. From an early age Jenner was a keen observer of nature and after nine years as a surgeon's apprentice he went to St George's Hospital, London to study anatomy and surgery under the prominent surgeon John Hunter. After completing his studies, he returned to Berkeley to set up a medical practice where he stayed until his death in 1823.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID EDWARD JENNER DISCOVER VACCINATION?&lt;br /&gt;Jenner worked in a rural community and most of his patients were farmers or worked on farms with cattle. In the 18th century &lt;a href="http://www.zephyrus.co.uk/smallpox.html"&gt;smallpox&lt;/a&gt; was a very common disease and was a major cause of death. The main treatment was by a method which had brought success to a Dutch physiologist Jan Ingenhaus and was brought to England in 1721 from Turkey by Lady Mary Wortly Montague. This method involved inoculating healthy people with substances from the pustules of those who had a mild case of the disease, but this often had fatal results.&lt;br /&gt;In 1788 an epidemic of smallpox hit Gloucestershire and during this outbreak Jenner observed that those of his patients who worked with cattle and had come in contact with the much milder disease called &lt;a href="http://www.zephyrus.co.uk/cowpox.html"&gt;cowpox&lt;/a&gt; never came down with smallpox. Jenner needed a way of showing that his theory actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner was given the opportunity on the 14 May 1796, when a young milkmaid called Sarah Nelmes came to see him with sores on her hands like blisters. Jenner identified that she had caught cowpox from the cows she handled each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand of a person infected with cowpox&lt;br /&gt;Jenner now had the opportunity to obtain the material try out his theories. He carefully extracted some liquid from her sores and then took some liquid from the sores of a patient with mild smallpox.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner believed that if he could inject someone with cowpox, the germs from the cowpox would make the body able to defend itself against the dangerous smallpox germs which he would inject later.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner approached a local farmer called Phipps and asked him if he could inoculate his son James against smallpox. He explained to the farmer that if his theory was correct, James would never contract smallpox. Surprisingly, the farmer agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner made two small cuts on James's left arm. He then poured the liquid from Sarah's cowpox sores into the open wounds which he bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;James went down with cowpox but was not very ill. Six weeks later when James had recovered, Jenner vaccinated him again, this time with the smallpox virus.&lt;br /&gt;This was an extremely dangerous experiment. If James lived Jenner would have found a way of preventing smallpox. If James developed smallpox and died he would be a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;To Jenner's relief James did not catch smallpox. His experiment had worked.&lt;br /&gt;In 1798 after carrying out further successful tests, he published his findings: An Inquiry into the Causes and Effects of the Variolae Vaccinae, a Disease Known by the Name of Cow Pox. Jenner called his idea " vaccination" from the word vaccinia which is latin for cowpox. Jenner also introduced the term virus.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner found a great deal of scepticism to his ideas and was subject to much ridicule. A cartoon was drawn, showing cows coming out of various parts of people's bodies after they had been vaccinated with cowpox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'However, Jenner persevered and eventually, doctors found that vaccination did work and by 1800 most were using it. Jenner was awarded £30 000 by Parliament to enable him to continue carrying out his tests. Deaths from smallpox plummeted and vaccination spread through Europe and North America.&lt;br /&gt;Jenner died in Berkeley on January 26, 1823 aged 74. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-7654191685121864139?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/7654191685121864139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=7654191685121864139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7654191685121864139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7654191685121864139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/edward-jenner-1749-1823.html' title='EDWARD JENNER (1749-1823)'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJfL1k1-hqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sPzFgKU2CQU/s72-c/jenner_edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-4005602433593071965</id><published>2008-08-04T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:26:08.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Parts of Speech</title><content type='html'>There are thousands of words in any language. But not all words have the same job. For example, some words express "action". Other words express a "thing". Other words "join" one word to another word. These are the "building blocks" of the language. Think of them like the parts of a house. When we want to build a house, we use concrete to make the foundations or base. We use bricks to make the walls. We use window frames to make the windows, and door frames to make the doorways. And we use cement to join them all together. Each part of the house has its own job. And when we want to build a sentence, we use the different types of word. Each type of word has its own job.&lt;br /&gt;We can categorize English words into 8 basic types or classes. These classes are called "parts of speech".&lt;br /&gt;It's quite important to recognize parts of speech. This helps you to analyze sentences and understand them. It also helps you to construct good sentences.&lt;br /&gt;In this lesson, we have an overview of the eight parts of speech, followed by a quiz to check your understanding:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4005602433593071965?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4005602433593071965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=4005602433593071965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4005602433593071965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4005602433593071965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/english-parts-of-speech.html' title='English Parts of Speech'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-1847414708599064968</id><published>2008-08-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:31:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milk Maid</title><content type='html'>One night, Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) as usual went in disguise with his companion Ibn Abbas to see the condition of the people. They strolled from one quarter to another. At last they came to a colony where poor people lived. While passing by a small house, the Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) heard a whispering talk within. The mother was telling her daughter that the amount of milk fetched by her for sale that day was very little. She told her that when she was young, and used to sell milk, she always mixed water with milk, and that led to considerable profit. She advised her daughter to do the same. The girl said, "You adulterated milk, when you were not a Muslim. Now that we are Muslims, we cannot adulterate milk." The mother said that Islam did not stand in the way of adulteration of milk.The daughter said, "Have you forgotten the Caliph's order? He wants that the milk should not be adulterated." The mother said, "But the Caliph has forgotten us. We are so poor, what else should we do but adulterate milk in order win bread?" The daughter said "Such a bread would not be lawful, and as a Muslim I would not do anything which is against the orders of the Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) , and whereby other Muslims are deceived." The mother said, "But there is neither the Caliph nor any of his officers here to see what we do. Daughter you are still a child. Go to bed now and tomorrow I will myself mix the milk with water for you." The girl refused to fall in with the plan of her mother. She said, "Caliph may or may not be here, but his order must be obeyed. My conscience is my Caliph. You may escape the notice of the Caliph and his officers, but how can we escape the notice of Allah and our own conscience." Thereupon the mother remained quiet. The lamp was extinguished and the mother and the daughter went to sleep. The next day, Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) sent a man to purchase milk from the girl. The milk was unadulterated. The girl kept her resolve. Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) turned to his companion and said, "The girl has kept her resolve in spite of the exhortation of her mother. She deserves a reward. What reward should I give her? She should be paid some money," said Ibn Abbas. Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) said, "Such a girl would become a great mother. Her integrity is not to be weighed with few coins; it is to be measured in the scale of national values. I shall offer her the highest award in my gift, and which shall also be in the highest interest of the nation." The Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) summoned the daughter and the mother to his court. The mother trembled as she stood before the mighty ruler. But the girl faced the Caliph boldly and with great equanimity.She was beautiful, and there was an impressive dignity about her. Then before the gathering, Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) related how he had overheard the mother and the daughter, and how in spite of the exhortations of the mother the daughter had kept her resolve. Someone suggested that the mother should be taken to task. The Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) said that ordinarily he would have punished the mother, but he had forgiven her for the sake of her daughter.Turning to the girl the great Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) said, "Islam needs daughters like you and as a Caliph of Islam it devolves on me to reward you by owning you as a daughter." The Caliph called his sons, and addressing them said, "Here is a gem of a girl who would make a great mother. I desire that one of you should take this girl as wife. I know of no better bride than this girl of sterling character. In matters of wedlock, it should be the character and not the stature in life that should count." Abdullah and Abdur Rahman the elder sons of the Caliph (radiAllahu anhu) were already married. Asim the third son was yet unmarried, and he offered to marry the girl. Thereupon with the consent of the milkmaid and her mother Asim was married to the girl, and milkmaid became the daughter-in-law of the Caliph(radiAllahu anhu) . From this union was born a daughter Umm Asim, who became in due course the mother of Umar bin Abdul Aziz. Umar bin AbdulAziz was elected as Caliph and served for a short period during 717 - 720.While other Caliphs of the Ummayad dynasty reveled in luxury, Umar bin Abdul Aziz as a Caliph set up standards for austerity and simplicity following in the footsteps of Caliph Umar (radiAllahu anhu) , the second Caliph of Islam.It is said that if ever there was a noble Caliph after the first four Rightly guided Caliphs, such a man was Umar bin Abdul Aziz. And he inherited the noble qualities of the milkmaid who married the Caliph's son, and those of Caliph Umar Farooq who had the eye to discern the nobler qualities of sterling character in a poor girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-1847414708599064968?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/1847414708599064968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=1847414708599064968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1847414708599064968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1847414708599064968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/milk-maid.html' title='The Milk Maid'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-3615580377659159846</id><published>2008-08-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass of Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJZ20AgwQiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KLxUgL0lR4I/s1600-h/Milk_glass-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230498653100065314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJZ20AgwQiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KLxUgL0lR4I/s320/Milk_glass-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Faisal Ahmed left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Faisal Ahmed was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Ahmed requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass of milk" Signed, Dr. Faisal Ahmed Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-3615580377659159846?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/3615580377659159846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=3615580377659159846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3615580377659159846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3615580377659159846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/glass-of-milk_03.html' title='A Glass of Milk'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJZ20AgwQiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KLxUgL0lR4I/s72-c/Milk_glass-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-2027215868204461006</id><published>2008-08-03T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGRAPHY- Deepest Ocean Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW1f6iiQvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kir_BNyHeJw/s1600-h/mariana-trench3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230286102155379442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW1f6iiQvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kir_BNyHeJw/s320/mariana-trench3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deepest Point in the World (and Pacific Ocean)Challenger Deep, Mariana Trench, Western Pacific Ocean: 35,840 feet / 10,924 meters&lt;br /&gt;Deepest Point in the Atlantic OceanPuerto Rico Trench: 28,374 feet / 8648 meters&lt;br /&gt;Deepest Point in the Arctic OceanEurasia Basin: 17,881 feet / 5450 meters&lt;br /&gt;Deepest Point in the Indian OceanJava Trench: 23,376 feet / 7125 meters Deepest Point in the Southern OceanSouthern end of the South Sandwich Trench: 23,736 feet / 7235 meters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-2027215868204461006?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/2027215868204461006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=2027215868204461006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/2027215868204461006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/2027215868204461006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgraphy-deepest-ocean-points.html' title='GEORGRAPHY- Deepest Ocean Points'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW1f6iiQvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kir_BNyHeJw/s72-c/mariana-trench3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-691750048702192</id><published>2008-08-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGRAPHY- Lowest Points on Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW0a0Hri-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0_M4JyrNaKA/s1600-h/DeadSeaShore10000ft.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284915021155298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW0a0Hri-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0_M4JyrNaKA/s320/DeadSeaShore10000ft.