For A Better Tomorrow!

They say that patience bears the sweetest of fruits. We hope it does. Well, what else can one Pakistani say to another?  The feebly old, the energetic young, the technical businessmen and the multi-tasking housewives, everyone is repeating the same question, “will our lives be returned back to us or not?’’

The aura has dramatically flourished all over Pakistan! The souls have become too anxious; everybody is in a rush to know will they be saved of the cruelty?
 Well folks as we all know,we’ll reap what we sow, and now all depends on your votes because that will only bring the change.

I see people around me who would have never bothered to visit the polling station and give in their vote but now they are the ones waiting for the date; the 11^th! The day of decisions and judgments, the day that will eventually decide our future.
Well, as it is our community the Dawoodi bohras, most of them stay away from the politics and don’t indulge themselves much in the critical issues. But there are people out there like Fakhruddin jee Ibrahim who is at the moment the election commissioner and there might be other patriotic bodies too. But We try to keep far away from the so-not peaceful activities. We are the silent people but then we do want good for our country too. As it is well-known in the quran “حب الوطن من الايمان”-loving your country is indeed a part of Imaan. And this time the air is filled with enthusiasm of bringing a change. There are more people than ever who have promised to vote. Everyone looks positive and have sparkles of hope in their eyes and wishes for the well-being of the country.

“I will surely vote for Imran khan” says an elderly aunty I met in the masjid. “I think he will really bring the change in the system, you know the way he is delivering and assisting. He thankfully is educated and looks sensible to me.”

Whereas, one of my mother’s friend Tasneem aunty who is a jubilant worker of the society tells “ Imran is so handsome, my vote is for him only” and then swiftly looks around to see if her husband did not hear our conversation.

When I interviewed my father, he replied” whatever my darling daughter wants.” Ha-ha so much like him!
But then he says “ I think Nawaaz sharif ,he is experienced and has a business mind. He will surely do good, just look at what he has transformed Punjab into. But then Imran khan is also a very strong opponent.” I think he’s still taking in the pros and cons before signing in the deal

Zainab, a teenager in her 2^nd year of A Levels and a good friend replied with enthusiasm “a country without a leader is useless. Imran khan is promoting education, has promised to bring equality. Come on! Whatelse would we want.”

When asked to a couple, they argued joyfully whether to vote Mr. Asif ali Zardari’s team or Imran khan’s. The wife jokingly said that I can’t deny him or we’ll have a war at home:P but anyhow secretly I’ll convince him to vote my choice.

On the other hand, when I asked to one of my favorite people she gracefully replied. “I would definitely vote for Imran khan, he is untried, let’s give him a chance. Truly the others have had their share.”  Then with a smile she said “I don’t give a damn who becomes the leader till I get a happy life for myself and my family. “

“I vote for a faithful leader!” says Taher a student of commerce. “Unlike other politicians he hasn’t had a bad history. Look at his achievements, the cancer hospital, and the school he has made. He looks promising!” and with a serious note he adds,” our country desperately needs an honest leader!

Listening to all these replies I prayed whoever the next leader is, he better be a good man. And obviously in the end, all we want is peace, happiness, and quality of life for ourselves and our families, don’t we?

Today it has become primary for us to vote, to fulfill our duty. Today we have to take up our responsibility so that we have a better tomorrow. Let’s all vote. Let the light of hope glow! So Yes, WE vote; for independence, for free-will, for anti-terrorism, for anti-corruption, for our safety. Indeed We vote for our lives and our future!

Maria Sadri

 

 

A beam of light abolishes darkness forever!

 In the darkness of life, even one speck of light can bring brightness. But, to brighten one’s life, one must always take the incentive to choose the right path. During our journey of life, our elders and teachers teach us many things; because, knowledge is like that one speck of light that can show us the way. But, the decision is ours, whether we choose to take knowledge in an optimistic way or a pessimistic way.

People, who teach us, always aim to clear the point of good and bad inside us. All they intend for, is to prepare and make us eligible enough to choose what is best. There are virtuous and immoral aspects, rights and wrongs, positives and negatives of every little act we come across. But we should be confident enough to choose whether life is good if it’s dark or if something can be done to make space for light to brighten life.

