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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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The pressure cooker!

6740_pressure-cookerRemember the movie ‘3 idiots’; the part where Rancho (Aamir Khan) says to his Principal that; “the place where we study is a university, not a pressure cooker”? Well, to be honest, even if it’s not the institutes that put that pressure, the mind always does.

We humans are always fighting; fighting for money, fighting for power, fighting for a rank and fighting to make a place- to make a name in this world. So basically, life is a pressure cooker.

In every part of life, may it be our childhood- adolescence-old age, we encounter difficult situations. At that very moment, it seems like that is the most crucial time of our life, with or without that thing, makes our future.

In childhood, I guess we all have done a lot of troubles and hidden from our parents for doing it. My favorite action used to be emptying toothpastes. I used to relish doing it and I never wanted to get caught (like obviously). I used to act all innocent in front of my mom, and getting a bad lecture from my mom would be like life and death situation to me; taking saliva down my throat would be even so painful to me. Now that I think of it, I laugh over it.

Today, I fear examinations, I fear losing my dream, the dream that I see in all my loved ones’ eyes; I fear of breaking them. I think all the time, what if I don’t do good enough, what if this, what if that and these questions drive me crazy eventually. It’s said that, “ من ذن بك خيرا فصدق ذنه – man zanna bika khairan fa saddiq zannahu” (when someone has good expectations from you, you should make them come true). As I thought of this saying, I went back past to last year when I was about to give the second year of the O levels Examinations.

Before the exams had to begin, the school principal told us a small story of a deaf frog (I hope I remember it right). I don’t remember his exact words, but the plot of the story was that; there was a race held among frogs, at the end of the race they had to climb a hill. Many frogs took part in that race and among all the kinds of frogs, one was deaf. Well then, the race begun and all the frogs bing-boinged and jumped along the race-track. There were a lot of cheers and a lot shouting from the crowd while the participants were climbing the hill. Soon, the race came to an end. Do you know who the winner was, it was the deaf frog. The principal – Janab Ash-Shaikh Ammar Bhai – one of the persons who had a lot of expectations from us, gave each of us a lesson. He told us that in all our times when we want to achieve something big, there are going to be people criticizing us for what we do; never listen to them, listen to your heart, to your Allah who created you, He is your right guide. The only reason the deaf frog won the race was, he couldn’t listen to what people said, he didn’t hear the criticizing comments passed by them- the only reason he won was – he was ambitious. He was dedicated to his goal and he earned it. It was a lesson for me to learn and remember whenever I would be fighting with the pressure cooker.

So then, I learnt this that; no matter how much and how loud we whine, life is always going to be a pressure cooker, be the stubborn potato and never let it boil you!

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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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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