Issue 14

 

SAFA NEWS

Speaker's Hub Winners Announced

 School announced the winners of the Speaker's Hub competition for August. The winners were Zainab Bint Muhd Hisham (1H) and Sheza Fathima (2G). Mohammad Sahl Ashkar (12A) and Shihab (10A) were also notable participants. Congratulations to all for their efforts in empowering young voices.

Colours spoke and Talents shined: ഇലൽ മദീന School Arts Fest-2025:

The spirit of creativity lit up the campus of Safa English Medium School as *Ilal Madeena 2025* unfolded in a vibrant spectacle of art, voice, rhythm, and expression. This year’s arts fest was more than a competition — it was a celebration of imagination, talent, and unity.

From graceful Burdha recitations to thought-provoking speeches, and electrifying music to captivating off-stage events, every corner of the campus echoed with youthful energy and artistic brilliance. Students competed house-wise, bringing their unique flair and passion to the stage.

The event saw an overwhelming display of participation, with audiences cheering, teachers guiding, and talents blooming. Off-stage events sparked early excitement, while on-stage programs became the heartbeat of the festival.

After a closely fought competition, the *final scores* were revealed:

🥇 *Battuta* – 1203 points  

🥈 *Khaldun* – 1184 points  

🥉 *Haytham* – 1036 points  

🏅 *Sina* – 1010 points

Battuta emerged as the champion of *Ilal Madeena 2025*, with a lead that reflected not just performance, but passion. 

This year's fest was not just about winning—it was about expressing, connecting, and becoming. Ilal Madeena reminded us that art lives in all of us, and when we create together, we thrive together.

PT-2 EXAM COMMENCES ON 17 SEPTEMBER

The PT-2 exam for classes 3 to 9 and 11 will be held on September 17, with scores based on 30 marks. The mode of exam 3 to 9 is as usual

Off stage Winner's 

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Chronicle Quiz Winner

 THE ILLUSION OF REALITY

Behind the veil, a truth does sleep,

Concealed from sight, in shadows deep.

The world we see, a masquerade so fine,

A dance of illusions, a mystic design.

The senses deceive, the mind does stray,

As reality's distorted, night and day.

We grasp for truth, but it's hard to find,

In the labyrinth of the human mind.

Yet, in the silence, a whisper's heard,

A gentle voice, that speaks of what's unheard.

A call to look beyond, the veil so thin,

To see the truth, that's hidden within.

The illusion fades, the truth does shine,

When we awaken, to the mystic sign.

A world revealed, in all its might,

A reality, that's beyond our sight. 

Sahadiya Abdul Samad(12-A)

A World I’ll Never See

I dream of a world  

where sirens are only for celebration,  

not for shelter.  

Where Gaza’s skies are quiet,  

and children play without fear  

of the ground splitting beneath them.

A world where no one goes to sleep hungry,  

where hands reach out to help—  

not to hurt.  

Where flags aren’t symbols of division  

but of belonging,  

and no voice is silenced  

for asking to live freely.

I imagine leaders who listen—  

really listen.  

Who don’t wear smiles for the cameras  

while tightening chains behind closed doors.  

A world where power serves people,  

not the other way around.

Palestine walks freely in that world,  

not as a cause,  

but as a home.  

The people laugh without flinching,  

hold weddings without worry,  

sing without sorrow echoing too close.

And still—  

in my quiet moments,  

I hope.  

Not loudly,  

but like a small light in a room no one enters.  

Because some part of me still wants to believe  

in that gentle world.

But maybe—  

just maybe—

it’s a place I’ll never see.  

Maybe peace  

was never meant for us.  

Still,  

I carry it  

like a secret  

inside me.

Zahra Sajid -12B

Through Their Eyes

See through their eyes—  

not the ones polished for television screens,  

but the ones that shut when planes roar overhead.  

The boy in Gaza who sketches homes without rooftops,  

who knows rubble better than a schoolbag.  

The girl in Congo who carries water and silence,  

her childhood lost somewhere in between.

They don’t speak of sorrow—  

they carry it.  

Not loudly, but daily.  

Not shattered, just worn at the edges.  

There’s no choice but to endure  

when the world forgets how to look.

Their gaze isn’t desperate—  

it’s a mirror.  

Reflecting what we choose not to see:  

the hunger that hums like lullabies,  

the screams drowned beyond borders,  

the stories that vanish before they’re heard.

And still—  

in the quiet corners of their eyes,  

there is something fiercer than grief.  

Hope.  

Uninvited. Unyielding. Still alive.

So if you must write of war,  

of suffering,  

of the price of silence—  

don’t begin with numbers.  

Begin with them.

With what it means  

to live.  

And still dream.

and still dream  

when everything else has been taken

Zahra Sajid-12B

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