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowest Point in the World (and Asia)Dead Sea shore, Israel-Jordan: 1369 feet / 417.5 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in AfricaLake Assal, Djibouti: 512 feet / 156 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in AustraliaLake Eyre: 52 feet / 12 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in EuropeCaspian Sea shore, Russia-Iran-Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan: 92 feet / 28 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in Western EuropeTie: Lemmefjord, Denmark and Prins Alexander Polder, Netherlands: 23 feet / 7 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in North AmericaDeath Valley, California: 282 feet / 86 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in South AmericaLaguna del Carbon (located between Puerto San Julian and Comandante Luis Piedra Buena in the province of Santa Cruz): 344 feet / 105 meters below sea level&lt;br /&gt;Lowest Point in AntarcticaThe Bentley Subglacial Trench is approximately 2540 meters (8,333 feet) below sea level but is covered with ice; if Antarctica's ice were to melt, exposing the trench, it would be covered by sea so it is a quasi-lowest point and if one ignores the reality of the ice, it is the lowest point "on land" on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-691750048702192?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/691750048702192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=691750048702192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/691750048702192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/691750048702192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgraphy-lowest-points-on-land.html' title='GEORGRAPHY- Lowest Points on Land'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJW0a0Hri-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0_M4JyrNaKA/s72-c/DeadSeaShore10000ft.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-260518810469951853</id><published>2008-08-03T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGRAPHY- Highest Mountains in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJWy96xw0pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnmITWy2u0/s1600-h/Himalaya_Khumbu_MountEverest_1982_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230283319080440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJWy96xw0pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnmITWy2u0/s320/Himalaya_Khumbu_MountEverest_1982_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Highest Mountain in the World (and Asia)Everest, Nepal-China: 29,035 feet / 8850 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in AfricaKilimanjaro, Tanzania: 19,340 feet / 5895 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in AntarcticaVinson Massif: 16,066 feet / 4897 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in AustraliaKosciusko: 7310 feet / 2228 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in EuropeElbrus, Russia (Caucasus): 18,510 feet / 5642 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in Western EuropeMont Blanc, France-Italy: 15,771 feet / 4807 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in OceaniaPuncak Jaya, New Guinea: 16,535 feet / 5040 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in North AmericaMcKinley (Denali), Alaska: 20,320 feet / 6194 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in the 48 Contiguous United StatesWhitney, California: 14,494 feet / 4418 meters&lt;br /&gt;Highest Mountain in South AmericaAconcagua, Argentina: 22,834 feet / 6960 meter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-260518810469951853?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/260518810469951853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=260518810469951853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/260518810469951853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/260518810469951853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgraphy-highest-mountains-in-world.html' title='GEORGRAPHY- Highest Mountains in the World'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJWy96xw0pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnmITWy2u0/s72-c/Himalaya_Khumbu_MountEverest_1982_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-7872854623451914529</id><published>2008-08-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:30.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glossary of English Grammar Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJUuAahN8FI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5hQHJ2osR4o/s1600-h/kudhin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230137126914224210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJUuAahN8FI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5hQHJ2osR4o/s400/kudhin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Active Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the active voice, the subject of the verb does the action (eg they killed the President). See also Passive Voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adjective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like big, red, easy, French etc. An adjective describes a noun or pronoun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adverb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like slowly, quietly, well, often etc. An adverb modifies a verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "indefinite" articles are a and an. The "definite article" is the.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auxiliary Verb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verb that is used with a main verb. Be, do and have are auxiliary verbs. Can, may, must etc are modal auxiliary verbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of words containing a subject and its verb (for example: It was late when he arrived).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conjunction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word used to connect words, phrases and clauses (for example: and, but, if).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basic form of a verb as in to work or work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interjection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An exclamation inserted into an utterance without grammatical connection (for example: oh!, ah!, ouch!, well!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modal Verb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An auxiliary verb like can, may, must etc that modifies the main verb and expresses possibility, probability etc. It is also called "modal auxiliary verb".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like table, dog, teacher, America etc. A noun is the name of an object, concept, person or place. A "concrete noun" is something you can see or touch like a person or car. An "abstract noun" is something that you cannot see or touch like a decision or happiness. A "countable noun" is something that you can count (for example: bottle, song, dollar). An "uncountable noun" is something that you cannot count (for example: water, music, money).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the active voice, a noun or its equivalent that receives the action of the verb. In the passive voice, a noun or its equivalent that does the action of the verb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Participle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The -ing and -ed forms of verbs. The -ing form is called the "present participle". The -ed form is called the "past participle" (for irregular verbs, this is column 3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Of Speech&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the eight classes of word in English - noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun, preposition, conjunction and interjection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passive Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the passive voice, the subject receives the action of the verb (eg The President was killed). See also Active Voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phrase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of words not containing a subject and its verb (eg on the table, the girl in a red dress).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Predicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each sentence contains (or implies) two parts: a subject and a predicate. The predicate is what is said about the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preposition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like at, to, in, over etc. Prepositions usually come before a noun and give information about things like time, place and direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronoun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like I, me, you, he, him, it etc. A pronoun replaces a noun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of words that express a thought. A sentence conveys a statement, question, exclamation or command. A sentence contains or implies a subject and a predicate. In simple terms, a sentence must contain a verb and (usually) a subject. A sentence starts with a capital letter and ends with a full stop (.), question mark (?) or exclamation mark (!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every sentence contains (or implies) two parts: a subject and a predicate. The subject is the main noun (or equivalent) in a sentence about which something is said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The form of a verb that shows us when the action or state happens (past, present or future). Note that the name of a tense is not always a guide to when the action happens. The "present continuous tense", for example, can be used to talk about the present or the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word like (to) work, (to) love, (to) begin. A verb describes an action or state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-7872854623451914529?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/7872854623451914529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=7872854623451914529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7872854623451914529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7872854623451914529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/glossary-of-english-grammar-terms.html' title='Glossary of English Grammar Terms'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJUuAahN8FI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5hQHJ2osR4o/s72-c/kudhin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-872654794449188014</id><published>2008-08-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ސ.އަތޮޅު މަދަރުސާގެ އިންޓަރހައުސް ފުޓްބޯޅަ މުބާރާތުގެ ޗެމްޕިއަންކަން ސިކަންދަރީ ހައުސް ހޯދައިފި</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJSWCWFfDpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vdRmsNwad38/s1600-h/SAM+Foot+Ball+FINAL+DAY+31+July+2008+(206).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970034316480146" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJQ3IWt8HMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WD_IHwckslU/s400/UN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Secretary-General Nationality Dates in Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trygve Halvdan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0829716.html" jquery1217672310750="54"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Norwegian 1946–53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0822551.html" jquery1217672310750="55"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hammarskjöld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Swedish 1953–61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0848352.html" jquery1217672310750="56"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Burmese 1962–71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0851307.html" jquery1217672310750="57"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waldheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Austrian 1972–81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Javier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0838292.html" jquery1217672310750="58"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pérez de Cuéllar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Peruvian 1982–91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boutros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0808551.html" jquery1217672310750="59"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boutros-Ghali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Egyptian 1992–96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kofi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0804107.html" jquery1217672310750="60"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Annan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Ghanaian 1997–2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0934994.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ban Ki-Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; South Korean 2007–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-7328312982996420483?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/7328312982996420483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=7328312982996420483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7328312982996420483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7328312982996420483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/united-nations-secretaries-general.html' title='United Nations Secretaries-General'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJQ3IWt8HMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WD_IHwckslU/s72-c/UN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-4620973421482216516</id><published>2008-08-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPef3OG4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWGyCThgkY8/s1600-h/peru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229768231287710098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPef3OG4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWGyCThgkY8/s400/peru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machu Picchu (1460-1470), Peru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERUIn the 15th century, the Incan Emperor Pachacútec built a city in the clouds on the mountain known as Machu Picchu ("old mountain"). This extraordinary settlement lies halfway up the Andes Plateau, deep in the Amazon jungle and above the Urubamba River. It was probably abandoned by the Incas because of a smallpox outbreak and, after the Spanish defeated the Incan Empire, the city remained 'lost' for over three centuries. It was rediscovered by Hiram Bingham in 1911.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4620973421482216516?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4620973421482216516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=4620973421482216516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4620973421482216516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4620973421482216516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-7.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-7'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPef3OG4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWGyCThgkY8/s72-c/peru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-7359757773031758814</id><published>2008-08-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdz7LTGII/AAAAAAAAAG4/n1Vd7JRCd90/s1600-h/jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229767476435425410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdz7LTGII/AAAAAAAAAG4/n1Vd7JRCd90/s400/jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petra (9 B.C. - 40 A.D.), Jordan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDANOn the edge of the Arabian Desert, Petra was the glittering capital of the Nabataean empire of King Aretas IV (9 B.C. to 40 A.D.). Masters of water technology, the Nabataeans provided their city with great tunnel constructions and water chambers. A theater, modelled on Greek-Roman prototypes, had space for an audience of 4,000. Today, the Palace Tombs of Petra, with the 42-meter-high Hellenistic temple facade on the El-Deir Monastery, are impressive examples of Middle Eastern culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-7359757773031758814?