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Frozen.

​Frozen in time, with words unsaid and voices unheard.
Frozen like the icicles on trees that only melt in due time.
Frozen with love hidden inside and unexpressed.
Frozen, because the nature is too harsh and unbearable.
Frozen and paused while slow tears stream down the eyes.
Frozen in cold chains with no space to fly.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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The Unforgettable Beings -The Unforgettable Life!

School days, not only the days when we were just the students of any ordinary school, but we were the students of AL- MADRASA TUS SAFIYAH TUL BURHANIYAH; the school which was our home indeed, and the teachers, the soul of our madrasa, were like our parents. We gave each other 14 years of our lives (Nursery to 11 O’levels).

Although we didn’t give them anything, but the teachers, who were our tutors, friends, guides, well-wishers, helpers, educated us with Deeni & Dunyawi knowledge on every step we took. They not only educated us but they also forgave us for our each and every mistake/mischief/disrespectful act. And, they were the first one to help make us distinguish between good and bad, and the right and the wrong.

Our Madrasa where we lived together, laughed together, wept together, is missed, because, not a single day passed when we didn’t meet our friends. Today when we stand in the path of our life where we have although left MADRASA for two years now, but we still breathe the fragrance in our soul, and beat in our hearts, the memories which we have gathered during that journey.

I would like to thank each and every teacher of ours who helped us to walk through the path of our life for 14 years and their teachings and blessing will surely help me and all of us to walk furthermore as we go ahead. I am deeply sorry for all the troubles I have done and mistakes that I have committed and beg pardon if I have ever hurt you. I stand here today and tell you, thank-you, I owe you all my life and I wouldn’t be able to thank you enough for what you all have done for me and for us.

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Here in this Picture and Every Time we want to stand below them.Not so that we can be viewed in the photograph easily,no not at all! Only because of this reason so that their shade falls on us throughout our lives.

PROUD TO BE AN MSBIAN AND PROUD TO BE YOUR STUDENT.

Motivated to write this by; Janab Shk Huzefa Bhai.

Thanking you,

Your student,

Hussain Muslim.

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To those who are irreplaceable…

As me and my friend Husain (school-mate) talked over about school and old times, our conversation took us to our school teachers. Some of them were who I had met in the past couple of months, and some, that he had met. But, in all we talked about every teacher of madrasa who had taught us and nurtured us with good qualities in madrasa.

I remember when CIE examinations in my 11th grade (last year of school) were about to begin I wrote an article on my classmates; I addressed a paragraph to each one of them and bid them farewell. My principal told me that I must not forget my teachers while bidding farewell. I picked up my pen but I didn’t know what to say to them, I was unsure that what was right and what wasn’t at that time because with friends you could say what you feel, but while speaking about a teacher you would always hesitate before making a statement.

Being naïve and immature you make a lot of mistakes and so did I. I think all students must have made fun of a teacher or spoken ill of them; and I agree I have too (almost about everyone).

Two years after passing school, I’ve come to realize that life will not give you what you want, it will not say what you want to hear, it will not do what you want to happen, in fact, it will silently teach you with remarks that would baffle you. Only after this I realized how wrong I had done to those who corrected me in the most polite manner, who generously gave me what I wanted, who left no chance of appreciating me, who stood by me and showed how to anchor life.

Without the art of handling my tools (which they gave me), I wouldn’t last a day. I didn’t know it was a blessing that I had them in my life, I did not thank them, in fact, I had done something so ill which makes me think I did not deserve such brilliant and hardworking teachers.

There have been instances where our teachers got tired and frustrated of our acts, but I found that, no matter what we did they didn’t leave us; they would come back again the next day beginning with a fresh start. I’m sure it’s not easy to forget where one does wrong to you, but they did.

I believe no student can succeed until he respects his teacher. It’s because the one who gives you knowledge matters more than the knowledge itself. Imagine a piece of clay awaiting its potter; we would be there, waiting to be shaped and polished by the potter.

I am deeply sorry, first for doing something which was inhumane and, for never thanking them. I was unable to write about each and every one of them but I want to take their names, not because I want to show off, but because I want them to know I remember them and I pray for them.

Janab Shk Mustafa Jack
Janab Shk Ammar Bhai
Janab Shk Tahir Bhai
Janab Shk Saifuddin
Janab Shk Huzefa Bhai
Janab Shk Mohammad Bhai
Janab Shk Shabbir
Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai
Janab Shk Yousuf Bhai
Janab M Quaid Johar Bhai
Janab M Ibrahim Bhai
Janab M Moiz Bhai
Janab M Mansoor Bhai
Janab M Ahmed Bhai
Janab M Abbas Bhai
Ali Sir
Murtaza Sir
Muzammil Sir
Zulifqar Sir (computer)
Quaid Sir
Sir Asgher
Sir Javed Kamal
Sir Arif
Sir Tauheed
Sir Sadiq
Sir Zulfiqar (Pakistan studies)
Sir Zohair
Sir Ahmed
Zahabiyah Bhen
Rabab Bhen
Tasneeem Bhen
Tahera Bhen
Tasneem Bhen
Farida Bhen (Grade II)
Shireen Bhen
Shama Bhen
Fatema Bhen
Fatema Bhen (art teacher)
Arwa Bhen
Fauzia Bhen
Tasneem bhen Dawoodji
Durriya Bhen
Nighat Bhen
Shahzadi Bhen
Tasneem Bhen Shakir
Nafisa Bhen Jabir
Rehana Bhen
Rashida Bhen (Primary Urdu teacher)
Rashida Bhen Box
Zainab Bhen Anjar
Rashida Bhen Haji
Fatema Bhen Raziuddin
Zainab Bhen Sadri
Umme Hani Bhen
Maryam Bhen Sadri
Qurratul-Ain Bhen
Naseem Bhen
Raeesa Bhen

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I know I must be definitely missing out on someone; I tried my mind to go back as much I could take it. I’m sorry (yet again) whose name I’ve missed out here. But, together I remember you all as school teachers. Regretting over the mistakes, I’m thankful to all of you, for being the potter and turning this clay into a piece of pottery.

