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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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Friends For N-Ever!

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I believe it was Grade VI where we learnt that;

Friendship is a priceless gift,

That cannot be bought or sold.

No wonder this poem was taken seriously only until the examinations, that we forgot what it actually meant. We never thought that its meaning could be deeper than Mariana’s Trench.

School life was the craziest and easiest, even though, at that time we all felt that it’s a really big thing if we have an exam the next day or a surprise test is taken in the class. What did our young minds know, that in practical life, these surprise tests and examinations are a daily routine?

At that age, we all were naïve; we fought and patched up our broken hearts every other day. Who knew we would all miss being children one day? All we wanted was, to grow up and control the world.

In all the experiences, friends were a major part, what so ever happened, it was mandatory to share it in the friends group. Without doing that, our day would be incomplete. Pranks and gossips would be the favorite part of our friendship.

We all considered that friendship is a very common thing, that everyone has a friend. In some way it is true. But, when people grow up, we never know how their priorities might change.

Seeing that school life was ending, and we all made like a thousand promises to stay in touch and keeping re-unions to water our plant of ‘friendship’.

Our fate took us to different paths, where Moiz and Hatim shifted to Dubai and Alefiyah shifted to Dares-Salaam. After school got over, we all had a different routine. Our studies were different and the environment was entirely different. Getting busy with life, we missed the happy days of bunking class in school because bunking in college meant a great loss in understanding the subject. Nothing remained the same, except the will to laugh together once again.

After one and a half year of shifting to Dares-Salaam, Alefiyah flew to Karachi for two weeks, where I and Alif met four times. All worries and tensions went out the window and disappeared into the thin air. We laughed, cheered and shared our feelings once again. After a long time we felt like life is worth living.

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Our friendship is like Never Ever, because never, never comes, even when we die, our minds rest with the happy memories of our lives. Hence, our friendship lives through this phase to the other.

PS.Have a safe flight back home! 😉

With lots of love,

Yours sincerely,

Ruqai.

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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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Navratan.

After school got over, I always felt that you can’t let go of those people you knew for your entire life. Well, it’s true, you can never let go of those people, but you ought to meet new people in life and get along with them, that’s how life is.

Coming to Aga Khan Higher Secondary School, I came into an entirely different environment. At school, I met people from my own community but now I got to know people from other communities as well. At first I didn’t know how to respond, there was no hesitancy in means of shyness of anything, but I felt unsure about what I should say; not knowing what they would think about me. With time, I got close to them; and, they to me. I gradually learned that the thin line that I had made between me and them, had slowly vanished into the air, and in no time we had become a crazy bunch of people.

I would never compare my friends, from those who were in school and now in college, but, I know I’m very fortunate in finding good friends here too. So, I call this group of nine crazy people (which includes me) as Navratan.

‘Navratan’ was a term applied to a group of nine extraordinary people in an emperor’s court in India. Some well-known groups are in the Raaj Sabha (court) of King Janaka, Emperor Vikramaditya (Chandragupta II) and in Emperor Akbar’s “Darbar”.(Source: Wikipedia)

The literal meaning of Navratan is nine gems. All of them are gems to me. Coming from an O levels background there were a lot of tussles and wrestles with studies, because the way of learning was very distinctive in means of wrote-learning and ‘rattafying’ (learn something by heart by continuously repeating it). However, I dealt with this dilemma with a little spirit inside me and a lot of encouragement from them.

These are my gems;

First of all:

Aquamarine.

Aquamarine.

Aquamarine; this is the stone to help you be in touch with your spiritual being. This stone is used in deep meditations. It has been called ‘Water of the Sea’. My seat-mate Zahra is like an Aquamarine. She always leaves me with a sense of spirituality. Her sense of humor leaves me awestricken and for her all-time good words we call her our senior citizen. I believe her novel-reading habit has made her a detective, knowing what ever is in our hearts. 😀

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Blue Opal.

Secondly:

The Blue Opal; Opals contain water, which makes them very sensitive to heat. They are soft and can be cracked or chipped easily. Opals should be stored in moist absorbent cotton. And, so should my soft-hearted Atyaba. She’s a strong one on the outside, but emotional and sentimental on the inside. Whatever we say, she stays the same but we can read it from her expressions when something is wrong. A true hard-worker she is, never letting anything make her hopes down. 😉

Then, comes;

Spinel.

Spinel.

Spinel; the name “spinel” is derived from the Greek word for spark, in reference to the fiery red color of spinels often used for gems. Hareem is just like a Spinel, she gives hope when I’ve lost it all; gets me out of that emotional trauma by acting like she is facing the same situation! She’s the stylish one in us. 😀

Then is;

Alexandrite.

Alexandrite.

Alexandrite; Alexandrite is a very rare stone. It was named after Alexander II of Russia as it was found on his Coming of Age Day. My friend Famiya is very much like an Alexandrite; a very rare person. At first, we used to call her ‘Famiya Bacche (child)’, now that I see her true form I realize she has changed colors like an Alexandrite, at last coming out of her shy-shell.

This brings me to;

Diamond.

Diamond.

Diamond; it is the hardest gemstone and one of the most valued. The diamond in our treasure box is Rabail. She is our very own ‘WOODERA’ (land-lord). The fact that we call her by this name is, she is very rough and tough- totally a tomboy by behavior. 😀 But, let me tell you, her intentions are very innocent. No matter how hard hearted she might look to you, if you know her truly you’ll know you are in a great company.

