Issue 1

   14 June 2025

SAFA NEWS

 SCHOOL REOPEN OF SAFA ENGLISH MEDIUM SCHOOL 

LUCKY DRAW WINNERS

Alif Day Celebrations at Safa English Medium School

Safa English Medium School's Kindergarten section recently hosted a vibrant "Alif Day" celebration, themed "Little steps, Big dreams." The event featured notable guests Sayyid Twayyib Al Bukhari and Sayyid Muhammed Junaid Thangal.

The festivities included engaging activities, colorful balloons, and a star-studded atmosphere, fostering a sense of community and learning.

Organized by Manshau Thazkiyaathi Ssunnithil Islamiyya, the event highlighted the school's commitment to holistic education and cultural enrichment.

One Earth, One Chance:  World Environmental Day celebration

World Environment Day was celebrated with great enthusiasm at our school ,Safa English Medium School, on June 5th, aiming to raise awareness about environmental protection and sustainable living. The program began with a thought-provoking speech by one of our students, highlighting the urgent need to care for our planet. This was followed by an environment pledge taken by all students and teachers, promising to reduce plastic use and conserve natural resources.

An indoor school rally added energy to the event, as students marched through the corridors holding banners and chanting slogans focused on eco-awareness. To encourage creativity and expression, various competitions were held, including poster making and essay writing. Students from all grades participated actively, showcasing their thoughts and ideas on preserving nature.

The day was a meaningful reminder that protecting our environment is not just a one-day effort, but a continuous commitment.

As part of this  celebration, students also took a hands-on approach to spread the message of sustainability. One of the standout displays was a creatively designed model shaped like a dustbin, bearing the slogan “Plastic-Free Starts Here.”

Decorated with plastic cutouts, ribbons, and awareness posters, the model served as both a symbol and a reminder of our duty to reduce plastic usage. Placed near the school’s green zone, it attracted the attention of many students and visitors.

This thoughtful creation not only showcased student talent but also reinforced the message that change begins with small, everyday choices.

Winners Of Environment Day Competetion

"Leading the Way: Class Leader Election 2025"

The Class Leader Selection for the academic year 2025 was held with much enthusiasm and anticipation. Students actively participated, nominating their peers and casting their votes in a democratic process.  After a fair and transparent voting process, the elected leaders were announced, greeted with cheers and applause. This activity not only promoted leadership and responsibility among students but also gave them a glimpse into the spirit of healthy competition and teamwork.

Merit Eve '25: Honouring SSLC and CBSE Winners

The Ideal Association for Minority Education (IAME) is set to host the Merit Eve '25 event on June 10, 2025, at Ma'din Public School in Melmuri, Malappuram. The event will take place from 2:30 pm to 4:30 pm and will honour the achievements of SSLC and CBSE winners.

The event aims to recognize and celebrate the academic excellence of students from minority communities. The IAME has arranged for buses from various schools to facilitate transportation for the attendees.

The Merit Eve '25 event promises to be a grand celebration of academic achievement, with a festive atmosphere and honouring of outstanding students.

The Price of Being a Woman in India: Justice Sleeps and Women Bleed  

— A Nation’s Silence Amidst the Shadows of Violence and Broken Promises —

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Every day, women across India live with fear, pain, and heavy weight of injustice. Their storiesーof courage, loss, and hopeー often go unheard, buried beneath headlines and forgotten by those who should protect them.

Take Dr. Vandana Das from Kerala—a young doctor with kind eyes and a heart full of purpose. She had dreams like any of us, to heal, to serve, to build a life through compassion. But in a place where she was meant to save lives, she lost her own. Her death wasn’t just heartbreaking—it was terrifying. It showed us that even in spaces built to protect and care, women aren’t safe. And what’s worse—after all the tears and outrage, there’s still no justice. Her family waits. The country moves on. The silence around her case echoes louder each day, and it hurts.

Or Dr. Moumita Debnath in Kolkata—bright, determined, full of promise. Her brutal murder didn’t just shatter her family, it jolted a city wide awake. Yet even in the face of such horror, blame fell not on the monster who took her life, but on Moumita herself. A politician’s words still sting: “She shouldn’t have been out at night. Women aren’t meant to work or study.” As if her ambition, her right to exist freely, was a crime. It wasn’t just insensitive—it was inhumane. And like so many stories before hers, the justice system dragged its feet, letting time dull outrage while the guilty lived on as if nothing had happened.

Remember Nirbhaya—a young woman from Delhi whose unimaginable suffering sparked a nation’s hope for change. Yet even years later, too many women continue to endure similar horrors, their voices drowned in silence, justice slipping further away. 

