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 A Rewrite of my old poem... Dream I gazed at the sky, at the stars burning bright, Lying there wondering...could I take flight? Like a fairy I’d soar, touch the moon with my feet, Maybe my story would soon be complete. I drifted and dreamed as the night gathered deep, On a cloud soft as wool from a sheep. That cloud carried me into vast, silent space, A cold, lonely place with a star-speckled face. It set me down on the moon, then faded away... A whisper of “welcome” made me turn and survey. And there sat an old woman, calm and serene, Beneath a dark tree with a shadowy sheen. I thought, Trees on the moon? This can’t be right.., I’m lost in a world with no day and no night. Then suddenly, jolted, I opened my eyes, Sat up in my bed, under ordinary skies. “OH, WHAT A DREAM!” I cried to the air... But its ending? I’ll never find it there. By Barirah

Straw That Stood   This month, I attended the Pakistan Science Club Summer Camp 5.0 in Islamabad. It was my fourth time participating in their Islamabad Summer Camps, and as always, it was a fantastic experience. Every year, the team travels from Karachi to host these incredible camps at AIOU, and I never miss the chance to join. The camp was divided into two groups: Juniors and Seniors. I was in the Seniors and my brothers in junior. Each year brings something new, and this time was no different. On the first day, we built a sensor robot, learning about wiring, chips, and sensors along the way. It was a great hands-on introduction to electronics. The camp ran for five days, with a new project each day. My favorite was the third day's team challenge: building a straw tower that was both weight-resistant and earthquake-resistant. The process was incredibly fun...brainstorming ideas with my teammates and working together to bring our design to life. I suggested making the tower hexa...