My words might not reach you, and might not be so great, but I wanted to at least try and show my feelings.
To those who are irreplaceable and unforgettable.

Your student,
Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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Because, I miss you…

I really have no idea where to begin from, and I’m not sure if people would like to read it, but I’d like to notify the readers, that, this essay is as a small gift of thanks to my friend, Rasheeda.

There’s no once upon a time in this story, I’ve known Rasheeda since I was a kid. It’s simple; I and Rasheeda have been living in the same area since childhood just until yesterday. We have known each other since we were babies crawling here and there in the masjid. Then we joined the madrasah and had our own girls group of the mohalla (area). Time passed and we used to play with each other/ be with each other for like every day.

When teenage hit us, there came times for sleepovers and gossips. Girls will be girls, there’s no denying it. So, there used to be cat fights (amongst all of us), I don’t mean physically, but saying stuff and cold wars, that kind. But even then, I don’t know why or how we still stayed along in a group.

In all of this growing part, we graduated from schools, and then from colleges and got into universities (except me, still in college – no comments on that) . We enjoyed getting older, because now no aunties will tell us not to sit in separate thaals and go to our moms (Just kidding! :D) Taking the oath of misaaq was one part of growing up, because it really meant we have to be serious towards studies and life, and we have to act mature, somehow all those parts in life went well. I believe growing up brought us closer to each other’s heart.

Naturally, no one can live without friends, even if we don’t say it, we want our friends to listen to our scored goals and the missed ones too, and our times of hardship and happy days, we like it when they appreciate, and are consoled even if they just keep a warm hand of comfort on our shoulder. At the end of teenage, our ‘girly-group’ transformed  into a ‘club’, our park walks became dining out on occasions, our gossips jumped from who hit whom to who went out with whom, but, one thing remained the same, we laughed the same way like we did when we were kids.

Although our physique changed and we became different people now, but we stayed together, we enjoyed each other’s company, actually relished it, it was something special, actually it IS something special that I can’t define.

Time ran so fast it came to the part of engagements. Well, Rasheeda was the first one to get engaged from our group. We were all happy that now we are adults and have become mature with time. Who knew that we will all miss being together one day?

Day before yesterday, it was the last function of Rasheeda’s wedding, sorry if I’m jumping from engagement to the wedding, but it seems like she got engaged just some time ago and now, she is happily married.

I don’t know Rasheeda if I was ever a good friend to you, but you ARE to me. You might laugh now, I couldn’t sleep right now, I miss you. I miss you singing 9XM songs, I miss your smartness, I miss your cries, I miss you being bossy, I miss your enthusiasm, I miss dancing in the rain with you, and I miss your smile, I really miss you – already.

I think about your home, it’s such a big part of my childhood, I miss you being there. Apart from all the differences we have had, you were a really good friend to me, and to see you away I really don’t know how to react. I will miss your place beside Fatema – Muslim in the thaal. I will miss you every time as I pass by your building (which will be every day).

Yesterday as I hugged you the last time, I really didn’t want to let go of you, you are so much to me, you don’t even know. I know we haven’t been like best friends and all, but even then I will miss you like A LOT (Have I said this like the hundredth time till now?)

Life is really bitter sometimes, I really don’t want to be away from you.

I’d like to quote some lines to you;

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I pray that your each and every day passes with a light heart, that no troubles bother you because I know you are great at tackling them 😉 .

I wish that every day you light the days with your radiant smile, and live a happy contented life under the Saya Mubarakah of both Maula. Ameen.

May Allah grant our Maula a long, healthy and prosperous life till the Day of Judgement. Ameen.

Take care.

With lots of love,

Yours truly,

Ruqqu.

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And, you’re beautiful even when you fall…

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It is this morning that I love,

Where greens in garden spring along,

From small to tall, they all appeal,

And, refresh me on the morning walk.

 

When fall arrives and they die out,

From green to yellow to orange they change,

With purple, pink and red on side,

They show their beauty one last time.

 

Dew rests on leaves, washing them out,

And Sun gives them all, a hot, warm bath,

Glistening and glowing with colors all kind,

Making a sad heart happy with last good bye.

 

And, when autumn sojourns, clearing them out,

The last look of love is never forgone,

Hustling with wind, the leaves fly away,

And so, they’re beautiful, even when they fall.

