“PAKISTAN’S ONE OF THE GREAT SWING BOWLER AFTER WASIM AKRAM AND WAQAR YOUNIS”
Muhammad Amir was born in 1992 in the village of Changa Bangial,Gujjar Khan,Punjab.He was the youngest of seven children.From a young age,he played street cricket.He was quote as saying that: “Wasim Akram is my favorite,he is my ideal,when I used to watch him on T.V.I would try to see what exactly he was doing with the ball.Then I would go outside and copy his action and bowling”. Muhammad Amir made his One Day...
Asia Cup 2014
“The Asia Cup 2014” which is scheduled to be held in Bangladesh. Defending champions Pakistan will taken Sri Lanka in the opening match of the 50 over tournament on February 25, the Asian Cricket Council (ACC) announced at a press conference in the Bangladeshi capital Dhaka.Bangladesh has been rocked by some of the deadliest political violence in its history in recent weeks, prompting speculation that the World Twenty20,...
The largest island in Pakistan, Astola Island (aka Haft Talar Island)
Astola Island, also known as Jezira Haft Talar or ‘island of the seven hills’, is a small, uninhabited island in the Arabian Sea, in the territorial waters of Pakistan, some 25 km south of Pakistan’s nearest coastline and 39 km south-east of the Pakistani fishing port of Pasni. Astola is Pakistan’s largest offshore island and the only significant offshore island in the northern Arabian Sea. Administratively,...
My new year’s Wish for “Our Education System’’
In the most recent numerous years, in a period wedged clumsily between the closure of my University and beginning to profundity myself into instruction and teaching and having the ability to educate each individual now and then , I’ve been laid open to some education system flaws that left me truly surprised. It began in the vicinity of a year ago. And I understood our Education framework has parcel of imperfections. The...
A day in Rain
The roads, lanes and streets look like rivulets, and the entire city magically converted into Venice. The street wears a deserted look. I rarely can find anyone on the road as it was drizzling since morning. Am forced by the Nature to step outside and grabbed my coat to shield myself. The rain dusts my face with tiny pearls. The drops are mystical; they wash through the branches that grasp for the galaxy, and then melt into the damp...
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