Don't forget Bilkis Bano from Gujarat, who survived the brutal riots, carrying scars both seen and unseen, only to watch as those who tore her life apart walked free, while the courts turned a blind eye to her pain. Their stories are not just headlines—they are echoes of a broken system and a society still struggling to protect its women.

And then there’s Aasiya—a little girl from Kashmir, just a child. Her life should’ve been filled with lullabies, laughter, safety. Instead, it ended in silence. No headlines strong enough. No justice loud enough. Her name became just another whisper in a long line of forgotten cries. She should’ve been protected. She wasn’t.

Their stories aren’t isolated. They’re warnings. They’re wounds. And they demand more than just pity—they demand change.

Also in Manipur, in the middle of brutal ethnic violence, two women—wives of soldiers—were dragged from their homes, stripped, and paraded naked in broad daylight. Their bodies became battlegrounds, their dignity torn away in front of the world’s eyes. These weren’t just acts of cruelty—they were calculated attempts to break the spirit of a people through the bodies of their women. And yet, even after the horror made headlines, justice still hasn't arrived. No real accountability. No peace for the women. Only silence.

In another corner of the country, a young wrestler—a minor—was assaulted by the very man trusted to protect her: the head of the wrestling federation. A man with power, prestige, and enough influence to drown out her voice. Her story is heartbreakingly familiar. A girl in pain. A predator in power. And a system that would rather shelter the abuser than fight for the abused.

These are not isolated incidents. They are threads in a dark pattern of neglect, power abuse, and impunity. The killers and rapists walk freely. Families of victims carry scars that never heal. The law—slow, cold, and distant—often fails those who need it the most.

In India, women are worshipped during the day… and beaten, raped, or murdered at night.

It’s a brutal contradiction—a society that places goddesses on pedestals but refuses to protect real women walking its streets.

And every day, this country—so rich in spirit and promise—becomes harder for women to survive in, let alone thrive.

But even in all this darkness, there’s something unshakable— resilience. A quiet, fierce kind of hope that refuses to die. That maybe one day, the silence will finally break. That justice won’t just be a distant dream. That women won’t have to shrink, or second-guess, or live each day bracing for the worst.

It’s time— far past time—for something to change. Not softly, not eventually, but boldly and now. The government must act, not with empty words but with real justice—swift and certain. The courts must stop failing the very people they’re built to protect. And we, as a society, must finally stop blaming the women and start listening to them.

Teach children that respect isn’t earned by silence or submission—it’s a right. Teach boys that strength has nothing to do with power over others. Let classrooms become places of empathy, and homes become places where daughters feel safe.

The pain these women carry is too much for the world to keep ignoring.

For Vandana, Moumita, Aasiya—for every woman whose name we know, and the thousands we never will—India must rise. Not just in protest, but in promise. A promise that their lives mattered. That their voices will echo louder than the violence ever did.

Because the pain runs deep—but so does the courage.

Zahra Sajid (12B)

   Nature's Harmony 

The sun shone bright, with a smile so wide,

"I'm the one who brings life," it said with pride.

The rain replied, with a gentle tone,

"But without me, the earth would be overgrown."

The sun laughed loud, with a warm delight,

"You may bring water, but I bring the light."

The rain whispered soft, with a soothing sound,

"My droplets nourish, the roots underground."

The sun and rain, in a harmonious dance,

Together they work, in a perfect prance.

Their conversation, a symphony so fine,

A balance of nature, forever divine.

Mihal Ali Ibrahim - (12A)

ABOMINABLE RAINBOW 

Hey girl, why are you 

wearing this dress? 

Why are you 

covering like this?

Cause this is my right,

My dress, my identity

I'm comfortable and confident

With this dress code. 

For you this may be

an abominable Rainbow, 

But for me the Rainbow,

With its almost beauty

Is there any benefit 

For this dressing style?

Is it possible to be free from 

harassment by wearing this dress?

Of course, dressing style is one

Of the reasons for harassment

Think... Do you cover the food when

a housefly disturb open food or

Do you trap the housefly? 

I cover my body like

covering food, to prevent

housefly nuisance

 Fatima Suhail IX-A

ASHES TO ASHES

Ashes to ashes

As dust is to dust, 

Blood runs thick like molasses

As it passes through us

O' lay me down placid

By the river at dusk,

with high hopes that the tide

will deliver us.

May the sins of our father

Be hung out to dry,

cleansed by the waters

That swells from our eyes.

So, listen well daughters

It's alright to cry,

Let go of the monster

That you foster inside.

Sidrathul Munthaha(9-A)

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