The decision of choosing the best, always comes from within. Therefore, we should try to abstain from taking the wrong path in life and taking things in a negative manner. Instead, try choosing the right path. Choosing the right path will always lead you to a better and enlightening future. Even one stroke of light can overcome dark. Darkness is going to abolish forever, if you just choose to take the right way in an optimistic manner. The two opposites of good and bad exist in all spheres; it is actually up to you how you tackle each situation with an incentive to choose the best.

It is said, that a beam of light abolishes darkness forever! So, to ensure your prosperity till eternity, all you must be able to do is to choose whether light abolishes darkness or darkness destroys light in our lives. Therefore, think twice, choose wise!

Alefiyah Rao.

Adversities.

It is a fact that the Allah Almighty’s most loved men face the most adversities in life. I often think why? And, I never found the answer to this question until I read this poem;

Fairer is the manuscript;

When the read is clipped.

Clearer runs the message when;

There’s a trimming of the pen.

 

Dimly burns the lantern but;

When its wick is cut.

Perfect will its luster be;

Through the wick’s deficiency.

The poem tells that when one goes through problems in life, he/she becomes a better person. This is because the person deals with patience and always tries to opt for the right thing during their predicaments. Those who are near to Allah Almighty face many difficulties and that’s how they are proved to be a role model for others. Otherwise, how can you judge a person? This is necessary to show, so that we come to know how ‘we’ can counter dilemmas. Life with no problem would be like food with no salt. It has its taste and value which makes us learn from our mistakes and errors.

After we go through the bad phases and gradually when we find our path there is no limit to our happiness. There is an inner satisfaction that we got something out of all our hard work. If there is no problem, no difficulty in life, we cannot enjoy that feeling of contentment, because we never faced any hard ship.

Problem has its own essence. When we deal with it we are also able to relate to someone else who is going through the same phase. We can even help that person to get out of it as we know how it feels.

For me, my greatest problem is my anger. It takes a lot of effort to control it and stop myself from bursting it out. The times when I cannot stop it I realize what I have done wrong and the times I am able to conquer it, is a time of blessing, I feel free from burdens.

I being a prefect at school, is a very tough job, I have to control my anger at many times. When I was actually able to hold my anger, my juniors also became my friends, and doing this job became much easier for me.

So, it’s about being grateful to what ever you get and saying that “why not me?”, because by facing miseries in life you will eventually become a better person!

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

WhatsApp Wackiness!

Aunty 1: “…How’s your daughter out there in Canada?”

Aunty 2: “Good. She’s pretty active on ‘WhatsApp’ and sends pictures frequently so I’m relieved to see what she’s up to daily”

Aunty 1: “Ohh I forgot! You lazy! I’m dying to see the pictures since ages. By God! I’ll give you the rida I’ve stitched of yours only after you’ll give me those pictures!”

Aunty 2: “Uhhh, okay bhae I’ll send whatever ‘maal’ (pictures and videos) I have of the function to you on ‘WhatsApp’, happy?”

Aunty 3: “Heeeyy make sure you do that in the group we’ve made!”

(To Aunty 4:) “When in the world are you going to get ‘WhatsApp’? You’re missing some reall stuff”

“Aunty 4: “ Ughhh, believe me now all I do is eat my elder son’s brain to get me a phone which has that in it”

In the previous weekend, after spending the tiring yet an ecstatic hangout with school friends I unexpectedly ended up with unknown mohallah aunties to head back at my place in a tiny car. Those typical women chattered endlessly… about politics, sales, dramas, his daughter, her son… everything! But my antennae at last activated at the point when I heard the heavy name ‘WhatsApp’. I was enjoying their conversation and wondered about the influence of it that has dramatically flooded all over the globe and has reached even to the 40 year olds!

They say books are our best friends, for me my cell phone is! It’s like a precious jewel in my pocket! Some of the reasons are because it’s my daily planner at times and at times it even plays the role of a personal notebook. But now, tighter the strings have become. Know why? Because after the journey of Facebook, there were moments when I craved to vent and express myself. When I yearned about keeping in touch with my people but gradually it started to fade after I was introduced to WhatsApp!