 

From New Jersey, with love.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

 

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Enlightening Souls

There are very few people in this world who are still remembered because of their purity and positive traits. We read and recall, commemorate and commend the names of exceptional people whose tireless and selfless effort brought comfort and peace and illuminated the lives of the suffering humanity. They die but their death makes them immortal because they remain alive in our hearts. They die but their doings smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

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It was like life came to a halt after my nana’s death on 16th Rabi-ul-Awal. After I returned to Karachi, for months I have been avoiding anything that reminded me of him. Especially the dreadful fact of arriving at nani’s exactly 5-8 minutes late after his death. However, maybe because of the positive vibes of Maula’s dua mubarak that bestowed him after the araz, the date of death & the fortunate events that took place for him even after his demise & summing up this avoidance is the reason I plucked up courage to finally gather my thoughts and unzip the bag I had filled of his things which I carefully carried along while returning. It was like opening a beloved treasure of his shabby diaries, old dull filmed photographs, his personal stuff, one of his shirts & an Olive-Green sweater that hangs in the corner of my wardrobe now. Oh such a charming handsome gentleman he looked in it! Indeed, our family lost a pure gem.

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He saved all the cards I bought/made for him.

I knew about his diaries which he had told me about. But it holds much more meaning to it now, as he is no longer here.  It was like he had left his entire life for me to ruminate on. It is now I understand the quote, “when you keep a diary, the diary keeps you”. Flipping some sepia toned pages of one of his Maroon leathered diaries, I am so moved & inspired of his thirst for knowledge & his occasional habit of writing & jotting down meaningful stuff. He wrote great English but Urdu-the qaumi zabaan was his favorite! There is a heading with ‘Enlightening Souls’ on the front page and below is food for thought which I would love to share (some of it):

“KHUSH REHNE KA FUN”

*Asal khushi dolat se nahi khareedi ja sakti. Kabhi ye mat socho keh dolat tum par muskurahaton kee baarish keregi. Khush rehne ke liye bare bare waqeyaat ka intezaar mat kero. Khushi choti choti baatein aur ittefaaq se janam leti hain.

“MUSKURAHAT”

-Thakay huway insaan ke liye aaram

-musibat zada logon ke liye roshni kee kiran

-be dil aur mayoos ke liye behtereen tohfa

“Mathematics with Words”

*naseehat + burhapa= buzurg

*degree + achi nokri= shadi kee umeed? LOL

*aadmi + akhlaaq=insaan

*ashraf-ul-makhlooqaat – aqal= animal.

“JOKES”

Aek bachay ne apni ami se kaha, abu kitne boorhe hogaye hain bilkul dada kee tarha. Aur aap tou itni khoobsurat hain. Ami ne khush ho ker bache ko 10 ka note diya aur kaha, “jao ice-cream khaa lo.” Bache ne muhn banate huway kaha, “lekin abu ne tou 20 diye the! ;( “…..

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“KIRAN KIRAN ROSHNI” (There are a load of them. Just sharing a few)

*Raat ke baad din zaroor tulu hota hai, aur jo raat sabar se guzari jai, uski subah bohaut haseen hoti hai.

*Itna uncha mat uro keh sooraj kee garam shuain tumhe pighla dein aur tum bejaan sheh kee tarha zameen par aa giro.

*Baarish Cheete kee jild ko bhigo deti hai magar uske dhabbay nahi dhoti”

*Dunya darya hai aur aakherat kinara. Kashti taqwa hai aur log musafir.

*Ye dekho ke galati kia huwi. Ye na dekho kis se huwi.

*Burhaape se pehle jawani aur jawani se pehle burhape kee ganimat jano.

*Bachon ke saath bache banjao aur unko zindagi guzarna sikhao.

*Sab se bari fateh apne nafs ko qabu kerna hai.

* Pahaar se girh ker utha ja sakta hai magar nazron se nahi.

*Kisi ka dil mat dukhao kyun ki, usmai khuda rehta hai.

*Agar kisi ke dil mai jaga banana chahte ho tou uski izzat kero.

*Bure logon ke saath bethne se behtar tanhai hai.

*Ilm aesa baadal hai jisse rehmat barasti hai.

*Agar bara banne ki khuahish rakhte ho tou pehle chota banne kee koshish kero.

*Jo tumhare saamne doosron ki burai kerta hai who doosron ke saamne tumhari burai kerega.

*Baarish kee tarha raho jo phoolon par hee nahi, kaaton par bhi barasti hai.

*Insaan ka Insaan banjana uski jeet hai.

*Pehli naakami se na ghabrao. Yahi tumhari urooj kee pehli seerhi hoti hai.

*Dunya mai woh shaksh kamyaab hote hai jo apni galtiyon ko na dohrai.

“MOHABBAT”

-daulat se ho tou maraz ban jati hai,

– Khuda se ho ton bandagi ban jati hai,

-ustaad se ho tou roshni ban jati hai,

-waaldein se ho tou ibadat ban jati hai,

– inke ilawa insaan se ho tou zindagi ban jati hai.

“BHOOJO TOU JAANEIN: RIDDLES”

(I’m writting down some interesting riddles he has jotted down, lets see if you guys can come up with the answers)

* Bigray baal, aur kamar par patti hogi, kisi kone mai leti hogi.

*sab sakhyon(friends) ka dekha khel, kamar pakar ker diya dakhel.

*Chao se ussay galay lagaya, lekin usne tou gala dabaya.

*Ek abba ke so betay. Gol matol ek hee jesay. Chalay bhi sab ek hee sath, sab ke pait mai ek suraakh.

*Janaab-e-aali, sar par jali, enteries bari magar pait khali.