And, then;

Ruby.

Ruby.

Ruby; the ruby is considered to be the most powerful gem in the universe. I find Aamna the most mature one in our group. She has a good control over herself, unlike all others (this is no means of insulting anyone else). To have her, brings contentment and peace. It’s always good to take out the tension of the pressure of studies and she has always been there for that.

Next up is;

Sapphire.

Sapphire.

Sapphire; Sapphire is a Stone of Wisdom, a royal stone of learning, mental acuity and psychic activation, a seeker after spiritual truth. Najia is very similar to a Sapphire. She has a God-gift, that she is truly a genius. She is a very diligent student and a wise one. Having her around, always gives me motivation to study more and more.

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Topaz.

And;

Topaz; Topaz is one of the twelve breastplate stones of the High Priest referred to in the Book of Exodus. Thinking of Topaz, made me think of Wajiha. She is a very good friend to me and her silly jokes literally make us laugh our hearts out. At times, she underestimates her own potential but knowing her for almost a year I believe that she will face all the problems and tackle them being a strong Topaz.

Lastly;

Pearl.

Pearl.

Pearl; the pearl is the oldest known gem, and for many centuries it was considered the most valuable. Unlike all gems, the pearl is organic matter derived from a living creature – oysters and mollusks. I am their Pearl; every day, as I go to college and move to the crowd standing near the main gate, I see them smiling at me. Just like they are special to me, their smiles bringing me utter happiness, telling me, I am too.

Together, we give hope to one another, strengthen one another’s hopes and share it among us all. We help each other and take out new tactics and schemes to deal with studies and all other things that jump out of nowhere at us from time to time.

So likely,

Friends are true gems.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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Forever Friendship…

School life is the best part of life. There was a time, when I used to meet my friends everyday at school. We used to spend so much time together. We had promised each other that our friendship will always be cherished.

Today, although we are physically distant from one another; all of us busy with our own daily schedules, but we still take out time for each other. Just a short chat sometimes proves to be a delightful way of promising a good day ahead.

As I speak of myself, at the moment I am living in Dares salaam, Tanzania along with my family. I shifted here a few months ago. Leaving my friends behind in Karachi was as difficult as it could be. The only reason because of which I feel incomplete, is, THEM. Those friends of mine are more precious to me than diamonds and gold. In fact, it is their friendship which I promise to treasure throughout my life.

A few days ago, I was sitting idle at home, and so, scrolled down the photo gallery in my mobile phone, during which, I came across a few memorable pictures of me and my friends. I was so ecstatic as I gazed over those photographs which brought back screens of memories, laughs, cheers, joys, hugs, wishes, excitement and smiles. I could see each one’s eyes shimmering out of contentment and happiness. Those days were special. Those FRIENDS are SPECIAL. They are the ones who complete me; each one having something unique in their own way. I really miss them.

Sometimes in life, you come across special people; people who change your life just by being part of it, people who make you laugh until you can’t stop laughing, people who make you believe that there really is good in the world, people who convince you to look at the brighter side, people who boost up your courage. And, most importantly, they are the people who make you believe that they will always be there for you, no matter what. Your bond with such people is what FOREVER FRIENDSHIP is.

If you are fortunate enough, like me, to find such valuable friends in life, they will definitely make you feel happy and complete. So, believe that you have a FOREVER FRIEND. As, FOREVER has NO END.

Friends

Alefiyah Rao.

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Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Has it ever happened to you that you forget to wish your best friend on his/her birthday? No, it wouldn’t have, I believe. Such a mean friend I am that I can’t even wish my best friend happy birthday on time and I realize this is the second time I have done the same thing.

I know I am the meanest friend and I don’t even deserve to be forgiven after doing the same thing again but I still would apologize to you. You would give a change to at least apologize, right?

Friends are people who play a major role in our lives. They tease you, play with you, they are there for you in your pleasurable moments and even those times when you don’t have the courage to go to your elders and tell them that I’m stuck in a problem. For me, you are that friend; a friend who is always there for me, a friend who inspires me and motivates me, a friend that tells me ‘I can do it’, and, a friend who I can count on at any time.

I know it seems absurd that you forget that friend’s birthday who means a lot to you, but, I want you (my friend) to know that I have never forgotten you and never will. I’m really sorry and you surely deserve a better friend who can at least remember your birthday. Again, I apologize because I don’t want to lose a wonderful friend like you for a foolish act I did.

Do you know I’m jealous of you? Yes, I am, because, for me you’re perfect. You never make mistakes. You have the easiest and quickest solution for my complicated problems. You’re not lazy like me. You have always got everything organized. You’re the first one to wish me on my birthday and the imperfect, immature me is the last one to wish you.

It’s not that you don’t mean anything to me and I didn’t wish you, it’s my mere foolishness and I am so embarrassed that I couldn’t even do this much.

Happy Birthday! May you always stay happy and stay blessed under the Saya Mubarak of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin Maula TUS.

Your very foolish but grateful friend,

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

Dated: 3rd September 2014.

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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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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 special 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 portraits for it. to share them with my friends and family…I love doing it, clicking 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 others 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

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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 3rd 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.

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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.

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