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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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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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TAARE ZAMEEN PAR

You must be thinking that I am going to write something on the movie ‘Taare Zameen Par’. Well, you can say so… I am actually going to write something like that movie, but not exactly the same story where you see a child’s life changed. A story of a boy who was nil but had a will, wanted to win, SO WHAT WAS HIS SIN ?

There was a boy who struggled in all subjects and wasn’t able to easily pass his exams. He found all subjects difficult, and was belittled by his teachers and classmates. Slowly and gradually he was losing hope, his effort towards studies was decreasing day by day, month by month, or you may say teacher to teacher. His parents thought he was studying well but in school he wasn’t, his mind would stay in other things, always wanting to be out of the class, his homework would be incomplete on daily basis. Whenever his result came, he used to be shocked because for him it was the most he could study. From grade I-V, no class teacher understood him, in fact, just criticized him and made him lose his hope for achieving better grades.

He was always running away from books, and always unwilling to go to school, but he was good at something, which a teacher knew, who was there for him for 3 years since class 6; that boy’s situation totally changed when that teacher became his class teacher and English teacher in class 6. He didn’t know but he was changing his perspective towards studies. The teacher had an amazing teaching style and she was different than other teachers, that teacher quickly observed that, that boy was happy but wasn’t contributing to class activities or discussions.

Concerned and worried the teacher called upon the boy’s parents and older brother, and made them believe that this boy didn’t show any sign of low intelligence, because he was good at other things but not studies. The teacher made him study well, that boy was good at English (the subject which was taught by that teacher) but wasn’t good at other teacher’s subjects which made his result low graded, he did know the teacher was a blessing for his class and for him.

Later that boy came first in a couple of things, but as always not good at studies.

When he was in class 10, it was his last day of school; many teachers were there in the class to say a final good bye to that boy’s class and him. A teacher psychiatrically said to another teacher “sir, there are some students in class 9, who want to stay in class 9”, (he meant that there are students for whom they do not hope to pass the exam creating a way to degrade students). Another teacher replied “not only class 9, there are students in this class too”. Everyone was just laughing because it was a general talk, no one was pointed out, but there was another teacher who replied “sir, it is good for us, because it would be easy for us to take pictures in school”. That day, that boy had promised himself that he would bring a good result and show it to that teacher who believed in him and those who had taunted. And yes it did happen, that boy didn’t score something big, but it was something good for him than the results of previous classes. The moment when the teacher didn’t give a good impression taunting to a student who may have prayed for her, and yes he did pray, just for the students who were there after him in school, so that they don’t face these kind of difficulties.
That boy was the one who had won first prize in School Photography Competition and was the one who used to cover all the events of school.

Yes, you may have got a hint about who is this story about…
The teacher who changed the boy’s life wasn’t Ram Shankar Nikumbh, the teacher was Maryam Bhen Sadriwala. Who is missed by the students till now, and those who haven’t studied under her, wish they would have done so.

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And, you may also be thinking that the boy who was changed by the teacher would be Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi, in this story that boy was ME, Myself.

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“TAARE ZAMEEN PAR”, what does it mean actually, does it mean that the student are in a form of star on land, On Earth ?
YES ! We are one of the bright stars which live on EARTH, who are not just floating in the sky. Just shining just for a reason, just to give The MOON a company. The Moon is a teacher, who gives blessings to the bright star, you may also believe the Moon gives light to them. The biggest achievement for a star is to become a shooting star, move from one place to somewhere higher. On Earth, shooting stars are made by teachers like :

Maryam Bhen Sadriwala, THANKS to you, MAY GOD BLESS YOU.
Now I pray, which I prayed from my childhood, in the assembly of school. No prayer is prayed without this prayer.
In the end we should all pray that may Allah grant Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin Aqa, who is our ultimate teacher, who lights our ways and gives guidance to us, a long, healthy and prosperous life till the Day of Judgment. Ameen.

Huzefa.A.Hazari – MSBIAN TILL DEATH

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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.

Taken in March 2012

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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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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