*Mun khula tou bigri huwi shakal banai, magar shukr kia woh jab bhi aayee.

This is it for now. Hence,

Never has a day passed when he hasn’t crossed my mind. But I’m pleased by the fact that I have a load of his photos of almost every moment & that I spent a satisfactory amount of time with him-but not satisfactory enough.

It is true, people leave a void– every space irreplaceable–but the motions of life continue. We can only repay them by learning from their traits & practicing them. Therefore, enlightening our soul as well as the souls around us.

Sarrah M.Mustafa Malirwala.

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Life goes on…

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Sometimes, I sit down and think, of all that has happened in my life. At one place I was a shy person, who would be forced to talk, and, at another I was quite the opposite.

As time passed, I blend myself in the colors of life, acquiring something new each time for a different situation. Each day brought a new role for me in life. One day I was a mere student in my school and the next day the head girl of the entire school. I don’t think so that I played each role with perfection because I’m a very lazy person. Those who don’t know me personally often don’t believe that I could be a lazy person, maybe because at times I am able to save the day at the eleventh hour (lucky!).

Life went on as the sun went down each day, throwing random things at me all the time. I fought for catching on everything but I simply used to end frustrated and drop the simple catches being Umar Akmal.

I always used to think that life should be called a problem. It gives nothing to you. But, growing up gave me one thing, it made me understand that life is a chance given by Allah; you ought to remember His message.

Being a child I thought of being a hero, saving people and doing what-not, but being a teenager my views changed completely. I don’t know who should be put to question for that, maybe I should be, because I had my every right to do anything. I’m proud of some things I did, and even saddened at my foolishness when I messed up everything.

Will I ever learn to be a mature person? (Haha that is an essay in itself) What I simply do, is wake up every morning, do something good, and put my head to rest; that is good enough, isn’t it? Well, to be true it’s not even near good.

Few months ago, I read a letter in my Easy Urdu class with my teacher. It was a letter from Sir Syed Ahmed Khan to his students, which means this happened way before independence. Coming down to the point, every word of that letter touched my heart. His words taught me how we never realize the importance of time. We think it will always be the same way; the sun will go up every morning, the stars will be lit up every night, the clock will tick every second and we will enjoy ourselves every might. Everything might go on the same, but we miss out on the part, that we won’t. He said that, ‘my life should be a notice board to you all, “Beware! Don’t go this way.”’ He meant that he had not given the time to study and learn that he should have, but, we should. Of course a well-educated person like him couldn’t be like this, he being so humble, explained it all so well.

We don’t value the words of our own people, but most of the times, it is them who inspire and motivate us. If there’s one major thing his letter taught me, it was;

Life goes on…

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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As the days come to an end…

My school days are nearly over and the final board exams of CIE (O levels) begin tomorrow. Spending the entire day solving papers and reading books has flustered me and I realized I wanted to get my mind off it for some time. The best way to do was, write!

There are countless moments from MSB that I wouldn’t ever forget. It seems MSB is everything for me that I would want. To begin with it, it would be the blessing of being educated in a wonderful place like MSB , ehsaan (blessing) of Burhanuddin Maula R.A and Mufaddal Maula TUS.

I can never forget any teacher from MSB, because they all played a part in my life where I learnt. Learned to forgive and forget, to be grateful, to be humble, to cooperate and then aim for a goal as a team. Since class II there have been a number of changes in me; each year I got to know something new about myself and the people around, that helped me a lot.

Classes shuffled a number of times in school, that’s how I made friends in both the grades. A part came when the girls and boys were in two different sections; each thing that happened, proved to be beneficial for us and our learning.

That phase also passed, until we landed in our last Class, that is XI O levels. Some of our classmates had left for Al-Jamea-tus-Saifiyah during the journey, and some had left the previous year. This year was the last one for us, for the 15 of us…

In this last year even we learnt and … it was time for OUR farewell. On 24th of April 2014 we (the 15 of us) bid farewell to school. As a token of gratitude we gave a small gift to madrasa which is nothing comparable to what WE got from madrasa. We cried as our lives were about to change a lot, and, for the last time enjoyed that ‘school day’.

As a farewell comment I would like to say something to each one of them..

First: Alefiyah, I call her Alif in short. Funny and sweet, she has helped me with a lot of things throughout this time and her consoling words bring peace to my heart. The fact that she trusts me brings me utter joy! As she leaves for Dares Salam right after examinations I’m pretty mad at her about it but I guess some things have to be that way, we still have time until then … Will miss you and never forget you Aliffff!! Just stay in touch!

Secondly: Hamza, I call him simply by his name because it’s short enough… 😛 Sarcastic and kind at heart, doesn’t show his problems in his behavior. Patient and calm, deals with dilemmas on his own and is always there for his friends. Eases the situations by being modest!

Then: Hasan, our sportsman. A great athlete and cricketer! At first he stayed away from people he didn’t want to talk but as time passed we knew he wasn’t such a bad friend. In fact, he was and is a great friend!He is a cricket fan most importantly Shahid Bhai’s fan! He is someone who is particular about his priorities and his goals are always set. He gets what he aims for because of his hard work! And, a math freak he is!

And then: Husain, jolly and loyal to everyone. Truthful about his opinions and extremely good at planning and managing things! His good words always make me smile because he says what he feels, and the best thing is, he never hurts with what he says to anyone! Recently, he got an article published in Student’s Digest and that took ME over the moon. I felt proud of having a friend like him.