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/7359757773031758814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=7359757773031758814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7359757773031758814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7359757773031758814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-6.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-6'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdz7LTGII/AAAAAAAAAG4/n1Vd7JRCd90/s72-c/jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-3750657740289595713</id><published>2008-08-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdUjm9qbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jEK4Dy-mbJU/s1600-h/chinawall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766937533065650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdUjm9qbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jEK4Dy-mbJU/s400/chinawall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Wall of China (220 B.C and 1368 - 1644 A.D.) China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINAThe Great Wall of China was built to link existing fortifications into a united defense system and better keep invading Mongol tribes out of China. It is the largest man-made monument ever to have been built and it is disputed that it is the only one visible from space. Many thousands of people must have given their lives to build this colossal construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-3750657740289595713?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/3750657740289595713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=3750657740289595713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3750657740289595713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3750657740289595713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-5.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-5'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPdUjm9qbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jEK4Dy-mbJU/s72-c/chinawall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-5427609121651330732</id><published>2008-08-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPcoBCnb1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/n0RvUTEh-2g/s1600-h/Tajmahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766172339564370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPcoBCnb1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/n0RvUTEh-2g/s400/Tajmahal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Taj Mahal (1630 A.D.) Agra, India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIAThis immense mausoleum was built on the orders of Shah Jahan, the fifth Muslim Mogul emperor, to honor the memory of his beloved late wife. Built out of white marble and standing in formally laid-out walled gardens, the Taj Mahal is regarded as the most perfect jewel of Muslim art in India. The emperor was consequently jailed and, it is said, could then only see the Taj Mahal out of his small cell window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5427609121651330732?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5427609121651330732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5427609121651330732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5427609121651330732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5427609121651330732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-4.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-4'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPcoBCnb1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/n0RvUTEh-2g/s72-c/Tajmahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-7481086798613381290</id><published>2008-08-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:31.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPb-bd4v1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/d1ypgS1mLLE/s1600-h/Italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229765457878761298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPb-bd4v1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/d1ypgS1mLLE/s400/Italy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Roman Colosseum (70 - 82 A.D.) Rome, Italy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALYThis great amphitheater in the centre of Rome was built to give favors to successful legionnaires and to celebrate the glory of the Roman Empire. Its design concept still stands to this very day, and virtually every modern sports stadium some 2,000 years later still bears the irresistible imprint of the Colosseum's original design. Today, through films and history books, we are even more aware of the cruel fights and games that took place in this arena, all for the joy of the spectators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-7481086798613381290?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/7481086798613381290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=7481086798613381290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7481086798613381290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/7481086798613381290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-3.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-3'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPb-bd4v1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/d1ypgS1mLLE/s72-c/Italy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-759171012582390320</id><published>2008-08-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:32.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPbGD3uzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vIzeaDoh7k8/s1600-h/Brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229764489472036626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPbGD3uzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vIzeaDoh7k8/s400/Brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ Redeemer (1931) Rio de Janeiro, Brazil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAZILThis statue of Jesus stands some 38 meters tall, atop the Corcovado mountain overlooking Rio de Janeiro. Designed by Brazilian Heitor da Silva Costa and created by French sculptor Paul Landowski, it is one of the world’s best-known monuments. The statue took five years to construct and was inaugurated on October 12, 1931. It has become a symbol of the city and of the warmth of the Brazilian people, who receive visitors with open arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-759171012582390320?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/759171012582390320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=759171012582390320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/759171012582390320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/759171012582390320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-2'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPbGD3uzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vIzeaDoh7k8/s72-c/Brazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8083567581685147667</id><published>2008-08-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:32.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPYZKANS6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZsMIbZhPmeU/s1600-h/mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229761519000832930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPYZKANS6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZsMIbZhPmeU/s400/mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The New7Wonders organization is happy to announce that the following 7 candidates have been elected by more than 100 million votes to represent global heritage throughout history. The listing is in random order, as announced at the Declaration Ceremony on 07.07.07. All the New 7 Wonders are equal and are presented as a group without any ranking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pyramid at Chichén Itzá (before 800 A.D.) Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;MEXICO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chichén Itzá, the most famous Mayan temple city, served as the political and economic center of the Mayan civilization. Its various structures - the pyramid of Kukulkan, the Temple of Chac Mool, the Hall of the Thousand Pillars, and the Playing Field of the Prisoners – can still be seen today and are demonstrative of an extraordinary commitment to architectural space and composition. The pyramid itself was the last, and arguably the greatest, of all Mayan temples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8083567581685147667?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8083567581685147667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8083567581685147667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8083567581685147667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8083567581685147667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-7-wonders-of-world-1.html' title='THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD-1'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJPYZKANS6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZsMIbZhPmeU/s72-c/mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8889741868122091277</id><published>2008-08-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:44:46.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN ENGLISH (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Grammar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar is the system of a language. People sometimes describe grammar as the "rules" of a language; but in fact no language has rules*. If we use the word "rules", we suggest that somebody created the rules first and then spoke the language, like a new game. But languages did not start like that. Languages started by people making sounds which evolved into words, phrases and sentences. No commonly-spoken language is fixed. All languages change over time. What we call "grammar" is simply a reflection of a language at a particular time.&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to study grammar to learn a language? The short answer is "no". Very many people in the world speak their own, native language without having studied its grammar. Children start to speak before they even know the word "grammar". But if you are serious about learning a foreign language, the long answer is "yes, grammar can help you to learn a language more quickly and more efficiently." It's important to think of grammar as something that can help you, like a friend. When you understand the grammar (or system) of a language, you can understand many things yourself, without having to ask a teacher or look in a book.&lt;br /&gt;So think of grammar as something good, something positive, something that you can use to find your way - like a signpost or a map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8889741868122091277?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8889741868122091277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8889741868122091277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8889741868122091277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8889741868122091277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/08/learn-english-1.html' title='LEARN ENGLISH (1)'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-5044257047320932977</id><published>2008-07-31T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:32.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ކުޑަ ކުދިންގެ ވާހަކަ 1- ކަންޒުކަހަބާއި މުސަޅު</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJGDJiErO6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/R48Ke35ost8/s1600-h/ist2_3511730-rabbit-and-tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229104842142333858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJGDJiErO6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/R48Ke35ost8/s400/ist2_3511730-rabbit-and-tortoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;އެއް ސަހަރެއްގައި އުޅުނު ކަންޒުކަހަނބަކާ މުސަޅަކާ ދޭތި ދުވުމުގެ ރޭހެއް ބޭއްވުމަށް އެއްބަސް ވެއްޖެއެވެ. މޮޅުވި އެއްޗަކަށް އިނާމެއްވެސް ކަޑަ އަޅައިފިއެވެ. މިކަމާމެދު މުސަޅުގެ ހިތަށް މަލާމާތުގެ ގޮތްތައް ވަނެވެ. ނަމަވެސް އެންމެ ފަހުން އެއްބަސްވެއްޖެއެވެ. ރޭހުގެ ފަޑިޔާރަކަށް ހިޔަޅު ހުންނަވާނެ ކަމަށް ބުނުމާއެކުގައެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ރޭސް ފެށޭތަނާއި ނިމޭތަން ފާހަގަކޮށް ދުއްވައިގަތުމުގެ އަމުރު އައި ހިނދު ނުސަޅު ހިތަށް އެރިއެވެ. " މަށަކީ ވަރަށް ހަލުއި ބާރަށް ދުވާ އެއްޗަކީމެވެ. ކަންޒު ކަހަބުގެ ބަރުހެލި ކަމާއިއެކު އެއީ ބާރަށްދުވާ އެއްޗެއް ނޫނެވެ. އެހެންކަމުން ރޭސްނިމޭ ހިސާބަށް ކަހަބު ދާންކާރިވީމާ ދުއްވައިގަތަސް އެއަށްވުރެ ކުރީން ދެވިދާނެަެވެ.އިހަށް މިތާ އޮވެލާނީ އެވެ.މިހެން ހިތާ އޮއްވައި ނިދިއްޖެަެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ކަހަބަށް ވީގޮތަކީ އޭގެ ބަރުހެލިކަން ވިސްނިގެން އެންމެ ހިދުކޮޅެއް ވެސް ނަގައި ނުލައި މަޑުމަޑުން ދެމެން ފަށައިފިއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;އިރުކޮޅެއްވީފަހުން މުސަޅަށް ހޭލެވުނުއިރު ކަމަކު ދާކަށްނެތެވެ. ކަހަބުގޮސް ރޭސްނިމޭތަނާއި ހަމަވަނީއެވެ. ދެން ވަރަށް ބާރުލައިފައި ދެވުނުހައި ބާރަކަށް ދުއްވައިގެންފިއެވެ. ނަމަވެސް ކަހަބުގެ ކުރިއަކުން ނުދެވުނެވެ. މުސަޅުގެ ހަލުއިކަމާ ކަންޒު ކަހަބުގެ ބަރުހެލިކަމާއި އެކުގައިވެސް ރޭހުން މޮޅުވީ ކަންޒު ކަހަބެވެ. ސަބަބަކީ މުސަޅުގެ ހަލުއިކަމާ މެދު އެއަށް ލިބުނު ބޮޑާ ކަމެވެ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5044257047320932977?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5044257047320932977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5044257047320932977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5044257047320932977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5044257047320932977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_31.html' title='ކުޑަ ކުދިންގެ ވާހަކަ 1- ކަންޒުކަހަބާއި މުސަޅު'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJGDJiErO6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/R48Ke35ost8/s72-c/ist2_3511730-rabbit-and-tortoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-6819653254016047434</id><published>2008-07-30T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:32.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... ސްކޫލާއި ސްކޫލުން ބޭރުގަޔާއި</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJFez3hywTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlqPkiXRXH0/s1600-h/Teachesr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229064887525884210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="185" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJFez3hywTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlqPkiXRXH0/s320/Teachesr.bmp" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ސްކޫލާއި ސްކޫލުން ބޭރުގަޔާއި ގޭގައި ދަރިވަރުންނާއި ބެލެނިވެރިންނާއި ޓީޗަރުންނަށް ދިމާވާ އެކިއެކި ކަންތައްތައް ހައްލުކުރުމާއި ތަޙްގީގު ކުރުމުގައި އެފަރާތްތަކުގެ އަބުރު ނުގެއްލޭގޮތަށް ކުރިއަށް ގެންދިއުމަށް ސަމާލުކަން ދިނުމަކީ ވަރަށް މުހިންމު ކަމެކެވެ. ސްކޫލު ދަރިވަރުން ނުވަތަ ޓީޗަރުން ނުވަތަ ބެލެނިވެރިންގެ ފަރާތުން ދިމާވާ ކަންތައްތައް&lt;br /&gt;ތަހުގީގުކުރާއިރު ދެފަރާތުން ދެކެވޭ ވާހަކަތައް ރިކޯޑްކޮށްގެން އެރިކޯޑްތައް އެކިއެކި މީހުންނަށް ފޮނުވައިގެން ހޮޅޮއޮށި ތަކާއި ސައިހޮޓާ ތަކާއި ގޯޅިގޯޅީގެ ކަންމަތީގައި ޖެހުމަކީ އެއްގޮތަކަށް ވެސް ކޮށްގެންވާނެ ކަމެއް ނޫނެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ގިނަފަހަރު މިފަދަ ތަހްގީގުތައް  ކުރަންޖެހެނީ ކުޑަކުދިން ކުރާ ކަންތަކާއި ގުޅިގެން ކަމުގައި ވާހިނދު ކުޑަކުދިންގެ ޙައްގު ތަކަކާއި އެކުދިންނަށް ދިމާވާ ކަންތައްތައް ބަލަހައްޓާ ސަރުކާރުގެ މުއައްސިސާއެއް  އެބަހުރިކަން މިފަދަ ކަންތައް ހިންގާ ފަރާތްތަކުގެ ސަމާލުކަމަށް ގެނެސްދެމެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-6819653254016047434?