I’m simply drowned in it because this mini social platform fulfills my need of expressing through my two most favorite mediums that are words as well as pictures. Here contacts are automatically added, and so it makes it easy to remain in contact with people all around the world. It even displays the chats in the most preferred threaded way with a loaded topping of such attractive animated emotions and icons that speak volumes and truly add flavor during the conversation. Umm, maybe that’s why I enjoy re-reading conversations more often;)

Then even the profile options have totally corrupted me! Frankly, some people would even be considering my WhatsApp-ing strange because of the thought I put in updating DPs and statuses every week. But they have no clue of the fact that it’s actually we-the active WhatsApp users whom I lovingly call my ‘true whatsapp buddies’-socializing that way and adding life to it! Hehe, yes it’s true that the pictures I change are very frequent and surely depend on my fluctuating mood because of which sometimes I even deliberately take pictures for it to share them with my friends and family…I love doing it, posing around and enjoying . Also the statuses, though they are short and catchy one liners but the depth and emotion they contain is what I like to display.

The thing I enjoy the most is that WhatsApp also provides the option of groups. It’s the corner where we buddies toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings, dispel each other’s fears, keep in touch all together, share unlimited media and sometimes even pass time by joking about the lamesttt of things and never miss it even if some of us are offline. Even today, the ones who fortunately didn’t feel the earthquake shocks got aware of its severity by the dramatic conversation which lost no time to begin in the groups immediately after it was felt!

So you see, WhatsApp attracts everyone to it like a magnet. It brings us closer to our family and friends by having the access to share with them all the time through the availability of just a net connection on the compact tiny devices! How cool is that!?

Cheers to WhatsApp and its wackiness!

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

Farewell!

School – a place where we spend our 14 significant years. It is where we learn, and our basic education comes from this part. Teachers are an essential part of this system, but the other thing that affects our lives is our peers or classmates, because it is them with whom we spend our maximum time in school and we are going to miss them when we leave school.

We fight with them each day, we laugh with them, and we envy some of them or even become best friends to some; our groups amongst the class, change with time but, each of our peers play an important role, because even once in our school life they must have taught us something or must have made us smile when we were upset, or must have given us a hand when we had not succeeded.

At first I was in Karachi Public School from nursery to some days of Class 2. From Class 2 and onwards I have been in MSB Educational Institute. Though, I miss my old school and even miss some of my old peers; but, it’s MSB which has changed my life, and inspired me. Well, of course the credit goes to my teachers who have taught me the right thing but some of the credit also goes to my classmates as they were there for me in my tough times and consoled me when I was hopeless. As Helen Keller said; ‘Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.’

When we were young, we saw our seniors telling us what to do and wanted to be just like them. So that, we could rule over the juniors and be free from school soon. Now, that we are in grade 10, we realize how much we are going to yearn for our school and would want to re-live those moments which we remarkably enjoyed, the things we did here or the times that brought a sudden change in our life because of the school.

There are 2 boards in our school, one is the local one (SSC) in which we leave school at the end of Class 10 and the other one is the international board that is (O’levels) in which we depart from school in 11. I have been a part of the O’levels board so for me there is another year of enjoyment at school. But, many of my friends are going to go away this very year and this upsets me intensely. The melancholy is that I won’t be able to spend time with those who are leaving now. Those days are over when we wanted to be seniors and wished to rule the school, now we desire for our happy days together on which we had control on some time ago. It’s true that time fleets like clouds and time for some people has been over for school. Now we regret what we had wished for…

On the 3^rd April 2013 that was SSC’s last day, we hugged each other and even cried because of the strong bond we had. I would like to say to them that I will miss all of them, whether it may be those who had fought with me or those who made me smile. All of them are dear to me. So, farewell to them and good luck to them for their upcoming future; I hope to stay in touch with them even after school.

Picture of our class when we were in Grade 7 and had visited Mohatta Palace, we seem so young in this picture, not knowing what it would feel like when we would not meet each other at school anymore.

Dedicated to my friends of Class 10 SSC.