After him: Hatim, for most of the year he was in UAE as he has shifted to Dubai but he came a few months back to give exams along with us. As he came back, he brought chocolates for each one of us! It wasn’t a small one, it was this big bar of chocolate, which thrilled me! Generous and a cool buddy! Quite sophisticated and is always dressed best! But, even then he never differentiates from other people. A very down to Earth person!

Followed by: Ibrahim, who is renowned in our class for bringing new funny phrases that each one uses all the time! He was made Head Boy for the academic year 2013-2014. All this time, he was particular about his duties and responsibly dealt with everything. A cheery and moody friends he is. I know that’s exactly opposite, but that’s exactly how he is. He takes things seriously and if you ask him to do something he never says no.

And then comes Juzer: Juzzzuuuu! A sweet natured gentleman . I know that sounds weird for a gentleman but he is. Kind hearted and a very good friend. Even if you tell him to go away he won’t because he knows you have a problem and only leaves until he is sure it has been solved. Concerned about friends and smart at understanding situations! Weighs matter and deals with them like they were no problem! Just too sweet for a gentleman though! :p

And then there’s our: Maria (Sadri), the sweet and pleasing Strawberry Shortcake! Extremely particular about being up-to-date! Modern, fashionable and a jolly good friend! She tries to bring everyone together in the class and pleads in to make things successful! She has a creative mind and is a spontaneous writer! You just bring a topic and she has dozens of wonderful ideas to it!

And another: Maria (Tayyeb), the loud and gorgeous. At times she is so lady-like you just won’t believe this is the same person who had just baffled my ears! Charming and up for all adventures! Her mind full of colors as she has a gifted talent of being a painter! She brings joy to one’s life and does hard work in order to work out over her problems! A good smiley friend she is!

And then: Mustafa the shy and innocent one. A bit reserved but always there for his friends. His ‘ YO YO’ in everything just makes me laugh! Whatever I’d say he’d say ‘ YO’. He trusts his friends a lot. His sketches are mind blowing; one can’t believe that it’s Mustafa who has made it. He might be quiet but on the inside he has this hidden talent of being extremely good at sketching, especially faces which is the most difficult thing!

Next up is: Mustansir, or just Mustan to cut it short 🙂 . He is like this perfectionist friend who just knows too well, what to do when. His ideas are always amazing and his advices are really applicable, those which could actually solve your problem. Moody at times, but after some time he would be the same. He forgives and forgets and gets on with everyone. A good genius brain he has and understands others problems and listens to them.

After him is: Naqiyah (Naqurii at times), jokey and cheerful. The one who lights up the exam pressure by purposely being lame! She is also the one who patches up the girl fights we have among us. Never minds anything and tries to make others understand too. She has this power of making us think about what we did wrong and ultimately we do as per her advices!

All right, then is: Sarrah, the cheeky and bubbly one filled with lots of guts! She’s smart and witty at doing new things and finds quick solutions to problems she is facing. Blends with everyone and finds the good things in each person. She sees what we don’t and that’s why she is a good photographer. Thinks well and gets along with her life in good moods!

And: Taha: the one who could easily pull your leg and you have no words to say. It’s fun to have the cricket talks with him and he is very easy to converse with (not like before). He has a passion for cricket and table tennis! A great friend he surely is, whom one would never want to lose, as he never betrays you and you can trust him even when you’re blind-folded.

Last but not the least is: ME (Ruqaiya), Ruqs, Ruqqai and, Lokhand for some. I don’t want to dote over myself so I’m just going to say it outright. I can be bad AND good. I’m very moody and I get irritated easily, and my anger is bad news when it comes to controlling it. On the other hand I could be the zany and crazy one who gets along with everyone. THIS is the reason why I adore each one of my friend, because no matter who they are, they are still my friends!

So, enough talking, and best of luck to all of you for your examinations and well for future that awaits us. I think I’m not flustered anymore because this just made me light and I think I could get back to studies now..

With so much in my heart yet left to say, I now end it.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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In the Abadi Saya of Maula Burhanuddin Aqa R.A…

There is a time of our life which we never forget, our school times, right? We spend a lot of time at school and there are memories of all the kinds from school. For me, it just won’t be school memories. For me, it would the thanda saya (cool shade) of Muqaddas Maula Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A.

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Al Madrasa tus Saifya tul Burhaniyah, the institution well-established by Maula Burhanuddin Aqa R.A- the institute, that has changed lives of hundreds, as Maula R.A states in one of his Bayaan Mubarak “ Al Madrasa will endeavor to see that its students acquire knowledge from childhood in consonance with Deen. When its pupil leaves the school, his educational preparedness and standard should be so high, that he may be eligible for admission to all the esteemed higher educational institutions of the world. At the same time his thinking and mental faculty would be so trained and disciplined that he would be spared from vices of worldly education, which normally hampers efforts to reach standards of perfection.”

Thinking over the Kalimaat Nooraniya I now think back to the time I came to madrasah. In class 2 I got admission in madrasah or should I say I got the ne’mat (blessing) of being under the Saya Mubaraka of Maula R.A. Each wall, each brick of madrasah reminded of Maula R.A’s Zaat Mubarak. Each achievement in madrasah was appreciated and each painful misery was made forgotten with ease. What is it about madrasah that makes this happen or should I say, what is it not about madrasah which wouldn’t benefit you?