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/6819653254016047434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=6819653254016047434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/6819653254016047434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/6819653254016047434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_30.html' title='... ސްކޫލާއި ސްކޫލުން ބޭރުގަޔާއި'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJFez3hywTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlqPkiXRXH0/s72-c/Teachesr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-4881672451858683258</id><published>2008-07-30T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:32.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ޝަމްސުއް ދީން ސްކޫލުން 43 ވަނަ މިނިވަން ދުވަސް ފާހަގަކޮށްފި</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJA2iSLMCLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cckE2j3SSdY/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228739129999362226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJA2iSLMCLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cckE2j3SSdY/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ދިވެހި ރާއްޖޭގެ 43 ވަނަ މިނިވަން  ދުވަސް ފާހަގަ ކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން ޝަމްސުއްދީން ސްކޫލްގައި ދުވަހާއި ގުޅޭ ޖަލްސާ އެއް ބާއްވައިފިއެވެ. މިމުނާސަބަތާއި ގުޅިގެން 26 ޖުލައި 2008 ދުވަހު ހަވީރު ޝަމްސުއްދީން ސްކޫލްގެ ބްރާސް ބޭންޑާއި ކަބްސްކައުޓްންނާއި ގާރލް ގައިޑުންގެ ރޫޓްމާޗެއް މީދޫގެ ބޮޑެތި މަގުތަކުގައި ބޭއްވުނެވެ. މިއީ މީދޫ ސްކޫލަކުން ބޭންޑާއި އެކު ރޫޓްމާޗެއް ބޭއްވުނު ފުރަތަމަ ފަހަރެވެ. ޝަމްސުއްދީނު ސްކޫލްގައި ބްރާސް ބޭންޑް ތަޢާރަފްކުރީ އެސްކޫލުގެ ކުރީގެ ހެޑްމާސްޓަރ އަޙްމަދު މުހައްމަދެވެ. މިކަމަށްޓަކައި އަޙްމަދަށާއި ބްރާސްބޭންޑްގެ އާލާތްތައް ހޯއްދަވާ ދެއްވި ޓީޗަރުންނާއި ބެލެނިވެރިންނަށް ނިހާޔަތަށް ޝުކުރުވެރިވަމެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4881672451858683258?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4881672451858683258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=4881672451858683258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4881672451858683258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4881672451858683258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/43.html' title='ޝަމްސުއް ދީން ސްކޫލުން 43 ވަނަ މިނިވަން ދުވަސް ފާހަގަކޮށްފި'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SJA2iSLMCLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cckE2j3SSdY/s72-c/IMG_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-5766602187597711657</id><published>2008-07-30T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:11:46.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DESERTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Mufti Md.Shahbiddin Sabeeli&lt;br /&gt;Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) carried Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) and his mother and went on. They had a water skin with them containing some water. Hazrat Ismael’s mother used to drink water from the water skin so that her milk would increase for her child. When Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) reached Makkah, he made her sit under a tree and returned home. Hazrat Ismael’s (Pbuh) mother followed him and when they reached Ka’abah, she called him from behind, “O Abraham! To whom are you leaving us?” He replied, “I am leaving you to Allah’s care”. She said, I am satisfied to be with Allah.” She returned to her place and started drinking water from the water-skin, and her milk increased for her child.&lt;br /&gt;When the water was all used up, she said to herself, ’I had better go and look out for any people living around.’ She ascended the “safa” mountain and looked, hoping to see somebody, but in vain. When she came down to the valley, she ran till she reached the “Marwa” mountain. She ran to and fro between the two mountains many times. Then she said to herself, “I must go back and see how the child is doing”. She went and found him in almost a dying state and thought to herself, “Let me try once again”. She ascended the “safa” mountain and looked for a long while, but could not find any sign of life. She completed seven rounds running between “safa” and “Marwa”. Losing all hopes, she returned to her child. Then suddenly she heard a voice and she said to that strange voice, “Help us if you can offer any help.”&lt;br /&gt;Lo ! It was Hazrat Gabriel who had spoken to her. Hazrat Gabriel hit the earth with his heel to demonstrate and Lo! Water gushed out. Hazrat Ismael’s mother was astonished and started digging. Prophet Muhammad (Pbuh) had said, “If she had let the water flow, naturally, without her interference, it would have gone on flowing on the surface of the earth.” Hazrat Ismael’s mother started drinking from this water and her milk increased for her child. Afterwards, some people of the tribe of Jurhum, while passing through the bottom of the valley, saw some birds and were astonished, and they said, “Birds could only be found at a place where there is water”. They sent a messenger who searched the place and found water there and returned to inform them about it. Then they all went to her and said, ‘O Ismael’s mother, would you allow us to be with you and stay here? And thus they settled down there. In course of time, her son reached the age of puberty and married a lady from among them.&lt;br /&gt;Then an idea occurred to Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) which he disclosed to his wife Hazrat Sarah, “I want to call upon my dependants whom I left at Makkah.” When he went there, he greeted Hazrat Ismael’s (Pbuh) wife and said “Where is Ismael”? She replied, “ He has gone out hunting”. Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) said to her, “ When he comes, tell him to change his threshold. When Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) came home she told him about the visit of Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh). Where upon Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) said to her “You are the threshold, so go back to your family (i.e. you are divorced).” And Hazrat Ismael married a second wife. Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) thought of visiting his son Hazrat Ismael whom he had left at Makkah and he told his wife Hazrat Sarah of his intentions. Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) came to Hazrat Ismael’s (Pbuh) house and asked, “Where is Ismael?” Hazrat Ismael’s (Pbuh) wife replied, “He has gone out hunting”, and added, “Will you stay (for sometime) and have something to eat and drink ? Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) asked, “What is your food and what is your drink?” She replied, “Our food is meat and our drink is water.” He prayed “O Allah ! Bless their meals and their drinks.” Prophet Muhammad (Pbuh) said, “Because of Hazrat Abraham’s (Pbuh) invocation Makkah is blessed as a holy city.” Once more Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) thought of visiting the family he had left behind so he told his wife Hazrat Sarah of his decision. He went and found Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) behind the Zam-Zam well, mending his arrows. He said: “O Ismael, your lord has ordered me to build a house for Him.” Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) said “Obey the order of your Lord” Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) said, “Allah has also ordered me that you should help me.” Thereupon Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) went on handing him the stones, and both of them were saying, “O our Lord! Accept this service from us. Verily, you are the All-Hearing, the All Knowing.” (Qur’an: 2/127)&lt;br /&gt;When the building reached high and the old man (i.e. Hazrat Abraham) could no longer reach the height he stood over the stone of Al-Maam and Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) carried on handing him the stones, and both of them were saying “O our Lord! Accept this service from us, Verily you are All-Hearing, All- Knowing. ( Bukhari : 1/74-76)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are a few important points in the story. First of all, why did Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) have to go on such a long journey along with Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) and his mother Hazrat Hajera? A great Islamic scholar, Hafiz Ibn Hajar, had written describing the course of this incident. He says that Hazrat Hajera was given to Hazrat Sarah from the king as a maid-servant. Later on, Hazrat Sarah gifted her to her husband Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh). However, as days passed Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) was born from Hazrat Hajera. Still Hazrat Sarah was a barren woman, so she felt very bitter hearing about the newborn. Moreover, Hazrat Sarah swore that she would tear Hazrat Hajera in three pieces. Sensing the bad situation, Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) tried to think of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there was no alternative except that Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) should remove Hazrat Hajera to a far off place. Therefore, Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) travelled with Hazrat Isamel and his mother Hajera. (Fathul Bari: 6/251)&lt;br /&gt;Through this story, we learn about the great patience and firm faith of Hazrat Hajera as she was tolerant and enduring in moments of trial. There was no one to console her. She could not find any acquaintance there. There was no shelter for her either. All the same, Hazrat Hajera thought that when Allah ordered her to live there, He certainly would provide her food and shelter. She never lost her hope in Allah, she was an extraordinary woman indeed. The company of Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) had changed her personality. Therefore, she bore all her troubles, fortitude. Allah was pleased with Hazrat Hajera so much so that it was made obligatory for all pilgrims to circumambulate around “safa and Marwa” during the pilgrimage in order to commemorate this event.&lt;br /&gt;It is to be noted that Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) wanted to test his daughter-in-law but she had failed in her test. Therefore Hazrat Abraham (Pbuh) understood that she would not prove herself a suitable wife for his son Hazrat Ismael (Pbuh) who would be a prophet of Allah. Her character was not like that of her mother-in-law, Hazrat Hajera. It is required for a prophet’s wife to be patient, grateful, trusting in God, a contented, devoted woman. She ought to be a remarkable and most outstanding woman. The Holy Book of Allah says: ‘O consorts of the prophet, if any of you were guilty of evident unseemly conduct, the punishment would be double that of other women and that is easy for Allah. But any of you that is devout in the service of Allah and His Messenger, and righteous, we shall grant her reward twice. And we have prepared for her a generous sustenance. O’ Consorts of the Prophet! Ye are not like any of the other women. (Qur’an: 33/30-32)&lt;br /&gt;And what are the required characteristics of a Prophet’s wife? The Holy Book of Allah makes a mention in this connection. “ It may be, if he divorced you (all) Allah will give him in exchange consorts better than you who submit (their wills), who believe, who are devout, who turn to Allah in repentance, who worship (in humility), who fast, previously married or virgins. (Qur’an : 66/5)&lt;br /&gt;It is not worthy and suitable for Prophet’s wives to incline to worldly materials. However, when the booty started to come in Madinah in plenty, then consorts of the prophet demanded an increase in their allowance. The Prophet (Pbuh), because of this, separated himself from this wives for a month. The following verse was revealed on this very occasion. (Muslim:1/480)&lt;br /&gt;‘O Prophet! Say to thy consorts: “If be that ye desire the life of this world and its glitter, then come, I will provide for your enjoyment and set you free in a handsome manner. But if ye seek Allah and his messenger and the Home of the Hereafter, verily, Allah has prepared for the well-doers amongst you a great reward. (Qur’an: 33/28-29)&lt;br /&gt;Ingratitude and disobeying of husband is a worse thing. Women should refrain from them, lest their next world be ruined. Therefore, the Prophet said: “I was shown the Hell-fire and majority of its dwellers were women who were ungrateful.” He was asked, “Do they disbelieve in Allah?” (Are they ungrateful to Allah?) He replied, “They are ungrateful to their husbands and are ungrateful for the favours and the good (charitable) deeds done to them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5766602187597711657?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5766602187597711657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5766602187597711657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5766602187597711657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5766602187597711657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/deserted.html' title='THE DESERTED'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-5236063185912958853</id><published>2008-07-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Of Al-Isra &amp; Al-Miraj</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228655633288474642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SI_qmIsBMBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8-JprKXDlk8/s320/al+isra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The night journey and the ascension of Prophet Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to Allah, the Lord of t he Worlds, the One Who exists without a place. To Him belong the endowments and proper commendations. May Allah raise the rank of Prophet Muhammad and his kind Al and Companions and protect his nation from what he fears for them. May the Lord of Heavens and Earth grant us the sincere intentions and guide us to the acceptable deeds.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, Allah sent the prophets as a mercy to the slaves and supported them with miracles to indicate the truthfulness of their message. Of all the prophets, our Prophet, Muhammad, was blessed with the most miracles. Al-Isra' and al-Mi^raj are among the many miracles of Prophet Muhammad.&lt;br /&gt;The miracle of al-Isra' is confirmed in the Qur'an. In Surat al-Isra', Ayah 1, Allah said:&lt;br /&gt;which means: [Praise be to Allah Who enabled His slave, Muhammad, to make the journey at night from Masjid al-Haram in Makkah to Masjid al-Aqsa in Jerusalem, which is surrounded a blessed land.] This journey is also confirmed in the sahih hadith. As such, there is scholarly consensus (ijma^) Prophet Muhammad journeyed in body and soul the night of al-Isra' from Masjid al-Haram in Makkah to Masjid al-Aqsain Jerusalem. Moreover, these scholars indicated the person who denies al-Isra' is a blasphemer for belying the explicit text of the Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;Before the Prophet took this night journey, the ceiling of the house in which he was staying was opened, and Jibril descended. He cut open the chest of Prophet Muhammad and washed that open area with Zamzam water. Then he emptied something from a container into the chest of the Prophet to increase his wisdom as well as the strength of his belief. This was done to prepare the Messenger of Allah for that which he had yet to see in the upper world from among the wonders of the creation of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Isra' &lt;br /&gt;After the Prophet performed the Evening Prayer (^Isha'), Jibril came to him with a white animal, slightly larger than a donkey yet smaller than a mule. This animal was the buraq,--one of the animals of Paradise. Jibril held the buraq by his ear and told the Prophet to mount it. When the buraq was mounted, the Prophet set forth.&lt;br /&gt;The buraqis a very fast animal; the length of the buraq's stride is the farthest distance it's eye can see. The Prophet and Jibril arrived to a land with palm trees. Jibril told the Prophet to dismount and pray, so the Prophet dismounted the buraq and prayed two rak^as. Jibril asked him, "Do you know where you prayed?" and the Prophet answered, "Allah knows best." Jibril told him, "This is Yathrib; this is Taybah. "." (These are two names for the city of al-Madinah.) Before the Prophet emigrated to al-Madinah, it was called Taybah and Yathrib. It earned the name al-Madinah after the Prophet emigrated to it.