My story in my words Essayist Babar

In this book, you will read the story of a middle-class family. This story is a happy story about personal life. This story revolves around a boy who is describing his own life. My name is Babar Shahzad and today I am going to share an experience of my life with you people which I think is worth sharing many times and now my story begins I am a citizen of Pakistan I was born on 28 March 1988 in a small village Gakhar. The area is used for farming. My village is a rainy area, but the soil of my village is very fertile. People come from far away to catch fish. It seems that our village is a quiet and good place. Now let's come to the story. My father and two sisters are masons by profession. At first, our father brought up all of us in the village We were being brought up, so at the same time, they decided to leave the village because, as I told you, ours was a small village where there were not so many facilities and they went to the city for the sake of our education. It was small, but the fresh air always made the soul happy. The house had its own shade, where all kinds of vegetables and plants were planted. Then our education started. My sister and I studied in the same school, which was only up to primary school There are many beautiful memories that I still remember. One time it happened that there were sports competitions in our school. I also participated in running. But I did not know when my pants were torn.