Not for Glory, Not for Fame, Just for Memory, Here’s my Name;

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

Young Dreamy Love

I used to wonder why, wonder where the days had gone which we spent together, the songs sang , under the cloudy sky when we danced together. I was holding on forever to the love that seemed so far and hoped my dreams would come to life one day. Although, deep down inside I knew this was just meant to be, this was pure love and you were coming back to me where the field was green and the sky was blue. A place where I could see the moonlight above, feel the sensation of your touch, the sound of your whispers who’s echoes lasted a great deal longer and could smell the intoxicating scent of yours that I wanted to grasp within the confines of my heart forever. It was perfect. It was passion and it was setting me free. My heart was skipping beats, the charming gestures of yours had totally taken my breath away. I just couldnt get enough how much do I needed you to fill me up because with every touch and every whisper you made me fall in love all over again. It was just like a movie scene, where we reunited in a sweetest dream.

It seems dreamy yet it’s awake. When that moment flies by, time stops and everything goes silent leaving the affect of the rejuvenating spells of your love. It’s amazing how the sun seems brighter the next day, the flowers smell sweeter with the remains of your scent in my soul and the birds seem merrier while humming along the melodious notes of love with me. You make me realize that the moments we’ve spent in the spirit of love are the ones truly lived. You are the one who truly makes me spin with ecstasy, makes me cherish the moment, ignore the pain and let my heart be drunken with love which will always be filled because true is this connection. True is this love that surely you will see it in my smile when the heaven above showers it’s blessings in the form of
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                                                                                    ‘RAIN’!!!

(The connection between the rain and me) ;P
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

Daastan-e-PoPs:P

Unexpectedly,
It covered my brother in its dressing,
Now it fills me up and it’s quite depressing.
Easily he fought the illness and then set it free,
Undoubtfully, he has proved to be an inspiration for me.

Wonder,
How will I be satisfied without posing in the mirror,
What will I do without the spice in my fillers.
But without school I’ll be able to study willingly for the CIEs,
Still what will I just do with the books, the tv and the numb me.

Contently,
Like a couch potato I’ll lounge and chat with my mates,
Like a believer, I’ll have faith, I’ll tolerate and just wait.
For the remaining days, with the surrounding I’ll try to cope,
And make the most out of the ticking clock, I hope.
Tick Tick Tick!

PS: Folks this is the very first poem I’ve ever written. So don’t really judge the writing.

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

February 2013: The Month of Celebration!

February. 
Out of all the 12 months. This month has always been special to me. It is not only my favorite because of the soothing moderate weather it possesses but is also awaited the most because of the special occasions it brings along. Yes ofcourse, the Valentine’s day then my birthday and both the milaad this time was a cherry on top. So I would like to tag February 2013 as ‘the month of celebration’.

Commencing with the ‘Red Day’; the Valentine’s Day, I wonder about the magic of that day that swirls it’s wand on every individual’s heart and charms the surroundings as the ‘Reds’ and ‘hearts’ rule all over the places that get wonderfully decorated. The Chocolatiers keep floating on the clouds and the streets get occupied by the red balloon hawkers and the rose sellers, who have sparkle in their eyes because of the total income they know they’ll get at the end of the day.

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From children to old people; may it be a heart shaped card, a rose, or a gift; people heartily try to please their loved ones. And this time I tried too! I tried to do everything I could to plan a surprise for my parents. (even with a terrible flu):P So to remind them that they are and will always be special and ‘can’ have a peaceful romantic dinner at home in the presence of three mischievous kids:D, I planned a candle lit Chinese dinner, fancy chocolate coated strawberries as starters, some decor and music in the background. “Splendiferously memorable! Had never expected such lovely arrangements by you children.You made our day!” Uttered my parents after filling their tummies and we just couldn’t wait for the gifts to be exchanged.