&lt;br /&gt;The buraq continued with the Prophet and Jibril until they reached another place. Again Jibril told the Prophet to get down and pray. The Prophet dismounted there and prayed two rak^as. Jibril informed the Prophet of the name of that place; it was Tur Sina'.&lt;br /&gt;Once again the buraq took off with the Prophet and Jibril. Once again it stopped, and the Prophet dismounted and prayed two rak^as. This was in Bayt Lahm, where Prophet ^Isa (Jesus) was born. Then the buraq continued with the Messenger of Allah until they entered the city of Jerusalem. There the Prophet went to Masjid al-Aqsa. Outside was a ring used by the Messengers of Allah to tie their animals. The Prophet tied his buraq to this ring. Then the Prophet entered the masjid where Allah assembled for him all the Prophets--from Adam to ^Isa. Prophet Muhammad moved forward and led them all in prayer. This is an indication the Prophet is higher in status than all the rest of the prophets and messengers.&lt;br /&gt;1- On Prophet Muhammad's journey from Masjid al-Haram to Masjid al-Aqsa, Allah enabled him to see some of His wondrous creations. Allah enabled the Prophet to see the world (dunya) like an old woman. However, this old woman was wearing a great deal of jewelry, and in this there is an indication signifying the reality of the world.&lt;br /&gt;2- Allah enabled the Prophet to see Iblis. The Prophet saw something on the side of the road which did not dare to stand in his way or speak to him. What the Prophet saw was Iblis. Originally, Iblis was a believer and lived with the angels in Paradise. When Allah ordered the angels to prostrate (sujud) to Prophet Adam, Iblis was ordered to prostrate to him as well. The angels prostrated to Adam in obedience to Allah, because angels do not disobey Allah. However, Iblis did not obey, and he objected to the order of Allah. He said, "You created me out of fire, and You created him out of clay. How do You order me to prostrate to him?" So this objection by Iblis to the order of Allah was the first blasphemy he committed.&lt;br /&gt;3- On his journey, the Prophet smelled a very nice odor. He asked Jibril about this pleasant scent and Jibril informed him this good smell was coming from the grave of the woman whose duty used to be to comb Pharaoh's daughter's hair. This woman was a good, pious believer. One day, as she was combing Pharaoh's daughter's hair, the comb fell from her hand. At this she said, ""Bismillah. "Pharaoh's daughter asked her, "Do you have a god other than my father?" The woman said, "Yes. My Lord and the Lord of your father is Allah." Pharaoh's daughter told her father what had happened. Pharaoh demanded this woman blaspheme and leave Islam, but she refused. At that, Pharaoh threatened to kill her children. He brought a great pot of water and built a great fire under it. When the water boiled, Pharaoh brought her children and started to drop them into that pot one after the other. Throughout all this, the woman remained steadfast to Islam, even when Pharaoh reached her youngest child--a little boy still breast feeding--but she felt pity for him. At that, Allah enabled this child to speak. He said to his mother, "O Mother, be patient. The torture of the Hereafter is far more severe than the torture of this life, and do not be reluctant, because you are right." At this the woman requested Pharaoh collect her bones and the bones of her children and bury them in the same grave. Pharaoh promised her that--then dropped her into that boiling water. She died as a martyr. The good odor the Prophet smelled coming from her grave is an indication of her high status.&lt;br /&gt;4- During his trip, the Prophet saw people who were planting and reaping in two days. Jibril told the Prophet, "These were the people who fight for the sake of Allah (mujahidun). ")."&lt;br /&gt;5- The Prophet also saw people whose lips and tongues were clipped with scissors made of fire. Jibril told the Prophet, "These are the speakers of sedition (fitna) who call people to misguidance."&lt;br /&gt;6- He also saw a bull which exited a very small outlet, then was trying in vain to return through that small outlet. Jibril told the Prophet, "This is the example of the bad word--once spoken, it cannot be returned."&lt;br /&gt; 7- The Prophet saw people grazing like animals, with very little clothing on their private parts. Jibril told the Prophet, "These are the ones who refused to pay zakat. "."&lt;br /&gt; 8- The Prophet saw angels smashing some people's heads with rocks. These heads would return to the shape they had been, and then the angels would smash their heads again--and so on. Jibril told the Prophet, "These are the ones whose heads felt too heavy to perform prayer--the ones who used to sleep without praying."&lt;br /&gt;9- On his journey the Prophet saw people who were competing to eat some rotten meat--ignoring meat that was sliced and unspoiled. Jibril told the Prophet, "These are people from your nation who leave out that which is permissible (halal), and consume that which is forbidden ((haram). "This reference was to the fornicators, that is, the ones who left out the permissible (marriage) and committed sins (fornication).&lt;br /&gt; 10- Also, the Prophet saw people who were drinking from the fluid coming from the bodies of the fornicators, (water mixed with blood). Jibril indicated to the Prophet these were the ones who were drinking the alcohol which is prohibited in this world.&lt;br /&gt; 11- The Prophet saw people scratching their faces and chests with brass finger nails. Jibril said, "These are the examples of those who commit gossip ((ghibah). ")."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Al-Mi^raj&lt;br /&gt;1- After the Prophet took this night journey from Masjid al-Haram to Masjid al-Aqsa, he ascended to the upper heavens. The Prophet ascended to the heaven on stairs, called al-mirqat, in which one step is made of gold and the next of silver, and so on. These stairs are veiled from us. The Prophet ascended these stairs until he reached the first heaven. When the Prophet and Jibril arrived at the first heaven, Jibril requested the gate to be opened. The angel assigned to that gate asked Jibril, "Who is with you?" Jibril answered, "It is Muhammad." The angel asked Jibril, "Was he dispatched? Is it time for him to ascend to the heaven?" Jibril said, "Yes." So, the gate was opened for him, and Prophet Muhammad entered the first heaven. &lt;br /&gt;There, Prophet Muhammad saw Prophet Adam. To Adam's right, the Prophet saw some bodies, and to Adam’s left, other bodies. If Adam would look to his right he would laugh, and if he would look to his left he would cry. Adam was seeing the souls of his descendants. Those on his right were his descendants who would die as believers and those on his left were his descendants who would die as non-believers.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet ascended to the second heaven. In this second heaven was where Prophet Muhammad saw Prophets ^Isa and Yahya. ^Isa and Yahya are cousins; their mothers were sisters. They welcomed the Prophet and made supplication (du^a') for him for good things. The Prophet ascended to the third heaven, where he found Prophet Yusuf. Prophet Yusuf was extremely handsome. Allah bestowed half the beauty on Yusuf. Yusuf received the Prophet with a warm welcome and made supplication (du^a') for him for good things.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet ascended to the fourth heaven, where he found Prophet Idris. Idris welcomed the Prophet and made supplication (du^a') for him for good things. In the fifth heaven, the Prophet encountered Harun, the brother of Prophet Musa. In the sixth heaven, he encountered Prophet Musa. Each of these Prophets received Prophet Muhammad with a warm welcome and made supplication (du^a')') for him for good things.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet ascended to the seventh heaven, and that is where our Messenger saw Prophet Ibrahim. Prophet Ibrahim is the best of the prophets after our prophet, Muhammad. The Prophet saw Prophet Ibrahim with his back against al-Bayt al-Ma^mur. To the inhabitants of the skies, al-Bayt al-Ma^mur is like the Ka^bah is to us, the inhabitants of the earth. Every day 70,000 angels go there; then exit from it, and never return. The next day another 70,000 angels go, come out, and never return. This will continue until the Day of Judgment. In this, there is an indication as to the greatness of the numbers of the angels--their numbers are far more than the numbers of the humans and the jinns together.&lt;br /&gt;In the seventh heaven, Prophet Muhammad saw Sidrat al-Muntaha--a very big tree of sidr. Each of the fruits of this tree is as large as a big jar. The leaves of this tree are similar to the ears of the elephants. Sidrat al-Muntahais an extremely beautiful tree. It is visited by butterflies made of gold. When these butterflies gather on this tree, its beauty is beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet ascended to what is beyond the seven skies; he entered Paradise. He saw examples of the inhabitants of Paradise and how their situation would be. He saw most of the inhabitants of Paradise are the poor people .&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet saw other things on the night of his ascension. He saw Malik, the angel in charge of the Hellfire. Malik did not smile at the Prophet when he saw him, and the Prophet asked why. In answer to the Prophet's question, Jibril said, "Malik did not smile since the day Allah created him. Had he smiled for anyone, he would have smiled for you."&lt;br /&gt;In Paradise, the Prophet saw some of the bounties Allah prepared for the inhabitants of Paradise. He saw the Hur ul-^In: females Allah created who are not humans or jinn. They are in Paradise and will be married to those men Allah willed them to marry.&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet saw the wildan ul-mukhalladun: creations of Allah who are not human, jinn, or angels. They are a very beautiful creation of Allah whose appearance is like laid-out pearls. They are servants of the inhabitants of Paradise. The least in status of the People of Paradise will have 10,000 wildan ul-mukhalladun to serve him. Each one of them would carry a tray of gold in one hand and a tray of silver in the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet saw the Throne (^Arsh), which is the ceiling of Paradise. The Throne is the largest creation of Allah in size; Allah did not create anything bigger in size than it. The seven heavens and the earth in comparison to the Kursiyy, are like a ring thrown in a desert, and the Kursiyy in comparison to the Throne, is like a ring thrown in a desert. The seven heavens and the earth in comparison to the Throne are like a seed of mustard compared to the ocean. Allah created the Throne as a sign of His Power and He did not create the Throne to sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;Allah created the Throne to show His Power. It is carried by four angels, and on the Day of Judgment, it will be carried by eight. The Prophet said he was permitted to speak about one of these angels who carry the Throne. In describing this angel, the Prophet told us the distance between his ear lobe and shoulder is the distance a fast-flying bird would cover in 700 years.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet ascended beyond Paradise. He reached a place where he heard the creaking of the pens used by the angels who are copying from the Preserved Tablet. It is at that location Prophet Muhammad heard the Kalam of Allah, which is an attribute of the Self of Allah. He heard the Kalam of Allah which does not resemble our speech--so it is not something that occurs bit after bit. It is not letter after letter or a word that comes after another word. Rather, it is an attribute of Allah which is eternal and everlasting. It does not resemble our attributes. The Kalam of Allah has neither silence nor interruptions. It is an attribute of Allah, and it does not resemble the attributes of the creation.&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet understood several things from hearing this Kalam of Allah. He understood the obligation of the five Obligatory Prayers. At first, Allah obligated fifty prayers. When Prophet Muhammad encountered Musa, Musa told him to make supplication (du^a') to his Lord to ease the obligation of fifty (50) prayers, because his nation could not handle that. Musa said, "I have experience with the people of Israel, and I know your nation cannot bear that." So the Prophet asked his Lord to lessen these prayers for his people. Five prayers were eliminated. Once again, Musa told the Prophet to ask Allah to lessen the number of prayers. Allah did. Nine times the Prophet made supplication to Allah to lessen these prayers--until these prayers were lessened to five Obligatory Prayers. So Prophet Musa was a great benefit to us. Had we been obligated to pray fifty prayers a day, this would have been a difficult matter for us. &lt;br /&gt;From the Kalam of Allah, the Prophet also understood that a good deed would be written for the person who intends to do a good deed, even if he did not do it. Also, the good deed performed would be registered for he who performs it as at least ten good deeds--up to 700 good deeds. For some people, Allah would multiply the reward of their deeds more than that. Additionally, if one performs a bad deed, it is registered for him as one bad deed; yet for he who inclines towards committing a bad deed and then refrains from committing it, a good deed would be registered for him. Here one should note the difference between two matters. If a thought crossed a person's mind about doing something sinful, and this person wavered in this thinking, i.e., considered whether he should do it or not, then he refrained from doing this for the sake of Allah, this is written as a good deed. However, if a person has the firm intention in his heart that he wants to commit a sin, it would be written for him as a sin, even if he does not do it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Prophet Returns to Makkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these matters took place with the Prophet, he returned to the city of Makkah. Some scholars said the Prophet's journey took about one-third of the night, i.e., his journey from Makkah to Jerusalem, then to the heavens and what is above them, and then back to Makkah The next day the Prophet told the people what happened to him the previous night. The blasphemers belied the Prophet and mocked him, saying, "We need a month to get there and back, and you are claiming to have done all this in one night?" They said to Abu Bakr, "Look at what your companion is saying. He says he went to Jerusalem and came back in one night." Abu Bakr told them, "If he said that, then he is truthful. I believe him concerning the news of the heavens--that an angel descends to him from the heavens. How could I not believe he went to Jerusalem and came back in a short period of time--when these are on earth?" At that, the Companion, Abu Bakr, was called "as-Siddiq"--because of how strongly he believed all what the Prophet said.&lt;br /&gt;The blasphemous people questioned the Prophet: "If you are truthful, then describe to us Masjid al-Aqsa and its surroundings." They asked this because they knew Prophet Muhammad had never been there before the previous night. Allah enabled the Messenger to see Masjid al-Aqsa, and he described the masjid and its surroundings in exact detail. Moreover, the Prophet said, "On my way back, I saw some of your shepherds grazing their animals in a particular location. They were searching for a camel they had lost." The Prophet continued by giving the description of the camel. When these shepherds came back, they told their people what happened to them--precisely as the Prophet had already told them.