To foster peace and tolerance through creative expression, PACC conducted a series of workshops in 20+ low-income schools and colleges in District Central, Karachi. More than 1000 students participated in these sessions and worked on stories, open letters, and poems. Students were engaged in interactive activities to understand the concept of creative expression and how it can be used effectively to promote peace and harmony in the society.

This project had three phases. In the 1st phase two-day trainings were conducted at schools with more than 50 students each institute. A team of judges selected at least 3 best writings from each school. These selected top writers for invited to PACC for an advanced level training on the same theme. Ms. Amra Alam and Syed Nusrat Ali conducted this two-day training at PACC. All the participating students of this round were helped by these two renowned trainers to enhance their poems, stories, and letters.

These revised/tweaked writings were compiled in a book and were distributed among all the participating schools and colleges for free.

 

A panel of judges also shortlisted top three writings for publication in print/social media for disseminating the message of peace and harmony to a larger audience.

 

 

 

Be the Change You Want to See 

( Areeba Ayub,  Govt. Girls Comprehensive Higher Sec School)
Accept you, as you are

Believe in yourself and have fun

Cherish time together

Dream big dreams

Enrich comfort and delight

Follow up and follow through

Gratitude for life

Honor each other feelings

If I write to you

Just call to say, hello

Know when someone

Loves you through a letter

Multiply joys divide sorrows

Nurture each other

Overcome adversity together

Pick yourself up when you fall

Quickly forgive and make up

Remember your greatness

Smile, when they remember you

Thrive and share trust

Understand and just listen

Value time together

Walk side by side

Xperience ups and downs

Yearn to stay connected

Zoom time to love & laugh.

A Love Letter to Karachi

Dear lovely people of Karachi,

 

My lovely citizens of Karachi! I want to say something to you and you must know how much I love you all and Karachi. Karachi is our city and we have full freedom of everything and we also have the liberty to go to markets and for outings. You all also know we have religious festivals of different religions such as Eid, Diwali, and Christmas etc. And we should spread peace and tolerance in this loving city and country. For our own sake and freedom, we must spread positivity.

 

Our city is blessed with many choices for enjoyment and for outings such as the seaside, parks, and zoo. Karachi has the biggest steel mill and it was the backbone of economy of Pakistan, but at some point we fell into some difficulties. Our city is suffering from many problems. One of these problems is the menace of terrorism. If we want to solve our problems, we will have to follow these rules, which I would like to share with you all. We can defeat our problems if we aim to spread peace in this country and follow these rules:

  • Don’t make rubbish and just make the city clean.
  • Don’t fight with others
  • Speak politely
  • Use kind language
  • Do not hurt any person and punish the felons
  • Accept people as they are
  • Spread freedom and tolerance
  • Make biggest get together
  • Love everyone
  • Don’t break the laws and customs of your society
  • Respect teachers, elders, and also you should help others.

 

We should do these things to make our city helpful, peaceful, and progressive. We should always thank the Lord that He has given us a good city and for making us humans. If we follow these mentioned rules, our city will become peaceful. I love my city and its people a lot.

 

Sincerely,

Loving citizen of Karachi

Aneesa Sama

(Akbar Public School)

There is A Battle between Two Wolves; Despair and Hope. The Question is Which Wolf Wins? The One You Feed

(Ashjan Khan, Shaheed-e-Millat Govt. Degree College for Women )

 

Abeel’s point of view:
My palms were sweating, hands were trembling and the violent sobs were leaving my throat dry, which was making me cry harder. The view was really breathtaking. The edge of the cliff I was standing on was showing how beautiful my city was. If you haven’t guessed it yet; let me tell you that I was committing suicide. Why? Well, my mother left me on the stairs of an orphanage when I was a few days old.
I was seventeen years old, and since no one likes to adopt teenagers and when I turned eighteen the orphanage wouldn’t support me, I felt that there was no other option left for me. I felt that I was, am and will be on my own. I took a deep breath and opened my arms to welcome my end as I jumped, but someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. Obviously, losing my balance I fell on the ground besides the person who had just saved my life.
I opened my eyes to find a middle-aged man, probably in his mid-forties. I quickly got up, brushed the dirt off my clothes, and started to walk away. “Hey kid! Come back here!” He called out, but I started to walk faster. Of course, he caught up pretty fast and stood in front of me. Was he an Olympic marathon runner? He was looking at me like I had four heads.

“What were you doing?” he asked.

 

I wanted to yell at him that he should mind his own business but I started to cry and you won’t believe that he did let me cry.
“Feeling better?” he asked after I was done crying and I nodded, but he didn’t let me go. He and I sat on the nearest old, dusty bench. He asked the question I knew he would; Why, sad in such a beautiful life?” I didn’t lie a bit and told him everything. He just laughed after listening to my sad story; I looked at him with pure confusion. But then he asked me if I knew Kamal Hasan. I nodded and said yes I knew him. He smiled again and said “you know his name but do you know his story”? I told him that he has made a business empire on his own. The old man cut me off and said.

“Everyone knows it, but his real story is that his father had anger management issues and his mother left him because of that. When he was fifteen he realized that he was done with his life and his father was too cold to realize that. I still remember, he was standing there like you but before he could jump, he thought about the story of two wolves; despair and hope, which one was he going to feed? He decided to feed hope and turned away from despair. ”

 

I looked at him with hope and smiled “You see he didn’t give up”. The man said as he stood up. I quickly stood up too and said “I won’t give up too. I’m going to feed hope too”.
“What’s your name, child?” He asked patting my head.

“Abeel,” I said quickly.
He gave me a card and said. “When you turn eighteen give me a call”. With that he left and when I turned the card over, I guess it was my turn to laugh because the card had a name on it with a number and the name was:

“Kamal Hassan”