Each day in madrasah began with Maula’s zikr and tul-ul umr dua. Throughout the day we were taught and nurtured in Nazaraat Raheemiyah of Maula R.A as each class had a picture of Maula R.A right in the front, over the class board. It was, as if, Maula R.A himself taught us everything, it was his picture that consoled us in our problems and his tabassum that assured us that he is proud of our achievements.

We were granted with the most wonderful teachers who groomed us and taught us everything. From the part that how should one eat, to the part that how should one perform khidmat. It all came from Maula, from madrasah, from all the teachers even the ones that did not teach us in class, but gave a lesson to learn in each act.

As the final year will soon come to an end, our class teacher Janab Al-Sheikh Huzaifa Bhai gave each of us a paper. He instructed us to write our names and pass it to the one on our left. We were supposed to write whatever we want to about each other as a farewell comment. The idea rejoiced us but it also reminded us that the year in madrasah of learning each day was coming to an end. The difference that madrasah made in our lives is remarkable. We all did khidmat of both the Maulas together; we recited duas and did araz our hadayah in Hazrat Aaliyah being one. And, there was one significant day we all used to await each year. It was the day when we celebrated Milaad Mubarak of Burhanuddin Maula R.A (the Izhar-ul-Masarrat program). Different competitions were held of card making and thali making and what not. We all used to attend this day in Libas-ul-Anwar and it would be the most momentous day that we would have each year.

However, this year came with a difference. The 40 days of Ta’budaat had begun and preparations of the Milaad programs had started at school when we heard that, “Maula Burhanuddin Aqa ye hamesha no araam farmayo che.” The heart pounded vigorously, the mind couldn’t picture the thought and all I could do so was cry. I cried like I had never cried in my life. It was as if everything that I had is gone, well it had indeed. As Maula says ‘Man Lahul Maula Falahul Kul’ (je na pase Maula che ehna pase saglu che). The news baffled my ears that had I heard it correct, was it the news of my Maula that he had closed his eyes forever from this mortal world? As I saw Maula’s picture in front of me I just looked at him and cried ‘Maula ap padhari gaya? Maula hame ye apni waat na suni hamne maaf karjo’.

In a few days when madrasah re-opened after Maula’s wafaat I knew things would be so different. We came to assembly and recited Dua and qaseeda Mubaraka inscribed by Aali Qadar Maula in Maula R.A’s Shaan Mubarak. The walls of madrasah were mourning; there were silent cries that surrounded us. How could one bear the thought of losing Maula forever?

Each day as I entered madrasah, it was Maula’s madrasah that sedated me in such times and the very picture of our Mushfiq Pidar Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A and his Mansus Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS who after Burhanuddin Maula R.A is our Sahara in our lives, consoled me. This showed the significance of the fact that it’s Maula’s yaari that has given me the strength each time in my life and will do so…

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Today whoever I am, whatever I have achieved it is because of Syedna wa Maulana Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A and Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin Maula TUS. Before coming to madrasah I was like any other child but today I am one of leaves of the tree that Maula R.A had planted and has taken care of. I was a different person back then but the knowledge I acquired from madrasah, is the one that has brought me here. Now, when I discuss something with people and if one likes my taswwur, they ask me, “Madrasah ma parho cho?” I smile back and I answer “Ji, Al Madrasah Tus Saifiyah Tul Burhaniyah ma parhu chu”.

Taken in March 2012

It is this institution of Maula Burhanuddin R.A and Mufaddal Maula TUS that has given me respect and has taken me beyond the limits of achievements that I for one couldn’t and can’t do on my own. It is the name itself that comes after madrasah that opens all the doors to me, and, I know for sure wherever I may go their Saya and yaari will always be there for me.

As I end this, I would like to Araz Shukr na Sajadaat to Burhanuddin Maula R.A and Mufaddal Maula TUS who have made me capable of doing things which seemed so difficult to me that are now made so sehel (easy) with their Dua Mubarak. And, also I’d like to thank all the people – the teachers, the juniors and seniors, other staff members who have taken me closer to Maula at each step I took. They have always supported me and given me confidence and have made me believe in myself.

Nevertheless, the time has to go on and soon we’re going to finish our schooling from madrasah. And as I said in the beginning it just won’t be school memories that I’d miss, it would also be the Saya of Maula R.A and Maula TUS that protected and took care of me.

May Allah grant our Maula Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A Aala Darajaat in Jannat-ul-Firdous and may Allah grant our Maula, our Saya, Syedna Mufaddal Safuddin Maula TUS a long healthy and prosperous life till the day of judgement. Ameen.

May we, the parts of the Shadaab darakht always do khidmat of Maula Saifuddin TUS so that may Burhanuddin Maula R.A be proud of us.

 

Amate Syedna Maulanal-Mannaan,
Ruqaiya Mulla Mustafa Lokhand wala.

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Aey Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin! (R.A)

Bayan kesay kerun mai ab usko,
Jo dil ko bhi yaqeen na aae, aey Maula!
Hai ye kagaz aansuon se bheega hua,
Aur aankhein hain num, aey Maula!

Kal kia kertay the aapki lambi umr kee dua,
Aaj rotay hain aapki yaad par.
Kal tak uthatay the aapki paalki,
Aaj aae hain aapke janaaze par.