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Now coming to birthdays, on every birthday of mine I never miss a chance to jot down the number of people who wished me and the special things that happened. This might be strange to you, eh? But it makes me smile when I skim through it later on. So yesterday, I did the same. But morosely, this time the crisp page was unexpectedly half empty. I really had nothing at all to write except about the birthday wishes. Albeit, I was grateful about the lovely way people wished but it made me sad. Sad and cranky to it’s height! Know why? Because of the unexpected strike I could not even celebrate with my friends and make the most out of ‘my’ day! So I studied. I slept. I gussied up the blog. Did everything I could to forget that it was my birthday which nevertheless made me more grouchy and I felt low as the time passed. In the evening there was suddenly a loud knock at my room’s door. And here the crack-heads were singing the birthday song at the top of their pitch the moment I was at sight jumping with excitement! I couldn’t stop grinning and eventually got to know that they spent the whole afternoon baking a cake and cooking pasta and stuff for me! We had a blast and after a while they left, leaving behind a warm glow on my face.

Personally all these occasions really matter to me. Infact, why shouldn’t they? We’re so engrossed in our diurnal routine that we forget to appreciate the ones that matter. We forget to express ourselves to them and take it all for granted. So whether it is Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day or whatever, here’s a day when one can ‘make’ others feel special by a load of greetings, lots of attention and love. It gives us a perfect opportunity to splash out our emotions and creativity with a beautiful lasting memory in the end. Now you know, the importance of celebrating is immense so lets vent out all the way and make the most out of the relationships because if someone means to you then you should say it right then. Say it out loud. Say it a lot. As people forget or the moment just passes you by.

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

P.S: Really hoping for a better birthday in 2014.

A House divided against itself can not stand.

This phrase is from the Bible which clearly states that a house that is divided cannot stand as one. A place where unity is not present and there are fights and differences among each other cannot remain to be stable.

The mosques in the world remain to be in their places for thousands of years. How do you suppose that happens? This happens since Muslims come together in their mosques for the same purpose-to pray in front of Almighty Allah, especially when Muslims from different parts of the world come in the month of Zilhajj to perform pilgrimage. The Holy Ka’aba is a magnet that attracts pilgrims to come there and every year, the percentage of the people performing pilgrimage keeps increasing. The Ka’aba is a house more over a home that knits bonds of brotherhood among Muslims.

Or even the golden temple where the Sikhs rotate around the temple. Even though they are divided amongst themselves with problems but this particular place unites them when they come together with a single cause.

These are the holy places in which, the house itself unites the people. But, in our house we ought to make this balance by ourselves. The United States of America has a combination of 50 states in it. But, before it was divided into two sections the north and south. The southern Americans promoted slavery however the north Americans did not. The president of that time, Abraham Lincoln was deeply troubled because of this; he used this phrase in his speech that; ‘a house divided against itself can not stand’. He knew that the Americans were divided among themselves because of this hindrance, half slavery-half free. There was a solution needed to this problem and so he put an end to slavery so that the members of the house, meaning the inhabitants of the country would live together as one. And, for that he was assassinated. Lincoln sacrificed himself to bring his people together. Or else the Americans would still be facing this problem.

Today in Pakistan, people are sitting on roads, crying out loud, protesting against the terrorists who have taken thousands of lives. There is no one answering them,no one ensuring that they will be given their right. Karachi-the city of lights has become a battlefield. Each day starts with firing and ends with a bomb blast. Everything seems to be at sixes and sevens! The death rate keeps on increasing day after day. But still, there is hope that this would soon be resolved. May Allah bring back the liveliness of this country and may it prosper in near future! Ameen.

Dilemmas and problems never end in our life but we must know how to tackle them. Sacrifices are a part of it that clinches in strengthening the bond.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

Happy Birthday To you! :)

In each of our lives, there are days, dates when good things happen. They might not be one, but several. They might not have come, but about to come, to make the history for each individual.
But, there is one day for each one of us, destined to be ours forever; a day to feel special and to be on the top of the world, the day of our birth. On that particular day, we expect cakes and presents, attention and surprises, Lots of greetings and lots of love.
One such day has arrived for a unique one; obviously, we only remember the dates of our closed ones don’t we? So on the 13^th of February an alluring being was born, a mother who had given birth to someone who was to come and do well to the earth. Do well to the students and change their lives in many ways. Yes, my previous science teacher Shahzadi Bhen opened her eyes on this day making it memorable for many.

