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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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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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My Librarian.

My librarian – Fatimah Bhen Raziuddin is a kindhearted lady. She might appear to be old as she wears spectacles and has a walking problem, but then she is young at heart, hard working and always motivating. Her face always lit up with a smile which gives her the strength to work at this age. Her age may have crossed 70 but why I think she is still young is because a person doesn’t get old until he himself thinks he is old.

We always hear old people whining about things, and now we even complain about every single problem we come across, but Fatimah Bhen never fusses on about her problems, instead she works in order to over-come them.

When we have any problem, we go and ask our parents or our peers that what can be done, but one who does not have any companion to share with and survives through them is the real winner, such as my librarian.

She has been living in Pakistan away from her family due to some complications. Her family resides in USA and she has been away from them for 8 years now. 8 years back when she had come to know she could not go back to USA for 10 years, she joined our school as a librarian as she had to earn her living here and that is when I came to know of her. She is my relative also but that was not which brought me closer to her, it was her own self which made me admire her personality, and I knew what a great being she was.

On the way to school we had the same van, so everyday I met her, greeted her and soon came to know of her story and gradually I became her friend. I realized what life can be like for some people. Even when she deals with everyone with respect, she is not treated in the manner she deserves to be treated. Some people just don’t care what the other person feels, until they get what they wanted…

My oldie goldie friend taught me good lessons. She showed how you can deal with difficulties when you’re on your own. My faith and belief in Allah Almighty became stronger when I knew she asked Allah alone for help and she got that strength from Him. She worked in order to go back to her family and some time ago I told her that, ‘There are just 2 years left now, why not wait for them to end and go home then?’ Her reply mesmerized me, she said, ‘what if I die in these 2 years and never get to see my family?’ I couldn’t say anything further; her words could not be argued with.

Someone has said that, ‘A woman is a like a tea bag you don’t know how strong she is until you put her in hot water’. She proved this quote right and showed an example to other people that no one can stop one from working to resolve their matters if they have a strong belief in Allah that He The Mighty is looking on His beings and will definitely grant him help.

She has went to Karbala to pray in Moulana Ali AS’s and Imam Hussain AS’s court in the month of Shehrulla il Moazzam to fulfill her wish of going to her family. As there is no matter that has been left unsolved, and no wish that has not been granted there so I pray for her that may Allah Almighty bless her and make a way for her so that she can go back to her family. May Allah grant her a longer life so that she gets time to spend with her family, keep her smiling under the blessed shade of both Moula TUS.

May Allah Almighty grant both our Moula TUS a long healthy and prosperous life so that they keep blessing us and keep us on the right path till the Day of Judgment. Ameen!

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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Happy Birthday To you! :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

A proud MSBian,
Maria Sadri.

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The Barakaat of MSB Assemblies

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

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

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

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Taken in March 2012

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

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

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

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Happy Teacher’s Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maria: Exactly, for us teachers were like the seas of knowledge and talent where we kept on sailing and sailing but it never ended when we were lost they guided us safely to our destination. And you see, what goes around comes around. I’m going through the same trauma of controlling my students and bearing their alternate tantrums and fluctuating moods. So now, I think that they should be valued and be respected the way they deserve. Sarrah: Absolutely my friend! Apart from our parents they are the only ultimate acquaintances who conveyed all the responsibilities of giving us all they could. They were the main sources of knowledge for us. ‘They’ were the ones who should be given awards for patiently regulating us and understanding our problems. And after taking in the dilemma, they would expand our imagination to new things and make us ready to face what life sent our way.

Maria: Hmm and I personally think that teachers invent a new world in itself; they create things into reality, and then inspire us and make us learn. They are the blessings of Allah Almighty to us and the most precious gifts from him to us. ‘We’ the students of MSB are grateful to have these mentors who never stopped ‘or’ will stop guiding, stimulating and loving us. We are thankful to all of them from the kindergarten teachers to the O’levels teachers for their continuous affection towards us.

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

-Sarrah M. Malirwala & Maria Sadriwala. 

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A Plea! A Prayer!

Opportunity knocked our door and we couldn’t just let it go! It was a life time one!

Yesterday at school, we were asked to write an Arzi and join the countless others all over Pakistan in beseeching Maula TUS and His Mansoos TUS to land their barakati feet in Karachi.

And this is the least we could come up with: 

“O Maula TUS! The successor of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA who has blessed limitless bounties on the Mumineen of Pakistan! O the Fatemi Dai, the sultan of all! You are the one who gives and receives; the eternal spiritual Mother and Father of all the Dawoodi Bohras; the King whom angels await to serve.

O Maula TUS! The heavy clouds of sins and grief have consumed us. Suffocation has overcome our choked breaths. Our hearts fail and eyes water in patience of the news of your TUS arrival. The gardens of our soul threaten to wither. The thirst of our forbearance has reached its extent. We beseech You to come and flourish our gardens and arrive on our dry land to quench our thirst. We are like a parched desert-barren and isolated-our sinful existence in need of much awaited emancipation. We are a tree-leafless and hopeless-awaiting the touch of your celestial hand.

O Maula TUS! We dream of the day when the trumpets will be blown again and bands will be played; when souls will be truly alive and bodies will be rejuvenated. When the glorious Fatimid procession will be lead in the streets of Karachi by you TUS in Imami Shaan.

May Imam Hussain SA, who grants what is not even in our destiny, reshape our destiny by giving us the dawn of that day when our tear-filled eyes and parched souls will drink in the presence of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin TUS and his TUS Mansoos, Syedi Wa Maulaya Mufaddal Bhaisaheb on Pak Sar Zameen!” Ameen.

Abeede Syedna TUS

Writer’s Apprentices

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And We Begin!

The world seemed just beautiful and vague-nothing majestic! But, when she polished us, everything became so appealing and bewitching. The grass was just green to us, but after all these years with her, they’ve become to seem prickly emerald carpets.

   

                                                   Writing and Her motivation did the magic.
Maryam Ben Sadriwala has sprinkled her enchanting writing talents on us, because of which we have reached the stage where we can make our own blog and can proudly call ourselves her apprentices.


We are writers, amateur writers, but we know what the art of writing is, as it’s often said “The pen is the tongue of the mind”. For us writing is a form of personal freedom because on paper we can do what we want to do and be what we want to be, we can easily vent our feelings down. Our words don’t need to make sense, if it eases our minds and conserves our memories. What else do we need!!

Well, then because of her, first reading, then writing has become our passion, everyone in the class has become eager to write. Reading is the only thing which makes us away from the real,mean world, and if one is a champion at reading, he will naturally be worthy of writing, as he’ll have the heart of a writer. 
     
A few days ago, She and her friend (our ex-teacher) Zainab ben Sadriwala started a blog – one with the significance of real writers, which became our inspiration towards creating our own blog.

She’s the Writer and ‘we are her apprentices’.

We vow to try our best and to make our audience happy.
Happy Blogging! 
Writer’s Apprentices
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