Palak jhapakte hee, kahan chale gae maula,
Ek baar aapko dil bharh ke dekh bhi na sakay.
Hum tou 103mi milaad kee kerte the tayari,
Ab tou din puray aahozaari me katay.

Hai ye dukh sab keh dilo par gehra,
Puri dunya kerti hai zikr tumhara.
Mumkin nahi ke bhuljaen aapko maula,
Sar bas yaad me aapki jhuka rehta hai humara.

Kia khoob woh sultan-e-salami thi,
Jaan bhi haazir thi un nirali adaon pe.
Dilon-jaan mai dekh lete the aap,
Jeet jaatay the aapki us ek nazar se.

Jeena sikhaya tha humko aap ne,
Us zindagi ka maqsad bhi aap hee the,
Sajde dye the jitnay bhi is zindagi mai,
Un duaon kee ibteda bhi aap hee tou the!

Pehle kerte the didaar magar,
tarastay the aapki qadambosi ke liye,
Ab choomengay aapki qabr magar,
tarsengay apke didaar ke liye.

Ab tou didaar kerenge aapka qayamat ke din hee,
Jab jannat mai le jaenge aap haath pakar ke.
Jald hee aapki qabr par bulaleejye maula,
Maanglu duaein ab aapki qabr pakar ke.

Jab dekha Aaliqadar ko aapki qabr ke ander,
Woh manzar, wo jaga, firdos kee kiyari lagi.
Sajda-e-shukr bajate hain aapke gulam ae maula,
Aapke jaisay hee Maula Mufaddal ki nazar piyari lagi.

Bachaya tha mojon se Taher (R.A) ne humko,
Unke safeene mai Nooh Nabi kee tarha.
Ek kia tha Mohammad (R.A) ne humko sahi raah par,
Masajidon mai Ibrahim Nabi kee tarha,
Ab Mojezon se Mufaddal (T.U.S) dikhaenge apna jalwa,
Dushmano ko fanaa ker ke, Moosa Nabi kee tarha.

Jab bhi dekhte hain AaliQadr ka chehra,
Dikhta hai aapka hee chehra rupala.
Bus apne dil say poochte hain yahee,
Keh “hai koi in dono ke siwaa?”
(na Maula na!)

Hai gum tou bohaut aapke janay ka magar,
Tasalli hai seerat kee pehchaan abhi baaki hai.
Naam Saifuddin ka lete hain duaon mai magar,
Hubahu aapka dilo- jaan ussi mai baaki hai.

Bus aey khuda tu humko sabr ata’a kerna,
Ab Saifuddin par fida hone kee taufeeq ata’a kerna.
Yeh aapki kee nishani rahe taa roze qayamat,
Qadmo se inke humko hargiz judaa na kerna!
(Ameen)

Amate Syedna TUS,
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala.

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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 couldn’t get enough of 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, 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

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Beautiful beings!

Girls!  As they say you can’t live with them and you cannot live without them.
Their tantrums and adolescent ways at times are exasperating but in the end they are the same baby dolls of their fathers and adoring sisters of their brothers and sweet Cinderella’s of their husbands.
Their likes and their dislikes, their ways and their styles are sometimes baffling but even then they are accepted. We are accepted! 🙂
At every age every step we are different, our attitude our dressing our maturity level, it’s all different. I, living 16 years as a girl want to share my experience.

 On the 14th of January 1997, my mother says “an angel was born in her and my fathers life”, someone they loved wholly and was the nearest to their hearts. That was me, carrying happiness to their little world.
From 2 to 5, I remember my mother dressing me up for birthday parties. I recall her choosing each and every thing complementing to my dress, from the hair clips to my socks I would be all in a theme. All my friends would be dressed likely; even then we competed for who looked the best.

From 6 to 12, I had become that rowdy tomboyish person, who would hate girl stuff and loved hanging out with cool friends. Like, everything near me should be effervescent, in fact what goes in my mouth should also be very cool or else “puke that out” was the rule! Those dark jeans and glitzy t-shirts with boyish shoes was the dress code, oh yes! And, a cap was a necessity with that bob hair-cut.
At every age, our parents would get to see shocking us; vibrant girls wishing for them to turn into elegant ladies soon.

But from 13 to 14 I did not know what I wanted to be. The mood fluctuations were faster then the KESC fluctuations. Sometimes, it felt like we should put on pretty clothes and get ready for the occasions and sometimes it would just be get away with it in whatever clothes available.  I remember going into a party without accessories and dressing-up, and reaching there I realized I looked ugly for the occasion.
It happened all the time that either we would be over-dressed or would not dress at all. Nevertheless, we would be the center of attention and attraction at all times! J

Now at about 16, I feel I should be dressed and well-maintained all the time. It’s not much time when I myself would be getting wooed you see. Lol! No, but really, there’s this new something coming up in me, which makes me feel I should look good now and then. My hair should be tied up and my eyes shouldn’t look lethargic. My skin should be fresh as a flower and I should be updated with the latest fashion. Today, if I’m out for an occasion my slippers should be appropriate for it, my accessories should be proportional, not too much and not too less. From the nail paint to the hair-do, everything should be panache and classy.  The magic wand had swish-swashed and so our parents were getting a peep of the graceful ladies.

Over the years I and the other girls have skilled and learned. Accepted the mistakes and acknowledged the good stuff. And now, our lives are still going on, slowly and steadily. With certain bumps on the road or sometimes the frictionless smooth road. There is so much to witness and experience. And I am still waiting for the many doors to open in my life which would mold me into a better being and would groom me inside out.