Our school is our home (you might have well read in the previous posts). A home, where teachers and students both are friends and family. The bond which grows in here is indescribable, more so magical. When there’s a birthday, we serve the cake from the gatekeeper to the principal, everyone. There are no differentiations, each one is attached in one or other way, and no one is separate. It’s a one big family. The aura of affection and care and respect is too much to be inhaled by an outsider.

As it is, Shahzadi Bhen’s birthday, I thought there wasn’t a better occasion than this to write on. I recall her first birthday celebrated here in school. It was indeed a big bash, we all classmates had planned a surprise for her and she was just too exultant, although in the end we were scolded but it was all worth while.
And no, it’s not just her, but other teachers too. I remember our previous English teacher( Maryam bhen) she always had her birthday coming during our exams and so we couldn’t do much for her but we tried whatever we could do.
Well, it doesn’t end just here; the teachers also treat us, the students. The ex-students of year 2011 told us that our physics teacher cum coordinator treated them on his birthday.

So, the point is that be it teacher or student, birthdays are important for everyone. And here in Msb, you will always witness a grand bash celebrated amidst students and teachers.

And so I conclude by saying “” Dear Shahzadi Bhen.

We love you always no matter we are with you or not; and we wish you all the happiness of the world.

A proud MSBian,
Maria Sadri.

The Note.

 As I was going through my diary, I found a note from 2 years back, dated 2^nd of February 2011, written in my hand writing that was quoted for me from a fellow mate. I immediately remembered what it was. In grade VIII we were asked to describe any one classmate in a single paragraph.

One of my classmates described ‘me’ and it went like this: “She has a really good accent of the language she uses, she has curly hair and a loud voice, and she participates in each and every thing she likes. She always tries to adjust with everyone; she has a very wide smile, when she smiles everything around me is smiling, even me. She is a person who is perfect though no one is. I am blessed with a friend who is charming, honest, loyal, good natured, and awesome. I love her and I want her to be with me, always present in my life.

First of all this is not self-praising and secondly I truly do not deserve what she said about me. When I read this, it brought back a flood of memories of  last year. I realized how much things had changed from that day to now. It was simply indescribable.

The thing that made me sad about this was that the person who had written this for me had left school. It was Zainab Hamid, the one who had spectacles, with a bit dark complexion but quite a charm in her personality and appearance. She was a bit plump and I could hug her like she was a teddy-bear. She was the happy-go-lucky one; I can still remember her laughing at my queer jokes. Her laugh was a unique one, as she used to laugh her heart out like me.

At times when I talk to her, I feel such a relief, as she makes me a stronger person; the one who is trust-worthy and gives the right suggestions. I don’t have words to tell her that how much I miss her. I treasure her friendship and will always do.

I hope she receives the best out of everything and may happiness follow her to the end.

Dedicated to you, my friend.

Sincerely yours,                                                                                                                                                 Ruqaiya Lokhand.

The Barakaat of MSB Assemblies

An assembly is basically held for communicating information, habitual practices and for learning experiences of knowledge with the fellow mates. But do you know why the (morning) assemblies in MSB are totally unique from the others? Evidently, that’s because the seeds of Al-Madrasa-tus-Saifiyah-tul-Burhaniyah have been sowed by Aqa Maula (TUS) which is why the chamber of this educational institute is full of barakaat under the serenity of His (TUS’s) aabady saaya. And that’s where the assemblies make a difference.

Only the one’s present in them ‘thoroughly’, can realize the barakaat it showers every morning, every dawn, into a new day that is welcomed by the smiling countenances of the students and the staff as we assemble in our dua hall to proclaim a productive promising day by commencing with the barakaat of the recitation of a few mesmerizing verses of Quran-e-majeed, zikr-e-Hussain, duas, a few soothing stanzas of madeh or qasaids with some worldly news and sometimes a presentation that is ended by all of us standing imposingly reciting Wazeefat-u-shukr and asking for taeed(help) to Maula (TUS) to begin a challenging day with spiritual strength and stimulation.

