Memories I – https://ilsarazzak.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/memories/ Memories are ephemeral – I just finished a reading for class tomorrow titled “Pakistan – Democracy After Islamisation”. It presented its own summary of Pakistan’s history, a timeline that was slightly amusing but interesting at certain places. Events kept unfurling, events … Continue reading Memories II – 27th December, 2007
I miss those days when I would sit in front of my screen, and words would string themselves together, and I would just write. Write my heart out about anything, and post it on my blog, and see the views gather really slowly. I would … Continue reading On Writing and Not Writing
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Thoughts, they lead me on and on,
They lead me into passageways,
I restrict them not,
Catch them not,
For they have leeway.
Into the past, into the future,
Not in the present,
They refuse to dwell, where I wish to.
I want to lead my thoughts into
Passages I know.
Yet they put me on a leash,
And I follow,
My thoughts my master.
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Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,100 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 18 trips to carry that many people.
“Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both (jinns and men) deny?” (The Holy Quran – Surah Rahman – Verse Number 16)
It seems that day by day, Allah shows us His Blessings, His Bounty and His Power. And each time, it’s even more surprising, leaving you all the more awestruck. An experience as trivial as Biology practical lessons can be such a resourceful way of discovering Allah’s Infinite Power. The way He has created things, crafting each and every detail to perfection makes me wonder, how did atheism ever come into being?
You look through the eyepiece of a microscope and it’s like peeking into an undiscovered world. To the naked eye, a slide is so small and vulnerable and therein lies an even smaller specimen which you can’t even locate. But once you have focused it, the beauty of what lies before your eyes makes your head spin with wonder. In the transverse section of a root tip, He has arranged cells so perfectly, so properly aligned, in layers measured flawlessly. Especially when it is stained with a dye, it comes out so picturesque and vivid, you never want to stop gazing at it. Dividing cells are so meticulously and wisely separated from the others, His Wisdom speaks through the still artwork we can view. Even the intestine of a seemingly immaterial animal such as a rabbit has a system of these miniscule blocks mapped by Allah Himself. Indeed, each and every living thing’s anatomy has a base plan which humans can never reproduce (SubhanAllah). Surely, Allah is indeed the Omniscient and Omnipresent, as He says in the Holy Quran, “Verily, Allah is the All-Knower of everything.” (Surah Mujadila – Verse Number 7)
Each and every human being has his or her own unique set of fingerprints, isn’t that astounding, how wonderful and fascinating Allah’s miracles are? He has created this world and the entire Universe so impeccably with parallels symbolising His Greatness. The way Muslims perform Tawaaf (circumlocutions) around the Holy Ka’abah is so significantly representative of how the planets revolve around the Sun. His Wisdom and Omniscience is surely Unmatchable. How beautifully Allah puts it Himself in the Holy Quran, “And if whatever trees upon the earth were pens and the sea [was ink], replenished thereafter by seven [more] seas, the words of Allah would not be exhausted. Indeed, Allah is Exalted in Might and Wise.” (Surah Luqman – Verse Number 27)
Praise be to Allah.
In just a few days, I will be stepping into a different phase of my life. I will be stepping from this transit phase between school and college to a higher stepping stone. It isn’t excitement or anticipation that dominates my mind, but more of sadness to leave school behind. Eleven years is just enough time to have my school attributed as my ‘second home’.
It was a place where I found security, guidance, friendship and more than that, love. Love from those who knew me, and those who taught me. The walls were high but I was taught and tenderly nurtured so that I could fly above them with ease and expertise. They were indeed the most secure boundaries I could ever find in my life. It was a safe and happy bubble that I lived in, protected from the harsh realities of the outside world. Laughter and happiness mingled together to create just the right anecdote for any worries and wonderful teachers were always there to lend a helping hand, to welcome a burdened soul into their arms as lovingly as a mother would.
Right from my childhood and now into my teenage years, I have spent the most important phase of my life in that beloved building as I now leave school as a young lady. The Mama Parsi Girls’ Secondary School is an institution I shall always recall with pride. It instilled in me valuable and essential traits; honesty, hardwork, dedication, sincerity, punctuality, without which I would be an incomplete person today. As a teacher once said, we students all enter school as mouldable pieces of clay; today, I would proudly say that my school has done a fine job of crafting us to perfection.
Nostalgia overwhelms me each time I recall school; the giggles, the laughter, the pranks, the heart-to-heart talks, the confessions, the school song that I would still sing with pride….. It is as if a video starts playing inside my head and each time, I struggle to bring those memories back to life. It is one of those chapters of my life that I want to read again and again until I know it by heart. I will miss the wide and long corridors, the biege stone walls that seemed to hold infinite secrets, the old, tall trees which had leaves rustling in the breeze, the windows beyond which lay the whole world unknown to us. . .
During my last few years at school, I aimed to do as much as I could to reciprocate what the School has done for me, but that would truly take an eternity. I hope and pray that the banner of The Mama School flies high for times to come. It is indeed an institution par excellence and for me, it is my identity.