&lt;br /&gt;These blasphemers admitted the Prophet's description was exact. Despite that, they were still stubborn and rejected the faith. They did not accept Islam. Only those whom Allah willed to be guided, will be guided. The person whom Allah did not will to be guided, will not believe--regardless of how much explanation or how many proofs he is shown. The person whom Allah willed to be guided, surely he will be a believer. Many people witnessed miracles and still did not believe. Many people witnessed the miracle of the Prophet's splitting of the moon. Those who refused to embrace Islam said, "This is magic. Muhammad played a magic trick on our eyes." They even asked the people of a faraway land who witnessed the moon split in two. Despite this, they still did not believe. They said, "The magic of Muhammad is powerful; it even reached the faraway lands!" This was their response to witnessing a miracle--instead of believing and becoming Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;We ask Allah that we would all die as Muslims. We ask Allah to bestow on us the bounty of entering Paradise without torture.&lt;br /&gt;And Allah knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5236063185912958853?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5236063185912958853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5236063185912958853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5236063185912958853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5236063185912958853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/miracle-of-al-isra-al-miraj.html' title='Miracle Of Al-Isra &amp; Al-Miraj'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SI_qmIsBMBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8-JprKXDlk8/s72-c/al+isra.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-1200756937290557736</id><published>2008-07-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:24:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Bear Lost His Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Back in the old days, Bear had a tail which was his proudest possession. It was long and black and glossy and Bear used to wave it around just so that people would look at it. Fox saw this. Fox, as everyone knows, is a trickster and likes nothing better than fooling others. So it was that he decided to play a trick on Bear. It was the time of year when Hatho, the Spirit of Frost, had swept across the land, covering the lakes with ice and pounding on the trees with his big hammer. Fox made a hole in the ice, right near a place where Bear liked to walk. By the time Bear came by, all around Fox, in a big circle, were big trout and fat perch. Just as Bear was about to ask Fox what he was doing, Fox twitched his tail which he had sticking through that hole in the ice and pulled out a huge trout.'Greetings, Brother,' said Fox. 'How are you this fine day?''Greetings,' answered Bear, looking at the big circle of fat fish. ' I am well, Brother. But what are you doing?''I am fishing,' answered Fox. 'Would you like to try?''Oh, yes,' said Bear, as he started to lumber over to Fox's fishing hole. But Fox stopped him. 'Wait, Brother,' he said, 'This place will not be good. As you can see, I have already caught all the fish. Let us make you a new fishing spot where you can catch many big trout.'Bear agreed and so he followed Fox to the new place, a place where, as Fox knew very well, the lake was too shallow to catch the winter fish:which always stay in the deepest water when Hatho has covered their ponds. Bear watched as Fox made the hole in the ice, already tasting the fine fish he would soon catch. 'Now,' Fox said, 'you must do just as I tell you. Clear your mind of all thoughts of fish. Do not even think of a song or the fish will hear you. Turn your back to the hole and place your tail inside it. Soon a fish will come and grab your tail and you can pull him out.' 'But how will I know if a fish has grabbed my tail if my back is turned?' asked Bear.'I will hide over here where the fish cannot see me,' said Fox. 'When a fish grabs your tail, I will shout. Then you must pull as hard as you can to catch your fish. But you must be very patient. Do not move at all until I tell you.'Bear nodded, 'I will do exactly as you say.' He sat down next to the hole, placed his long beautiful black tail in the icy water and turned his back.Fox watched for a time to make sure that Bear was doing as he was told and then, very quietly, sneaked back to his own house and went to bed. The next morning he woke up and thought of Bear. 'I wonder if he is still there,' Fox said to himself. 'I'll just go and check.'So Fox went back to the ice covered pond and what do you think he saw? He saw what looked like a little white hill in the middle of the ice. It had snowed during the night and covered Bear, who had fallen asleep while waiting for Fox to tell him to pull his tail and catch a fish. And Bear was snoring. His snores were so loud that the ice was shaking. It was so funny that Fox rolled with laughter. But when he was through laughing, he decided the time had come to wake up poor Bear. He crept very close to Bear's ear, took a deep breath, and then shouted: 'Now, Bear!!!' Bear woke up with a start and pulled his long tail hard as he could. But his tail had been caught in the ice which had frozen over during the night and as he pulled, it broke off : Whack! : just like that. Bear turned around to look at the fish he had caught and instead saw his long lovely tail caught in the ice.'Ohhh,' he moaned, 'ohhh, Fox. I will get you for this.' But Fox, even though he was laughing fit to kill was still faster than Bear and he leaped aside and was gone.Bear was so embarrassed, he went back to his cave and did not come out until spring. So it is that even to this day Bears have short tails, hibernate all winter, and have no love at all for Fox. And if you ever hear a bear moaning, it is probably because he remembers the trick Fox played on him long ago and he is mourning for his lost tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-1200756937290557736?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/1200756937290557736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=1200756937290557736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1200756937290557736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1200756937290557736'/><link 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މިހެން އޮތްއިރު ކުއްޖަކު ތަރުބިއްޔަތު ކުރުމާއެކު ދީނަށް ލޯބިކުރާ ކުއްޖަކަށް ހެދުމަށްޓަކައި  އެންމެ ބޮޑު އަހައްމިއްޔަތު ކަމެއް ދޭންވީ ކަމަކީ ނަމާދު ކުރުމުގެ އާދަ   ކުދިންގެ ކިބައިގައި އަށަގެންނެވުމެވެ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8948853818358148007?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8948853818358148007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8948853818358148007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8948853818358148007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SI3HsUfdqrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zC-Pz6Si1fw/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you promise not to believe everything your child says happens at school, I'll promise not to believe everything he says happens at home. ~Anonymous Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-521347250758501475?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/521347250758501475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=521347250758501475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-4203737472743224272</id><published>2008-07-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:12:52.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Alphabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A's For the Antelope always on view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which Algernon saw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When he went to the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B Was the bear that came up at a run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When Benjamin threw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A very nice bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C's For the camel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;""Poor thing, what a lump!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was what Caroline said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When she looked at his hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D's For the deer with the soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pretty eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doris found them so tame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She had quite a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E Was the elephant ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sixpence a ride but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eric soon found that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you can't sit astride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;F Was the fox very crafty and sly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watching Frank from his den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with a cunning old eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G's The giraffe which made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Geraldine smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She was sure with his neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She could see quite a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;H Was the hippo asleep in his pool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Harry thought it an excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;way to keep cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I Was the Ibex, a kind of wild goat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ida thought his horns nasty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But liked his fine coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J Was the Jaguar like a big cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But Jane didn't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She would like him to pat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K Was the kangaroo off with a bound;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A fine way , thought Ken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To get over the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L's For the lions; they made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;such a fierce noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura wished she were safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At home with the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M's For the monkeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all patter and chatter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But Miles couldn't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What on earth was the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N's For the Nilgai which jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;off a rock;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he took such a leap that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nell had quite a shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O's For the ostrich,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A wise-looking bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But Olga remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the tales she had heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P's For the parrott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hat had lots to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and tried to peck Paul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As he passed by that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Q's For the Quagga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which Quentin found tame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is quite like a Zebra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with stripes and a mane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R Is the Rhino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A fierce-looking beast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rosie watched him with awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the midst of a feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S Is the snake which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suzanne found asleep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He was shiny and slimy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and made her flesh creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T's For the Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that gave Tim a fright;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He was horribly scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lest they got out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For U (That's the Unicorn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nobody looks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As Una can tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's only in books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V's For the Vulture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A big bird of prey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Veronica saw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and soon ran away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W's For the Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lying flat on the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though when Walter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;came near he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;up with a bound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;X Just looks on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and has nothing to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's no creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That claims him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Through-out the whole Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y Is the Yak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's worthy of note;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yvonne was amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at his long shaggy coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Z's For the Zebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That kept Zoe busy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She counted his stripest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ill she felt she was dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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It helps develop speech skills &amp;amp; helps in speech therapy. &lt;br /&gt;To get the full effect of a tongue twister you should try to repeat it several times, as quickly as possible, without stumbling or mispronouncing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some cool English Tongue Twisters, have fun !    Repeat them a few times !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I saw a saw that could out saw any other saw I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said "this butter's bitter! But a bitof better butter will but make my butter better" So she bought some betterbutter, better than the bitter butter, and it made her butter better so 'twasbetter Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!           -&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Black bug bit a big black bear. But where is the big black bear that the big black bug bit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A big bug bit the little beetle but the little beetle bit the big bug back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought, I thought of thinking of thanking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RED BULB BLUE BULB RED BULB BLUE BULB&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"RED BLOOD BLUE BLOOD"                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I won't wish the wish you wish to wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if a sledering snail went down a slippery slide would a snail sleder or slide down the slide-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bubble bobble, bubble bobble, bubble bobble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These thousand tricky tongue twisters trip thrillingly off the tongue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sounding by sound is a sound method of sounding sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-5441226416128482943?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/5441226416128482943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=5441226416128482943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/5441226416128482943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8835555201046124773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_7842.html' title='ހުޅުދޫ ސްކޫލްގެ އިނާމް ދިނުމުގެ ޖަލްސާ'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-476115459852046000</id><published>2008-07-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:33.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>މުދައްރިސްގެ ފަރާތުން ބެލެނިވެރިޔާއަށް</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SIgy9aOwvwI/AAAAAAAAABk/0C4uaOl80kA/s1600-h/school2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226483398158106370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SIgy9aOwvwI/AAAAAAAAABk/0C4uaOl80kA/s320/school2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;އިމްތިޙާނަކީ ކިޔެވުމުގައި ވަރަށް މުހިންމު ދައުރެއް އަދާކުރާ އެއްޗެކެވެ. އެއީ ދަރިވަރުންނަށް ޙާސިލުކުރެވުނު މިންވަރު ދެނެގަތުމަށް ބޭނުންކުރެވޭ މިންގަޑެވެ. ކިޔަވައި ދިނުން އިތުރަށް ރަގަޅުކުރުމަށް ކުރަންވީ ކަންތައްތައް ދެނެގަތުމަށް ބޭނުންކުރެވޭ އެހީއެއް ވެސްމެއެވެ. އިމްތިޙާނު އެއީ ތަފާތުކޮށް ކުދިންނަށް އަސަރުކުރުވާ އެއްޗެކެވެ. ބައެއްކުދިން މާބޮޑު ހާސްކަމެއްނެތި އިމްތިހާނު ރަގަޅަށް ހަދާ ނިންމާލައެވެ. އަނެއްބައި ކުދިންނަށް އިމްތިހާނު އެއީ ބިރަކަށް ވެދެއެވެ. ހަމަ މިގޮތަށް ބައެއް ބެލެނިވެރިންނަށް ވެސް އިމްތިޙަނު އެއީ ހާސްކަމާއި ކަންބޮޑުވުން އުފައްދާ އެއްޗަކަށް ނޫނީ ނުވެއެވެ. ދަރިފުޅު ލައްވާ ރަގަޅަށް އިމްތިހާނު ހެއްދެވުމަށް ފަސޭހަކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން އަމަލުކުރެވިދާނެ ސާދަ ނުކުތާއެއް ތިޔަ ބެލެނިވެރިޔާއަށް ހުށަހަޅާލަމެވެ. މިނޫނަސް މިކަމުގައި ކުރެވިދާނެ އިތުރު ކަންތައްތައް ހުންނާނެ ކަން ޔަގީނެވެ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-1&lt;br /&gt;އެންމެ ފަހުވަގުތު މުތާލިޢާ (ރިވައިޒް) ކުރުމުގެ ބަދަލުގައި ، މުތާލިޢާ ކުރާނޭގޮތުގެ ތާވަލެއް ހަދައި ދުވަސްތަކަށް ބަހާލާށެވެ. މުތާލިޢާ ތާވަލު ދަރިފުޅު އަމިއްލަޔަށް ހަދަން ދޫކޮށްލާށެވެ. ދަރިފުޅު ހެދި ތާވަލު އެއީ އެއާއި އެއްގޮތަށް ޢަމަލުކުރެވޭ ވަރުގެ އެއްޗަކަށް ނުވާނަމަ ދަރިފުޅާ ވާހަކަ ދައްކައިގެން އިސްލާޙްކޮށްލާށެވެ. ކޮންމެ ޓޮޕިކެއް މުތާލިޢާކޮށް ނިމުމުން ފާހަގައެއް ޖަހާށެވެ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;ފިލާވަޅުތައް މުތާލިޢާ ކުރުން ވާން ޖެހެނީ ހަރަކާތްތެރި ޢަމަލީ ކަމަކަށެވެ. އެހެން ޢިބާރާތަކުން ބުނާނަމަ ސްކޫލުން ދީފައިވާ ފިލާވަޅުތައް ދަރިފުޅު ލައްވާ ހަމައެކަނި ކިޔުއްވުމަކުން ދަރިފުޅުގެ ހަނދާނުގައި ފިލާވަޅުތައް ހަރެއް ނުލެއްވޭނެއެވެ. އޭގެ ބަދަލުގައި ފިލާވަޅު ކިޔުއްވުމުގެ އިތުރުން ފިލާވަޅާގޮޅޭ ނޯޓް ތައްޔާރުކުރާށާއި މުހިންމު ޕޮައިންޓްތައް ފާހަގަ ކުރާށާއި ކޮންމެ ޓޮޕިކެއް ތަކުރާރުކޮށް މުތާލިޢާކުރުމަށް ދަރިފުޅަށް ހިއްވަރު ދޭށެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;-3&lt;br /&gt;ކޮންމެ ޓޮޕިކެއް ނިމުމުން އެ ޓޮޕިކެއްގައި ހިމެނޭ މުހިންމު ނުކުތާތައް ދަރިފުޅުލައްވާ ލިސްޓް ކުރުވާށެވެ&lt;br /&gt;-4&lt;br /&gt;ފިލާވަޅު ދަސްކުރަމުން ދާއިރު ދަރިފުޅު ކުރަމުންދާ މަސައްކަތް ބަލައިގަންނާށެވެ. ތަޢުރީފްގެ ބަހެއް ބުނެލުން މިއީ، މަސައްކަތް ބަލައިގަތުމުގެ ގޮތުން ދެވިދާނެ ކުޑަ އެހެނަސް އަގު ބޮޑު ހަދިޔާއެކެވެ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-5&lt;br /&gt;އިމްތިހާނު އޮންނަ ދުވަހުގެ ކުރީދުވަހުގެރޭ ހޭލާ ހުރެ ފިލާވަޅުތައް ހިތުދަސްކުރިޔަ ނުދޭށެވެ. މިގޮތަށް ލައިނުގަނެގެން ހިތު ދަސްކުރުމުން ހާސްވުން އިތުރުވާނެއެވެ. ރަގަޅަށް ޓެސްޓްހެދުމަށް ހަމައަށް ނިދި ލިބުން ވަރަށް މުހިންމެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;އަރާމުކުރަން ދަރިފުޅަށް އަންގާށެވެ. މިގޮތުން ފިލާވަޅުތައް މުތާލިޢާ ކުރުމަށް ވަގުތު ހޭދަކުރުމަށް ފަހު ހިގާލަން ނުކުމެލެވި ދާނެއެވެ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-7&lt;br /&gt;އަބަދުވެސް ރަގަޅުކާނާ ދަރިފުޅަށް ދިނުން މުހިންމެވެ. އިމްތިހާނު ދުވަސްވަރު ރަގަޅު ކާނާ ( ބެލެންސްޑް ޑައެޓް) ދިނުން ވަރަށް މުހިންމެވެ. ރަގަޅަށް ކާނަމަ ކިޔެވުމަށް ދޭ ސަމާލުކަން އިތުރު ވާނެއެވެ. ފޮނިގަދަ އެއްޗެތި މާގިނައިން ދަރިފުޅު ކެޔަނުދޭށެވެ. އިމްތިހާނު ދުވަސްވަރު ފޮނި އެއްޗެތި ގިނައިން އަބަދު ކާނަމަ ވިސްނުމަށް ( ކޮންސެންޓްރޭޓް ކުރުމަށް ) ހުރަހަކަށް ވެދާނެއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-8&lt;br /&gt;ކެފެއިން ގިނަ ޢަދަދަކަށް ހުންނަ ބުއިންތައް ( މިސާލަކަށް: ސައި،ކޮފީ،ކޯލާ ) އިރާކޮޅު ބުއިމުން ދަރިފުޅު ދުރުހެލި ކުރުވާށެވެ. ކެފެއިންގެ ސަބަބުން ނިދުމަށް ހުރަސް އެޅިދާނެއެވެ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-9&lt;br /&gt;އިމްތިހާނުގެ ސަބަބުން ހާސްވެ ކާހިތް ނުވާގޮތް ބައެއް ކުދިންނަށް ދިމާވެއެވެ. މިގޮތަށް ދިމާވާނަމަ ލުއިކޮށް ކެއުމަށް ދަރިފުޅަށް ހިތްވަރު ދޭށެވެ. މިގޮތުން ސޭންޑްވިޗެއް ދެވިދާނެއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;އިމްތިހާނު އޮންނަ ދުވަސްތައް ކަލަންޑަރުގައި ފާހަގަ ކުރާށެވެ. އަދި އިމްތިޙާނު ނިމެމުންދިޔަ ވަރަކަށް ކަލަންޑަރުގައި ފާހަގަ ޖަހަމުން ދާށެވެ. މިގޮތަށް ކަންތައް ކުރުމުން އިމްތިހާނަށް ނިމުމެއް އޮތްކަމުގެ އިހްސާސް ބެލެނިވެރިޔާ އަށާއި ދަރިފުޅަށް ކުރެވޭނެއެވެ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-11&lt;br /&gt;ތެޅެމުން ފޮޅެމުން އިމްތިޙާނަށް ދާންޖެހިއްޖެނަމަ އިތުރަށް ހާސްވުންނޫން އެހެންކަމެއް ނުވާނެއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ދަރިފުޅުގެ އިމްތިހާނާ މެދު ނުވަތަ އިމްތިހާނުގެ ނަތީޖާއާ މެދު މާބޮޑަށް ހާސްވެކަންބޮޑު ނުވާށެވެ. އިމްތިހާނާއި ދަރިފުޅުގެ ނަތީޖާއާ ދޭތެރޭ ބެލެނިވެރިޔާ މާބޮޑަށް ހާސްވެ ކަންބޮޑުވެ އެވާހަކަ ހުއްޓާ ނުލައި އަބަދު ދައްކާނަމަ ދަރިިފުޅު މާބޮޑަށް ހާސްވެދާނެއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;-13&lt;br /&gt;އެންމެ އިމްތިޙާނެއްގެ ނަތީޖާއަށް ބަލައި ދަރިފުޅާ މެދު ގޮތެއް ނުނިންމާށެވެ. އިމްތިޙާނެއްގެ ނަތީޖާ އެއީ ދަރިފުޅާ މެދު ގޮތެއް ކަޑައެޅުމަށް އެންމެ އެކަށީގެންވާ ފުރިހަމަ މިންގަޑަކަށް ނުވެ ހިގައިދާނެއެވެ. އެހެނީ އިމްތިޙާނުގެ ނަތީޖާއަށް އަސަރުކުރުވަފާނެ އެހެން ބަހާތަކެއް ވެއެވެ. މިސާލަކަށް އިމްތިޙާނު ހަދާ ވަގުތު ދަރިފުޅު ހުރި ހާލަތާއި އިމްތިޙާނު އޮންނަ ހޯލު ނުވަތަ ކްލާސްރޫމްގެ މާހައުލާއި މުދައްރިސުގެ އަމަލު ތަކާއި އޭނާ ދެކޭގޮތް، މިހުރީ އިމްތިޙާނުގެ ނަތީޖާއަށް އަސަރު ފޯރުވަފާނެ ކަންކަމެވެ. ބެލެނިވެރިޔާ އަބަދުވެސް ހަދާން ބަހައްޓަންވީ އިމްތިޙާނުގެ ނަތީޖާ އެއީ ބަދަލުކުރުވިދާނެ އެއްޗެއްކަމެވެ. އަބަދު އެއް ނަތީޖާއެއް ލިބެން ނުޖެހޭނެއެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;-14&lt;br /&gt;ފިލާވަޅު ދަސްކުރުމަށް ގޭގެ ވަކި ތަނެއް ދަރިފުޅަށް ޚާއްސަކޮށްދޭށެވެ. އަދި އެކަންގޭބިސީގައި އުޅޭ އެހެންމީހުންނަށް އަންގާށެވެ.&lt;br /&gt;އިމްތިޙާނުގެ ބޭނުމަކީ ދަރިފުޅު ފެއިލްކުރުން ނޫންކަން ބެލެނިވެރިޔާ ހަދާން ބަހައްޓަން ވާނެއެވެ. އިމްތިޙާނުގެ ޖަވާބު ކަރުދާސް މާކުކުރައްވާ މުދައްރިސުންގެ މަގުސަދަކީ މާކްސް އުނިކުރެއްވުމުގެ ބަދަލުގައި ލިބެންޖެހޭ މާކްސް ދެއްވުން ކަމަށް ބެލެނިވެރިޔާ ގަބޫލުކުރެއްވުން މުހިންމެވެ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-476115459852046000?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/476115459852046000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8973414775442711810</id><published>2008-07-23T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:22:33.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Bukhaari: the master in the science of Prophetic narrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228065017420820722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SI3RbxIDsPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kGHagpCw5qk/s400/Mohamed.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His mother woke up with a start and said happily: "What a pleasant dream! Allaah’s messenger Ibraaheem appeared in my dream, and said: "O woman! Allaah restored your son’s eye sight because of your frequent supplications". She said: "O Allaah, make it a glad tiding. "O Allaah answer my supplications and restore the sight of my child."&lt;br /&gt;The pious mother walked to her son’s room, hardly able to move her feet. When she reached his bed, she was about to wake him up but she hesitated. Her broken heart was beating and she kept tenderly and kindly caressing his head with her shaky hands. She was still supplicating and hoping that Allaah would answer her frequent supplications and cure her son. The young boy woke up and started looking in amazement and moving his eyelids in confusion. He said in a breaking voice:&lt;br /&gt;"Mother!! I can see you, I can see your beautiful face! I can see my room and my toys!!"&lt;br /&gt;All perfect praise be to Allaah! All perfect praise be to Allaah! Allaah gave me back my eyesight!!"&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy that she thought she was dreaming. But she soon realized that it was real when she saw her beloved son running and playing as he used to do. Filled with faith and happiness, she said: "All perfect praise be to Allaah! All perfect praise be to Allaah who has the power to do everything."&lt;br /&gt;One day, when the mother was tidying up the house in the morning, she came across a few papers containing some narrations of the Prophet . She remembered her beloved husband and said sadly and painfully while wiping the tears off her cheeks: "May Allaah have mercy on you, Muhammad’s father. You were a man who used to fear Allaah. You dreamed for a long time that your son Muhammad would be a religious scholar! I promise you that I will do my best to achieve your dear wish, Allaah willing." Then she called her son kindly, and Muhammad hurried to her obediently. Then, she said to him: "It is time for you, my son to seek religious knowledge and benefit yourself and the people around you. Tomorrow I will send you to a small school where you can memorize the Quran, learn Prophetic narrations and study the Arabic language to become an honourable scholar like your father, Ismaa'eel .&lt;br /&gt;The young boy, Muhammad, said cleverly: "Mother! Was my father an eminent scholar?"&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied: "Yes, my son." Mohammad, then said politely: "I promise you, Mother, that I will follow his footsteps seriously and exert all my efforts."&lt;br /&gt;The city of Bukhaaraa (now in Islamic Uzbekistan) was located at that time in one of the greatest countries beyond the Transoxus (now Turkistan). Schools of knowledge where people could learn Arabic, the Quran, history, and Fiqh (Islamic jurisprudence) were spread throughout the city. The young boy, Muhammad Ibn Ismaa’eel Al-Bukhaari then set out to quench his thirst for knowledge from these sweet springs. Early in his life, he showed signs of intelligence that surprised everyone around him. He had a sharp mind, an attentive heart, an amazing memory, and an incredible ability to memorize. Before he was ten, he had memorized the whole Quran, mastered the Arabic language, covered much of the Fiqh, and memorized many Prophetic narrations. His pious good mother always encouraged her son and prepared a suitable atmosphere for him to acquire knowledge. When Al-Bukhaari finished his studies in the small schools, his wise mother thought to send him to the well-known study circles in Bukhaaraa, Samarqand, Bekend, Marw, and Nesabor. He became famous among the scholars to the point that he used to argue with his professors and even corrected them sometimes!!&lt;br /&gt;The success and physiognomy of Al-Bukhaari didn't end there. His shaykh and teacher Mohammad Ibn Salaam Al-Bekandy the scholar of Buhaaraa and the scholar of Prophetic narrations across the Transoxus (now Turkistan), used to ask him to revise some of his books and corrected any mistakes he found. Scholars used to wonder in astonishment: "Who was that boy who edits the books of his professor?!"&lt;br /&gt;Imaam Bekandi used to say proudly about his clever student: "This boy is unique of his kind."&lt;br /&gt;On many occasions Imaam Bekandi talked to his colleagues about his student, Al-Bukhaari who memorized seventy thousand Prophetic narrations by heart. In addition to this, he never reported a narration of the companions or the generation following them unless he knew when and where they were born, as well as where they lived and died!&lt;br /&gt;The years passed and Mohammad Ibn Ismaa'eel reached the age of sixteen years. He felt a great need to go and seek knowledge in every corner of the world to satisfy his thirst for knowledge. He headed to Makkah, accompanied by his mother and elder brother, Ahmad, in 210 AH to perform Hajj (pilgrimage) and seek more knowledge. After the pilgrimage, his mother and brother Ahmad returned to Bukhaaraa while he stayed in Makkah to move between its domes of knowledge: East, and west; North and South. Before the end of two years in this sacred city, he started writing his book The Issues of the companions and their Followers which marked the beginning of his renowned books.&lt;br /&gt;* Al-Bukhaari always loved to visit Madeenah. Among the fruits of his visits to that blessed place was writing his book: "The Big Book of History" which is considered the first book that comprises the names of the narrators of Prophetic narrations and the details of their lives. From that wonderful sacred spot, Al-Bukhaari set out on a relentless endeavor to visit all the Islamic territories out of his love for compiling the Prophetic narrations. He traveled to Hijaaz (Saudi Arabia), Levant (Syria, Jordan, Palestine and Lebanon), Egypt, and Khurasaan (a vast area between north east Iran, southern Russia, and western Afghanistan). He visited Basrah and settled for some time in Baghdad which was the capital of the Abbasid state at that time. He greatly benefited from these journeys seeking knowledge. He had the pleasure of meeting most the narrators of Prophetic narrations at that time, sat with them, listened to the narrations, and memorized whatever knowledge they had.&lt;br /&gt;One night, Al-Bukhaari had a strange dream that later had a great impact on his life. He saw himself standing before the Prophet holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand with which he pushed all evil away from the Prophet . He was so confused and surprised that he went to his scholars asking them to interpret his dream. They said happily: "You will clear the lies and false claims away from the Prophet ." Al-Bukhaari then remembered his teacher, shaykh Is-Haaq Ibn Raahawayh, the prominent scholar of Khurasaan, when he told his students once: "It would be great if you can compile a concise and brief book containing the authentic narrations of the Prophet ."&lt;br /&gt;These words echoed in Al-Bukhaari’s heart and he remembered that dream which was always in his mind since he started learning the Prophetic narrations. Thereupon, he immediately made an intention to actively and seriously pursue this mission and started to strive in his long journey of writing this great book in 217 AH when he was twenty three.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that dream, Al-Bukhaari traveled thousands of miles moving from one Islamic territory to another, undergoing all sorts of difficulties, hardships, and weariness, sometimes to obtain only one narration of the Prophet . He sometimes even had to eat grass to satisfy his extreme hunger after he had spent all his money. Even the few hours of night in which he snatched short naps to rest a while, were not so resting for him, as he used to wake up fifteen to twenty times a night to lit his lamp and sit to classify the narrations he had collected. Al-Bukhaari made a pact with himself that he wouldn’t include a narration from any narrator until he had personally met him, and listened to the narration with his own ears. He never accepted narrations except from the ones who were known for being honest, diligent, accurate, fearing Allaah, and having a sharp memory. After this process, he would have a ritual bath; pray two Rak'as and then include only the narration that had met all these conditions in his book.