EPISODE 1Every part of life has its own challenges, from childhood to youth to old age. Because there are different times in life, today in "STORIES OF MOGY SHINE TZ," I have prepared a story with a lesson of its kind. Let's join together to read this story; let us at least learn and have fun too.SAMAIRAHIn one of the most famous secondary schools here in Dar es Salaam, in Mbezi Beach, we meet with Mbezi Beach Secondary School. It was early in the morning; at two o'clock, the bell rang, and the students gathered in a line known as the parade. The principal of the school stood in front of the students, holding a file in one hand while the other hand held a stick. The principal was greeted by the students, but that day he looked different. He started reading the names of the students.The principal spoke in a harsh voice: "When you hear your name, step forward." He started mentioning Abbas, Kudra, Mussa, and Jesca, and then he punished them with the cane and said that these students' attendance seemed to indicate that they were truants.The principal continued to speak: "If there is a student who does not feel like studying, he should write a letter to leave the school or move completely to other schools and not bring us bad results and lower the status of the school's name,The prince read in the fugitive papers the name Aryan,The students looked at each other and said, "Who is Aryan?" The principal repeated the study of this student named Aryan: "When the first month came, he came one day; he has not come again, and he is in the third form."The students looked at each other and said that he left school the other day; the head teacher called Abbas and asked him to follow me to the office, and all the students entered the classrooms.The students slowly entered the classroom. Abbas followed the principal until they entered the office, and the principal started asking Abbas questions.Abbas: "In the list of third-form runaways, Aryan is the chronic runaway." What problems does the child have?" Abbas looked at the school principal, who was playing with a pen, and then Abbas also started talking: "Actually, Aryan is my friend and my neighbor, but it seems he has completely given up on school because, until now, he lives alone and his mother's whereabouts are unknown, so Aryan works as a laborer in the street so that he can at least earn a living."The principal looked at Abbas and then started talking: "Aryan is a good and disciplined student, but our Tanzanian life is the reason why he lacks education, so take this letter and send it to him and tell him to come to school tomorrow because there is a sponsor who came to the school and gave fees to ten students whose parents can't help themselves, so Aryan will study for free." In fact, Abbas was happy with the information because he liked his friend and he should not lack education, so after Aryan was given the letter, he put it in his bag and went to class.They continued to play sessions until the break time at four o'clock came. In the third form, there were five groups. There was one group led by Kudra; they were rude and seemed to bully other students.Kudra stood at the door and said, "Today you are not going out," because the students were afraid of Kudra because he was the boss of the class.Kudra started talking. "In our class, there is a boy named Aryan. He used to embarrass us. "First he was dirty, and then he failed in the class every semester, and then for them, the poor people had better drop out of school, or what do you think?"All the students cheered; some students didn't cheer; Musa stood up and called Kudra; then Aryan the giant himself got thinner every day; he was hungry; he didn't even have money to drink tea; and he better die in the street.Then the students were very happy because those groups, Mussa and Kudra, were the ones who dominated. Jesca also stood up and spoke, that is, other parents are not smart; I don't know what to say; how will they bring Aryan to the school where we children of the rich study? Every day he used to ask me for a pen, even though he has a good face; he is handsome, but he shows pity for the poor. Jesca spoke and set the counter in the bag, then the students cheered and whistled once a teacher on duty came to the class and said, "You students, why are you making noise?" "Let's get out of there and rest; it's not class time."Then the students went out to drink tea and others to drink porridge. But in the class, there is one student who stayed and did not go out.He put his hand in the bag and took out ten thousand shillings, then hugged it and said, "My father, you are really giving me ten thousand just to eat, and then other students lack money to come to study."The student was a female, and she was known by the name of Samariah.Samairah continued to think as she leaned against the wall. "Aryan, what is stopping you from coming to school?" Even though my classmates are laughing at how dirty you are # Who Will Be Her Mates

Episode 1 Dear reader I am a new writer, from Tanzania , today I bring you this short story, which makes me not like to celebrate Christmas day due to things that happened to me before. Let's read this story together.My name was given to me by my parents; it is Jane. When I was eleven years old, all my parents were still alive. I remember when there were 3 days left until Christmas, so I told my mother to buy me clothes for the big day so that I would look like my fellow children. I think my dear readers understand this, because every child has to ask for clothes when Christmas is approaching. When I was young, my mother received my request and told me that she would buy me clothes for the holiday. On my part, I was very happy to get such a response, but on my mother's side, she did not feel the same way because she didn't have money to buy clothes. My mother was very fond of me singing religious songs, dancing, and singing in church, and many people loved me in our church. So, when it was midnight on the day I told my mother to buy me clothes for the holidays, when my father returned from his daily activities while resting on the couch, my mother said to him, "Dad Jane, there are three days left; our Jane wants to wear new clothes on Christmas day."When my mother said that to my father, I went through the living room and went to the bedroom because I was afraid of my father because he was very strict. I heard what my mother said to my father, but my father coughed and replied to my mother, "What's the use of a new dress?" Her floral dress is still beautiful; she should wear it. Jesus won't notice her if she doesn't wear new clothes. "I have no money." "Mother Jane, I have already told you not to ask for money for silly issues like that; one day I'll leave the house and let you live with your child; that whole thing you're raising like eggs—you lie every day, you don't work, and every time you do a little work, you say the seam hurts; what is a seam? "You are a woman who likes to ask for money rather than work." That day I heard my father's words, and I was entering the kitchen; in fact, I was hurt even though I was a child. My father's words made me cry. My poor mother was being answered by my father; she never said anything. My father was a colonist. Guys, if you answer and your answer offends him, then the beating takes its place. While I was standing at the door of the kitchen, I heard the door of my parents' room open, which means that my father has gone inside to sleep.My trip to the kitchen ended there. I returned to my mother, and I found her sad. My mother was a very religious person, and when she saw me, she didn't show any sign that she was angry. She called me "Jane." Let's bring the book of songs; let's sing. I went to take the book of Christian songs and started to sing with Mom. Mom opened several pages and told me to start singing. Mom started singing songs with a lot of emotion, and I followed her as she sang, but while I was looking into her eyes, my mom was not comfortable. That time, my father did not understand anything about the church, prayer, or our Christian religion. We were singing; the door opened; my father came out holding a belt and told my mother. "Is this my house a church or something?" If you want to sing your songs, go to church; I don't want to hear noise, and you, Jane, get up and sleep; tomorrow you're going to school. As my father told me, I got up quickly and went to the room to sleep; I left my mother there because I would have fainted and I would have been beaten by tape. When I was in the room, I still heard my father's words saying, "I will only drink a lot of alcohol; you keep saying that the stitch hurts; at night, I will untie that stitch that you say hurts every day." My father said that, and he went inside to sleep.  My dear readers, I don't know whether to blame my father or blame myself. I didn't even know until now that my mother gave birth by surgery; that's how I was born. Now, for a while, my mother has always said that the stitch hurts; for a while, she doesn't even work, and when she tells my father to go to the hospital and check why the stitch is hurting, the father always answers him, "The whole world sees you as the only one who has given birth by surgery." If you find something to slander, leave me and I will work and find money, but if you don't plan for me to spend the money, you continue to raise that seam.  Those are the words that my father always used to say to my mother. Since I was very young, I was very tired and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I felt thirsty, so I got up to go to the living room and drink water. When I arrived in the living room, I looked at the couch and saw my mother lying on it with a bible on her chest. I never knew that my mother slept in the living room all the time, although it is legal to share the same room with my dad. During those years, our house had only two rooms: my father's room and mine...