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The beauty of the culture of Sindh
Two days ago, we celebrated an event at our high school. The event focused on the culture of our province.
Despite being in the largest class, we felt a lack of respect from others in our institute, and it didn’t seem fair.
All the other classes knew about this function, except ours. No one informed us, so while other classes were busy with preparations and practices, we were left clueless, merely observing because no teacher had directed us to participate.
After a week of everyone being ready and well-practiced, the teachers suddenly questioned why we aren’t participating.
We explained that no one had informed us about it, and in response, our teacher looked at us, rolled her eyes, and said:
“Wait, let me check.”
She went to consult with other teachers, and after some time, she returned, instructing us to perform a one-stage drama. We watched it and felt it was of low quality.
We expressed our dissatisfaction, pointing out that every other class had already chosen the best dramas, leaving us with the subpar one.
In all my life, I had never faced such a frustrating situation. Despite respecting our teachers, the way she spoke to us was…