Well, the main reason behind this piece is that something which we witnessed today in the assembly and to capture that fading melody within the confines of my mind, to capture that feeling of profundity that I want to live with forever, I ‘had’ to write. I had to write for the sake of the indescribable torrent of emotion and rush of gratitude as today was the bereaved occurrence of Shehzada Huzaifa Mohyuddin Bhaisaheb’s death anniversary which is why every single thing we recited was heartily dedicated to him. After the recitation, we were been shown a presentation on what were his great achievements, his attributes and the khidmaat he preformed of dawat-e-haadiya all his life! We were filled with inspiration. We were filled with awe, and then the emotion raised plentifolds as the marasiyah, ‘Aey Huzaifa Mohyuddin’ penned by his beloved daughter, ‘Ajab bensaheba’ was been recited in which she beautifully expresses with such mellifluous words of how every minutiae of him has been missed which is why the chamber had gone faint in it’s power of emotion. Everybody was filled with grievous loss and was teary-eyed. After that we recited the madeh, ‘101mi Milaad’ which was recited by every single person loudly with utmost affection and gratitude and devotion which filled the hall. Now, you would’ve an idea how it all felt.

Taken in March 2012

See? This! This is how our everyday education begins. This is how we are being brought up. This is how we have been successful or are succeeding. And, and this ‘is’ how we realize the true reason behind our existence, which is doing everything that makes our king happy, bonafide?

In the end, let’s pray that our Maula (TUS), the bower of all the 22 thriving branches of MSB Educational Institute around the world, and His Mansoos (TUS) live a prosperous life till eternity. And may the Shehzada rest in the appeasing shade of Syedna Jalal Shamsuddin (R.A) Ameen!

Amate Syedna (TUS) wa Mansoosehi (TUS),
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty…

Allah has created man in such a way that he has his phases, as a person he has an angry man phase, and a cool man phase, sometimes in situations the angry part of a man is heavy on the cool part of the man and everything goes hay-wired, and the reputation of a man goes worse, and we get results that are the worst.

The quote written above shows that the person who has control on himself and he who keeps himself calm in every situation is better than the person who is mightier than him, but if his attitude is different, then he is of no use, as the person who has control and remains balance, is well-known in the society.

In every aspect of life a person faces many situations, where he has to choose an option, but sometimes the person in fury or rage, goes for the wrong option which ruins the situation or even his entire life, I have a friend, he is my classmate, he is such a decent guy , and always remains calm and has good advises for others also and takes decisions which are approved by everybody. People around him even trust him as they know he never gets angry and deals with the situation in a smarter way than others.

The best example is there in our Islamic society, of Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) who was the leader of the Muslims, the person who introduced Islam and in the beginning faced many oppositions and severe problems from the society, but instead of getting angry and ruining the situation, he remained calm and dealt with patience and spread Islam wisely. Today, as we can see that true Muslims do not fight.

The quote from which I started has been proven right, as in every aspect of life we should remain calm and all the people who are successful or who were successful are because they followed the path of the calmness.

So, if you want to ‘live’ your life you must know that; ‘Anger is only a thief that takes your life’s best moments’. Now, you better know what to opt for!

Ibrahim Shabbir.

Happy Teacher’s Day

As I was flipping the papers of my vivid red file, I suddenly came across a slightly creased paper with the scribbled title ‘Teacher’s Day’ on it, that took me back down the memory lane reminding me of the wonderful time I and Maria had during writing and practicing that skit with the help of our dearestttt mentor.  It was dated on 5th of October 2011 and on that very fine day we were asked to perform it in the morning assembly to celebrate the teacher’s day.

I would like to share it and here it goes by the concept when me and Maria were classmates once and meet after a very very long time.

Maria: Hey! Sarrah! It’s been such a long time and I can’t believe I’m meeting you ‘today’! How are you?

Sarrah: Exactly! It’s been such a long time. I’m pretty good, you say? You look nice! By the way, what are you doing these days?

Maria: I’m good too. Hehe, thanks! You look pretty too. I’m actually teaching these days.

Sarrah: Thanks! What a co-incidence! You know it’s teachers day today! And reuniting with you just brought back all those alluring flickers of our schools days. What fun we had teasing our beloved teachers and mimicking them! Wasn’t it fun? I miss those days so much now, as we’ve grown up and also busy with our jobs.

