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;

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.

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. 😉

Different Flowers in the Same Garden

“Sisterhood is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest.”  ~Margaret Mead


I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was actually helping that person with whom I’ve been fighting most of the time. Yes, to that person at whom I’ve mostly yelled at. With whom I’ve never really shared ‘the angelic bond of sisters’ which usually sisters share.

We were actually having a great time! I was lovingly teaching her how to carry her elegant rida after her misaq, how to do her hair and how to tie the flap. We had a photo session after that and then, it all ended with a tight hug which warmed our hearts. Obviously, we always knew that deep down inside there’s a strong bond which nobody can shake. But that day we were sure.

Soon, I narrated all this to a really good friend of mine. And she surprisingly stated “Are you alright, Sarrah? Hearing all this senti stuff about ur sister from you is actually shocking, man!” I was like, “Don’t you know? An intellectual and an emotional soul lies beneath this funny, idiotic Sarrah Malir” She immediately replied, “O yea? I’m noticing these days that you are actually changing—getting sensible!”And I said, “No no. You’re just getting to know me better. 😛 Or yeah like seriously, you know what time and experience does… But I tell you one thing, I’m secretly surprised with this incident myself”

Obviously, anybody would be shocked to hear that ‘Sarrah Malir’ was doing the girly stuff to ‘Alifya Malir’. Me and Alif? We are different flowers in the same garden–creatures from different planets. We don’t even look alike physically nor do our personalities match! Her sensibility, simplicity, patience and maturity at a young age is what makes her unique and leaves me wondering, how is that possible with ‘my’ sister? A very few number of teenagers are like that. I was myself was so hyper, idiotic and a ‘bit’ insensible at her age.

Well, these traits make her admirable. Yes, this is what makes you special Alifya! I love you, my nerd-yyy . And I do care a lot for you. You should just be thankful to me for not revealing the crazy side of yours and your nickname, of course. 😛 But remember, I’ll always keep eating your junks and using your belongings without your permission and will keep on irritating you. After all I love doing that! HAHA. *evil smile*

That’s how (most) sisters are! That’s how we are! 😉

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir