[Q]: Write a multi-choice question for the following article: Article: The West is full of fast food and large amounts of food which contribute to many women's being fat. While many are fat, thin women are admired and seen as healthier. This has led to a culture of gym-going, strange dieting methods and, frequently, eating disorders. In the East, women tend to be smaller and many women take pills to keep their slim figures as they get older. However, you're mistaken if you think thinness is the beauty standard all over the world. The BBC reports that in Mauritania, Africa, the opposite is true. In Mauritania, mothers force their daughters to eat a lot of food so that they get as fat as possible. The fatter they are, the more likely they are to marry well. Fat is also considered healthy, because in a country where HIV/AIDS is a very real problem, thin people are often sick and dying. However, "healthy" fat women are suffering from some problems of their own and many are dying in their 40s of weight-related diseases. The Mauritanian government is trying to warn its people of the dangers of being overweight but it's not easy to change cultural views. Many women worry that if they lose weight, their husbands will leave them for fatter, more attractive women. It seems that while education about the dangers of being too thin and too fat is very important, what the world really needs is to become less pre-occupied with the size, shape and weight of women's bodies. The promotion of healthy practices is easy but changing cultural beauty standards takes more time, imagination and effort.
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[A]: Question: Why are girls forced to eat a lot of food in Mauritania?Options:A They believe that fat people won't get HIV/AIDS.B They believe that they can lead healthier lives.C They believe if they grow fat, they may possibly marry good husbands.D They believe that they won't get sick very often.Answer:C

[Q]: Write a multi-choice question for the following article: Article: Dear God, This is Charles. I'm twelve. I'm typing this letter. Sometimes it's hard for me to write. It's a disease called dysgraphia. I also have learning disabilities, but my IQ was tested at 140. I could never hold a pencil in the right way. My brain doesn't sense what my hand is doing. I can feel the pencil, but the message doesn't get through right. I have to hold the pencil tighter so that my brain knows I have it in my hand. It's much easier for me to explain things by talking than writing. There are so many things I can picture in my mind, but my hands just can't draw it the way I see it. It's OK. I'm not complaining. I'm really doing fine. You see, you gave me a wonderful mind and a great sense of humor. I'm great at figuring things out, and I love to debate. We have some great discussions in class, and that's where I really shine. I want to be a lawyer when I grow up. I know I'd be good at it. You have told me that you made me special. You make me believe that you will see me through, and that you have plans for me to give me a future and hope. My parents want to help me, so they buy me a laptop. My teacher is the best this year! I am allowed to do a lot of my work on the computer. Life's hard sometimes, but I accept the challenge. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for everything. Charles
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[A]: Question: The boy wanted to be a lawyer because of the following EXCEPT _ .Options:A he loved to debateB he was good at explaining thingsC he had a great sense of humorD lawyers don't have to depend on writingAnswer:C

[Q]: Write a multi-choice question for the following article: Article: Relax. He is the same little boy you loved yesterday. I smiled trying to hold back the tears. "No, he isn't. Yesterday I dreamed he would be an astronaut. Today I am hoping he will learn to talk." It was like some sort of cosmic joke. I could still recall the day that determined my fate. It was October in Ottawa and the summer breezes had given way to the autumn rainfall of leaves. The snow would begin soon. The crispness of coming frost was in the air. My casually mentioning Wyatt's behavior to Dr. Martin aroused his worries. He started asking me questions about Wyatt's activities speech pattern and emotions. I still see clearly in my mind the cleanness of the room and all its belongings when the doctor turned to me and said, "He almost sounds autistic ." I couldn't face that picture in my mind. I had to run to get away from this all too painful place that was reminding me of what was to be my child's life-being strange. I could not remember how many times I told myself, "This is normal. He is a little boy who is not talking yet," when my asking questions met with his blank-eyed response in a restaurant; how many times I would tell myself, "He loves to play on his own for hours at a time and he never gets into trouble," when Wyatt was playing games that no one else could imagine, let alone join in while other boys in the park were playing together or in small groups played around a sand pail or toy truck. My life was changing direction. So was Wyatt's. I started to hide Wyatt from my friends and neighbor especially from a good friend. It was too painful to let others know about my boy acting strange. It was a Thursday afternoon and I found one half of a great pair of kitchen scissors was missing. They were unbelievably sharp and could be taken apart so they could be washed or the blades sharpened. I knew Wyatt had taken the missing blade. "Wyatt," I began as patiently as I could, "Do you see this?" I held up the blade. "Do you know what this is?" Wyatt put a bunch of Fruit Loops in his mouth. No...
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Question: From the first part of the story we can get to know that the son's problem was _ to the mother.Options:A a heavy blowB a white lieC an unforgettable lessonD a ridiculous experienceAnswer:A