&lt;br /&gt;After sixteen years of continuous effort and hard work, Al-Bukhaari finished his valuable book that comprised around 7000 authentic narrations which he selected from amongst 600,000 authentic and non-authentic narrations. He overlooked many authentic narrations so that his book wouldn’t be too long. He chose to name the book "The Authentic Book Encompassing a Brief Authentic Narrations of the Prophet, his Tradition and Life" to become the title of the most authentic book after the Quran. The book is known as 'Saheeh Al-Bukhaari' (The authentic narrations reported by Al-Bukhaari ). This book became well known and it gave him a high rank that someone like him truly deserved to achieve. He had a vast knowledge, great manners, a tolerant nature, dignity, and an untainted tongue. He cared so little for this life, he had deep faith, and had Allaah's consciousness at all times. After Imaam Al-Bukhaari became famous throughout the world, thousands of scholars came to him as students of the leader in memorization of authentic narrations until the number of people who attended his study circles in Baghdad reached 20,000. Among the most remarkable figures of his students were Imaams At-Tirmithi, An-Nasaa'ee, Muslim, and others .&lt;br /&gt;In 250 AH, Al-Bukhaari left to Nisabor, a city in Khurasaan and stayed there for a while teaching the people. Then he decided to return to his dear city, Bukhaaraa, and when he did the people rushed to welcome him in a great celebration in which huge tents were pitched and decorations were hung. They threw flowers and golden and silver coins on the Imaam upon his arrival into the city. There was an overwhelming atmosphere of happiness that prevailed throughout all Bukhaaraa.&lt;br /&gt;Allaah Willed, out of mercy to the Imaam, that Al-Bukhaari would only meet his Lord after peace and happiness had found their way into his heart again. One day, the people of Samarqand sent a message for him asking him to come. He agreed and packed with great joy. When he started walking towards his animal he said: “Take me back, I have become weak and very ill”. When they took him back to his house, he said some supplications then he laid on his bed sweating a lot, then his pure soul ascended to its Creator. His death was on a Friday night, the beginning of the month of Shawwaal, 256 AH (870 AD). He was sixty-two years old when he died. He was buried in the village of Khartank which is now known as 'Khawaajah Saaheb'. May Allaah have mercy upon the great Imaam and may Allaah admit him into Paradise. Aameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8973414775442711810?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8973414775442711810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8973414775442711810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8973414775442711810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8973414775442711810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/al-bukhaari-master-in-science-of.html' title='Al-Bukhaari: the master in the science of Prophetic narrations'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kPmoaL679Q/SI3RbxIDsPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kGHagpCw5qk/s72-c/Mohamed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8041537476024202949</id><published>2008-07-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:40:06.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apple in the morning - Doctor's warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roast apple at night - starves the doctor outright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eat an apple going to bed - knock the doctor on the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three each day, seven days a week - ruddy apple, ruddy cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8041537476024202949?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8041537476024202949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8041537476024202949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sticks.&lt;br /&gt;7, 8 Lay them straight.&lt;br /&gt;9, 10 A big fat hen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-4617654934552006247?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/4617654934552006247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=4617654934552006247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4617654934552006247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/4617654934552006247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2-buckle-my-shoe.html' title='1 2 Buckle My Shoe'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-998827376386725895</id><published>2008-07-23T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:32:09.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ޓީޗަރސް ، ޕޭރެންޓްސް، ސްޓޫޑެންޓްސް ބްލޮގް</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;މިބްލޮގްގެ ބޭނުމަކީ ހުޅުދޫ ، މީދޫ ގެ ސްކޫލް ތަކުގައި ކިޔަވާ ދަރިވަރުންނާއި ބެލެނިވެރިންނާއި ޓީޗަރުން މިހާރަށް ވުރެ ހޭލުންތެރިކުރުވުމުގެ މަގުސަދުގައި 23 ޖުލައި 2008 ގައި ކްރިއޭޓްކުރެވިފައިވާ ބްލޮގެކެވެ. ބެލެނިވެރިންނާއި ޓީޗަރުންނާއި ދަރިވަރުންނަށް އަމާޒުކޮށްގެން ލިޔާލިޔުންތައް ފޮނުވާ ފަރާތްތަކަށް މިބްލޮގް މަރުހަބާ ކިޔަމެވެ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-998827376386725895?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/998827376386725895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=998827376386725895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/998827376386725895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/998827376386725895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_23.html' title='ޓީޗަރސް ، ޕޭރެންޓްސް، ސްޓޫޑެންޓްސް ބްލޮގް'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8470439738809252292</id><published>2008-07-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:12:32.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Teacher</title><content type='html'>A funny teacher is like a god sent to the students. Such a teacher always wants to see his/her students smile. They try to bring a smile on the lips of their students. They are not clumsy. Rather, they are witty. A humorous teacher lifts the sadness out of his/her student's life. They are like stress-busters in our life. They help us in forgetting all our sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;However, it does not mean that this kind of teacher is not serious about studies. He/she does encourage his students, but in the healthy way. They teach the students without burdening them. They are not fixated on deadlines. But, they do not also tolerate a playful attitude towards studies. Such teachers lead to the development of students in a healthy way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8470439738809252292?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8470439738809252292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8470439738809252292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8470439738809252292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8470439738809252292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-teacher.html' title='Funny Teacher'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-1253236975739118653</id><published>2008-07-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:10:46.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strict Teacher</title><content type='html'>A strict teacher is very tough on students. He/she always insists on adhering to deadlines. A perfectionist teacher dislikes any mistakes or carelessness on the part of the students. Students have to be extra cautious under such a teacher. Strict teacher is like a disciplinarian, always keeping students on their toes. Students who have a very strict teacher always live under constant deadlines.However, such a teacher fails to touch the hearts of the students. He/she always remains a teacher and fails to become a confidante of the students. Students never respect such a teacher. They accept him/her teacher only out of compulsion. He/she can never earn the love of his/her students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-1253236975739118653?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/1253236975739118653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=1253236975739118653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1253236975739118653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/1253236975739118653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/strict-teacher.html' title='Strict Teacher'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-8511848629396188456</id><published>2008-07-23T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:08:38.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal teacher</title><content type='html'>An ideal teacher is one we respect from our heart. He/she acts, as a guide to the students, but at the same times does not push them too much. A perfect teacher motivates the students and boosts their morale. He/she tries to encourage the students and refrains from criticizing them. Such a teacher prefers to give positive motivation to students. His/her comments are always constructive.The perfect teacher is our friend, guide, educator, confidante, all rolled into one. One such teacher builds the whole life of the students. Everyone in this world should get an ideal teacher. They won’t have to look back in their lives ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-8511848629396188456?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/8511848629396188456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=8511848629396188456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8511848629396188456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/8511848629396188456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/ideal-teacher.html' title='Ideal teacher'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-722351974884032323</id><published>2008-07-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:07:00.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenient Teacher</title><content type='html'>A lenient teacher is one who is not very fussy. An easygoing teacher takes things as they come. They do not crib about things such as doing homework on time or sitting quietly in the class, etc. But this does not mean that you can do anything in the class of a pampering teacher. There are limits to leniency shown by a teacher. We should not take undue advantage of such a teacher. If the teacher is not being too harsh, we should respect that and behave properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-722351974884032323?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/722351974884032323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=722351974884032323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/722351974884032323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/722351974884032323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/lenient-teacher.html' title='Lenient Teacher'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-3717599841411488949</id><published>2008-07-23T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:05:09.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Teacher</title><content type='html'>A friendly teacher acts like a friend for his/her students. Teacher friend combines both the guidance of a teacher and the understanding of a friend. We all, at some point of time, aspire for an understanding teacher. Such a teacher acts like our friend, philosopher and guide. If we have our teacher as our friend, we will never wander from the true path of our life. Every teacher should have some friendly traits in him/her. Such a teacher is more close to the students and a better educator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-3717599841411488949?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/3717599841411488949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=3717599841411488949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3717599841411488949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/3717599841411488949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendly-teacher.html' title='Friendly Teacher'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-841242996040041946</id><published>2008-07-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:03:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of Teachers</title><content type='html'>The types of teachers in this world are many. Some teachers are strict, some are lenient and some others are in the middle way, neither lenient nor strict. We will tell you about different kinds of teachers and various teachers’ categories.We have classified teachers into the following categories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-841242996040041946?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/841242996040041946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=841242996040041946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/841242996040041946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/841242996040041946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/types-of-teachers.html' title='Types of Teachers'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100370051381792162.post-49965832510294196</id><published>2008-07-23T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:55:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ކިޔަވާކުދިންގެ އަޚްލާގް</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;ކިޔަވާ ކުދިންގެ އަޚްލާގް ވަރަށް ދަށު ދަރަޖައަކަށް ވެއްޓިފައިވާ ވާހަކައަކީ މިކަމާމެދު ވިސްނާ ފިކުރު ހިންގާ ވަރަށް ގިނަ ބަޔަކު ދައްކާ ވާހަކައެކެވެ. ކިޔަވާކުދިންގެ އަޚްލާގީ މިންގަޑެއް ހިފަހައްޓަން ޖެހެނީ ވަކި ފެންވަރެއްގެ ނުވަތަ ވަކިކަހަލަ ސްކޫލް ތަކަކު ނޫނެވެ. ސަރުކާރުގެ ސްކޫލްތަކުގައި ކިޔަވާ ކުދިންނާއި އަމިއްލަ ސްކޫލްތަކުގައި އުޅޭ ކުދިންގެވެސް އަޚުލާގީ މިންގަޑު އޮންނަންޖެހޭނީ އެއްގޮތެއްގައި އެއް ހަމައެއްގައެވެ. އަދި ސްކޫލްގެ އެތެރޭގައާއި ސްކޫލުން ބޭރުގައި އުޅޭއުޅުމުގައި ވެސް މިދެންނެވި އަޚްލާގީ ރިވެތި ސިފަތައް ކުދިންގެ ގައިގާ ހުންނަން ޖެހޭނެއެވެ. &lt;br /&gt;ބައެއް ބެލެނިވެރިން ކުއްޖާ ވަކި އުމުރަކަށް ދިއުމުން ކުއްޖާ އެކަނި ސްކޫލަށް އައިސް ގޮސްވުމަށް ދޫކޮށްލައެވެ. ޢުމުރުގެ ގޮތުން ކުއްޖާގެ ފުރާވަރުގެ އުމުރަށް ދިޔަ ނަމަވެސް ކިޔެވުމުގެ ދައުރު ނިންމައި ޔުނިފޯމް މުޅިން ބޭލުމާ ހިސާބަށް ދާންދެން އަނެއް ބައި ބެލެނިވެރިން ކުއްޖާ އެކަނި ދޫކޮށެއް ނުލައެވެ. ކޮންމެތާކު ވިޔަސް ދަރިފުޅު އުޅޭ ނޫޅޭގޮތް ބަލައެވެ. މިކަން މިގޮތަށް ކުރަންޖެހެނީ ވެސް ސަބަބު ތަކެއް ނެތިއެއް ނޫނެވެ. ކުއްޖާއަށް ކިތަންމެ އިތުބާރެއް ކުރިނަމަވެސް އެހެން ބަޔަކަށް އިތުބާރު ކުރެވެން ނޯންނާތިއެވެ.                                  &lt;br /&gt;ކިޔަވާ ކުދިންގެ އަޚްލާގީ މައްސަލަތައް ހައްދުފަހަނައަޅާ ދިއުމަކީ  ވަރަށްގިނަބަޔަކު ކަންބޮޑުވާ ކަމަކަށް ވީ ނަމަވެސް މިކަމަށް ހައްލެއް ގެނައުމަށް ފިޔަވަޅެއް ނޭޅޭ ކަމުގައި ބައެއް ފަރާތްތަކުން ބުނަމުން ގެންދެއެވެ.        &lt;br /&gt; ސްކޫލުން އަންގާ އެންގުންތަކަށް ހުރުމަތްތެރިކޮށް ހިތާ މުދައްރިސުން ބުނާގޮތަށް  ބަސްއަހާ ބޮޑެތިމީހުންނަށް ގަދަރުކުރާ ބަޔަކަށް ކިޔަވާކުދިން ވަމާތޯއެވެ. ބެލެނިވެރިންނާއި މައިންބަފައިން ދަރިންބުނާބަސް ގަބޫލުކުރުމުގެ ބަދަލުގައި ޓީޗަރުންނާއި މަދަރުސާގެ ބަސް ގަބޫލުކުރާ ބަޔަކަށް ވަމާތޯއެވެ. އޭރުން ކޮންމެ ކުއްޖަކީވެސް ސްކޫލާއި ޓީޗަރުންނާއި އާންމުންގެ މެދުގައި މަގުބޫލު ދަރިވަރަކަށްވާނެކަން ޔަގީނެވެ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100370051381792162-49965832510294196?l=teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/feeds/49965832510294196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100370051381792162&amp;postID=49965832510294196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/49965832510294196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100370051381792162/posts/default/49965832510294196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teachersparentsstudents.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='ކިޔަވާކުދިންގެ އަޚްލާގް'/><author><name>KHAZAANAA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959858761042342925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