Maria Sadri

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Geo tou aisay!


“Saaarrraaaahhhh, take a breath and at least let me get me out of the kitchen!” my mother added.
“Noooo ami, listen to me first! You know then what happened…(and I continued with my story)”

Today, as per routine, I returned from school and began filling my mother with my tales without pausing and she listened to me imperturbably like she always does (she knows I can’t remain bottled up with feelings). I went on emptying myself but leaving all her work behind, she sat calmly with interest, gave me good advices, smiled and laughed at intervals on my escapades and tried to make me learn from the mistakes I made.

These brief conversations we have every day, never fail to content me. Sometimes I wonder what would I do without my loved ones, who are unexpectedly always there to listen. Seriously, I would nearly faint out of suffocation if I was unheard or unexpressed!
Indeed, it’s a gift to have people around us with whom we can toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings & dispel each others fears.

According to me, Silence always kills me from inside. I’d rather remain over said than unsaid. I believe in the power of expression, in the power of words. I believe in intense passion and openness. So, I feel that it’s very IMPORTANT for an individual to be expressive.

Why expressive?

  • Being expressive helps you in remaining ebullient in your personality.
  • It gives you ‘wings’- it makes you feel high and tension free-it makes you feel lighter.
  • People value you more. They enjoy your company.
  • It helps you in self development- And makes you realize your own strengths and short comings.
  • Resolving misunderstandings and building in strong relationships- Expression plays a very important part in that, I tell you!

Finding out the best way for us to express yourself can be rewarding. It is not always important for us to possess speaking power. You can do it in anyway.
In YOUR way!

I personally express myself according to my fluctuating mood. I write when I overflow with feelings and am unable to hold them at bay. When words seem less, I use my photography skills to express daily life in an extraordinary way. I go sporting when I feel too enthusiastic. That lets me express myself in a physical way. When I feel creative, I spill colors on paper. And then sometimes, when I feel the crazy acid boiling within me, I sing aloud in the shower! It sometimes drains out all the stress (I shouldn’t have mentioned this) 😛

So you see? There are so many ways in which we can express ourselves. We just need to be honest, genuine, fearless & confident. But, lets not forget that we do need to express ourselves ‘but’ in an appropriate manner. Our surrounding, our environment does matter a lot. Of course, you cannot jump and hoot with excitement in a very formal situation but yes you can cheer and chill in an informal gathering. So, we do need to realize the importance of ‘the right time’….
But hey? While taking care of the right time, please don’t forget to vent out! Because, expressing is nothing but saying and doing what your heart tells you to.

So, stand up and heave your hearts out amigos!
Cheers to Expressionism!

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir


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An Ecstatic Day!

This Saturday was full of alacrity and delight! Of course it was productive too. As my mother vowed to take me for shopping if I was prepared with all my tasks done before 2.30 pm. It was a challenge for me. Really! I had to finish ALL the undone questions for the Add. Math exam on Tuesday (for which I’m a bit hyped up) Secondly, I had to complete some of the chores too. Exactly in 6 hours!

Miraculously all the errands were accomplished on the allotted time. I say it miraculously because being me, nothing is done on time. But that day, I couldn’t miss shopping of course and so was worked up by doing everything in such speed! It was a big achievement for me. I wasn’t used to doing everything on ‘the right time’; after all I’m a “late lateef” But satisfyingly I succeeded. 

As soon as we got into the car, I jotted down the stuff I needed for my ridas. And the adventure began. First, we headed towards the vast land of cloths-Rabi Center. The noisy crowd evoked my senses. The fascinating colors displayed by the shopkeepers urged me to buy them all. And the whimsical hails from the Pathans were ever-lasting.

Rabi was going great & finally, I was overcome with excitement and a load of shopping bags in my hands. It was a pretty good experience of helping my mum by using my creative material. The adventure was about to end but of course it couldn’t end without filling our tummies. And so we decided to dine in Pizza Hut.

After ordering some mouth watering food, we chattered & laughed-enjoying each other’s company. That mother-daughter moment in the little hut was to be treasured to the fullest.
Soon then, the waiter placed the food on the well organized table and the scrumptious aroma filled the air. We delighted the treat and filled our appetite.

I was noticing that particular waiter staring at us with admiration since a long time which made me think something was fishy. Then, when he came to clean up the table, he couldn’t resist and finally said something which illuminated my day, totally! He said “aap log jo gujrati (lisan-ud-dawat) mai baat kartay ho to itna ehtram wala lagta hai. Hum pathan to baat bhi karein to aeysa lagta hai ke lar rahay hain; you all are very unique” and went away with a smile.

I was seriously awe-stricken then because I knew what exactly he meant! The feeling of elation & gratitude twinkled in my eyes. It was as if I was standing on the 7th sky, proud as a Peacock. Wearing my well-ironed classy Hot-Pink rida, it was indeed a pleasure to be recognized as a woman of Dawoodi Bohra community.

Honestly, this remark was the one which urged me to write this post. After all, it was a great ending and an inspiration of ‘the day’. It made my heart fill with gratitude towards Allah for his limitless blessings & that he made me a true winner-a Mumin-one who is constantly under the Saya Mubarak of the two angelic Maulas TUS.

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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