Maria: Haan, what memories they are. I remember the silly pranks which boys used to play behind the teacher’s back, the quality we had in us of hiding in the washroom and children’s play area while bunking & the trick we used to make them stand on the tips of their toes to control us. But alas! Sitting on the same chair for about 2 years now, have made me conceive that how they bore us with their exceptional positive attitude. Now that I’m going through that duration can I really tell you how gratified we were to have those exquisite gems in our lives?

Sarrah: And Maria, ‘how’ can you turn a blind eye to when one of us would always interrupt and distract the poor teacher with a hilarious question in the middle of a crucial lecture. But yes I agree, it’s true that they portrayed a significant role in our lives, navigating us all the way and equipping us with all the tremendous knowledge they had. Caring for us like their own children and never differentiating between any students. But we? We were ungrateful brats, I tell you!
I always thought that whatever our teachers taught us became our base and the morals they gave us helped us to live a better life, isn’t it?

Maria: Exactly, for us teachers were like the seas of knowledge and talent where we kept on sailing and sailing but it never ended when we were lost they guided us safely to our destination. And you see, what goes around comes around. I’m going through the same trauma of controlling my students and bearing their alternate tantrums and fluctuating moods. So now, I think that they should be valued and be respected the way they deserve.

Sarrah: Absolutely my friend! Apart from our parents they are the only ultimate acquaintances who conveyed all the responsibilities of giving us all they could. They were the main sources of knowledge for us. ‘They’ were the ones who should be given awards for patiently regulating us and understanding our problems. And after taking in the dilemma, they would expand our imagination to new things and make us ready to face what life sent our way.

Maria: Hmm and I personally think that teachers invent a new world in itself; they create things into reality, and then inspire us and make us learn. They are the blessings of Allah Almighty to us and the most precious gifts from him to us.

‘We’ the students of MSB are grateful to have these mentors who never stopped ‘or’ will stop guiding, stimulating and loving us. We are thankful to all of them from the kindergarten teachers to the O’levels teachers for their continuous affection towards us.

Sarrah: May we all touch the pinnacles of success with the help of our teachers and perform khidmat of our ultimate muse and mentor- Our Maula TUS. Who is the inspiration behind our every positive and worthy thought. May the trainer of ALL teachers accept our humble khidmat and give strength to our esteemed teachers. May he and his Mansoos live a prosperous life till eternity!
Ameen.

-Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala & Maria Sadriwala. 

Broken English, HAHA.

Example by a short lame story:

Life is a amazing thing to be noticed. But to notice others life is the most amazing thing no matter if people think none of your business but to involve in someone’s business is a great business. 

I was in kindergarden and the most exciting day was when a new comer was born in our class. The most wonderful thing was they both were twins with same faces, same habbits and same nature. The most supportive thing between them was they were not only best friends but best couple of brothers too. To observe them was my favorite thing but the most annoying thing was the yelling voice of my teacher “Are you with me girl”.

Years grew but they never fighted. I mean how is that possible I never founded. Not even a single miscommunition or an uncoperative  attitude. Between, they were most calm and quite although yelling in joy all the time. One would do each others work even fall the wrapper in the dustbin.

On 16^th June 1956, we shifted to secondary campus but still they both were best friends we newed. If we both go on a outing they will seat together always. It was in their genes if one would laugh the other would also laugh automatically.

After graduation both got a job in a same company. One day I saw them leaving for their work. It was amazing to see them in same suit with same hairstyle.

Nothing was different between them in all those years. On new year party us friends we decided to keep a farewell party. Everyone was so much changed it was pleasing to see a change. Specially to see too man in wonderful yellow t-shirts. That day electricity was fluctuating so much. One of the twin brother went in the washroom when he opened the light he caught current and fell on the yucky floor. And his brother also died from the shock of his brother’s death. The way they were born together they were buried besides each other nearby Churchyard short a while.

It’s a blessing for a person to find a person just like him/her and if they die together it’s the most wonderful example ever.

THE END

by,
Anonymous. XD

Hahahahahaha what an English!

LAUGH OUT LOUD people—zzz!
Come’on folks, we need a lot of feed backs on this one.