Conor backman biography of mahatma
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Letter from Mumtaz Kitchlew to Abnashi Ram
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Letter from Mumtaz Kitchlew to unknown recipients, wherein Kitchlew relays the news of their mutual friend Dr. Syud Hossain’s passing. Kitchlew describes Hossain (the Indian ambassador to Egypt at the time of his death) as a great and well-respected Indian patriot and follower of Gandhi’s philosophy of nonviolence, as well as an effective counterpropagandist against the British and a unifying figure between Hindus and Muslims. He also laments that his most recent letter to Hossain never reached him in time, and mentions Abnashi Ram’s thoughts on Hossain’s passing.
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Type: Correspondence
Creator: Mumtaz Kitchlew
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Yesterday afternoon our good friend Dr. Sunder Joshi of the University of Chicago called me up and gave me the heart-breaking sad news about the sudden death in Cairo of our very dear friend Dr. Syud Hossain. At first I did not believe a word of what Joshi told me. I thought either it was just a rumor or some gag. Later to verify this report, I called up Dr. Backman of the Redpath Lecture Bureau who used to manage Dr. Hossains’s lectures through lectures through the Mid-Western territory. He read to me a part of the story about Dr. Hossain’s death from t
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Letters About Literature Past Winners
Level I – 1st place
Margo Sadler, Grade 6, Dakota Hills Middle School, Eagan
(Letter to Margaret Peterson Haddix, Among the Hidden)
Dear Margaret Peterson Haddix,
Society is like a box. Confining you. Trapping you.
In the middle of 4th grade, I moved. At my old school, I was one of the most popular kids there. When I went to my new school I had no friends. I was immediately labeled as a nerd, dork, and weirdo. I’m a girl that has short hair. In fact, I look exactly like a boy. Everyday when I go into the girl’s bathroom, I get weird looks and mean remarks because they think I’m a boy. One time a girl even swore at me. I had a problem. I looked like myself at school, but I was too afraid to be myself at school. I spent a whole year figuring out who I wanted to be at school. I wanted to be the kind of kid that makes everyone laugh and everyone admires, the popular kid. That’s what I tried to be, but I was still the loner, the outcast, just like the 3rd children in The Shadow Children Series.
Society trapped the 3rd children just like it trapped me. I was afraid of people discovering the real me just like the 3rd children could not risk being discovered for fear of death. I discovered that the real me isn’t a popular jock. I