Vote-Of-Thanks

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Hai,


“A good writer is capable to build a better society,

As well as a good reader is capable to maintain a better society
We want better citizen to both build and maintain a society upon humanity”


We had an amazing expedition though our creativity to cherish this Blog with superb writings. Just like we had said we done as much as we could to complete it.Firstly we’ve to thank our class Teacher Sreeja Miss for giving such a wonderful opportunity and helping us to organize as team to complete this task in a good way.Also we’ve no doubt in the effort took by Miss and student editor Jaseem in the progress of our English Blog.In short we can say this blog is the product of combined effort from our group ,classTeacher ,student editor ,as well as our whole S2D.We would like to thank all of you.


Now it’s time to hand-over this opportunity to next group.We know that you could utilise this opportunity better than us.Hope you would handle this Blog with utmost dedication.


We’re open to your reply.

Have a nice day.


-Mohammed Salih.M

Editor ,Group7_S2D


Total number of POSTS we uploaded: 29

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Group7:

Al Ameen.T(Group Leader)

Ahammed Sameeh

Ameen Sahil.M

Mohammed Ishan.TA

Mohammed Nadeem

Mohammed Salih.M

Mohammed Shamil

Mohammed Sinan.TP

 

*at 29 August 2020

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