I Want To Be A Child Again!!

“A DEFINITION NOT FOUND

IN THE DICTIONARY

Not leaving: an act of trust and love,

often deciphered by children”

― Markus Zusak

In my life, there was time when I was a child – having independence and contentment. But when I turned older and older, I thought myself as a lucky person, to know and experience the world, however now a time has come when I am utterly a young woman, but I want to be a child again!

The question is; why I want to be a child? Why not a philosopher or an artist or maybe a fairy?

• Because childhood is a time, when you feel all the great powers stuck in you with linchpins. Power to be an explorer; when I used to play in mud, I never feared insects or germs, always turned up with new things and felt snug.
• As long as you are a child, you have freedom like heaven. No secrets, no fights and all you know are the expressions of smiling and laughing.
• While you are a child; you are a teacher - you teach elders to protest so badly for something you can not get, and if you never get – you teach to not be a sad soul for prolonged period.
• Since, childhood is the name of breathing your life in pure oxygen, where you are happy, make friends, make love with your parents, have endless time to do what you want to do.

 And so it’s never too late to be a child even when you are older as of 80 years old. Because being a child would be more preferable to end global problems in world – I consider. A child is a stubborn figure, if we be like him with senses of positive change, terrorism can die and bliss can live among us.

“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”
― Tom Robbins

Brushing Off The Past (Poem)

It was my spirit glutted with fleshes of past

It was me who kept the memories amassed

Tosses and arcs of that time never got apart

But was strained to forget olden times with art

Ancient time was hamlet of my offbeat thoughts

There I cry & spry. High & sly. Bright & in fright.

However records fled elsewhere yakking ciao

Nurturing - never pour yourself in memory nohow

Tisn't a miss what history showed me, nay forget!

Never dwell so deep then I got to be well-whet.

Review: English Textbook Of 10th Grade (Sindh Textbook Board Jamshoro)

If Book’s lush friend of mine; 

Succession in plush is mine.   

The English textbook of Sindh Board is an academically cultured book which has got worldly wise and sacred knowledge being conveyed by different tales, verses and dramas. With such remarkable contents one can find out exact sense of living not just existing. The book contains fat and my much loved area of history as Khybar Pass, African villages and customs of Pakistan and etc-etc. But the most interesting feature of this book is that it carries dry subjects like history so surprisingly splendid. Not only this, moreover this book enlightens common topics so sound that one would find a great reform in his/her life after reading those topics like respect of seniors, unity, protecting your kinfolks, sharing, tolerating, serving and every positive aspect that hits your wits.

Being a massive enthusiast of poetry; I will be mad about the range of poems which are so infrequent and in fact which reflect to some magnificent messages for mankind. And this book is so simple that one can study it himself/herself as it provides you dictionary for each chapter or poem with handy exercises.

As a matter of fact, that this book has forlornly been same for years when I suppose my parents were doing matriculations. I would also criticize this book for not changing it but also for not perking up the quality of book. You see, with no doubt range of poetry is brilliant but if the editors put poetries of enhanced rank then it will be a master deed. Because before matriculation we learn brand new English books from Oxford’s, Cambridge’s and Harvard’s editions but when you come to senior classes and have to study some low rank book? It blows my brain. This book has not been modernized with the present affairs of world, I mean this should be full of fresh facts of world, some great poetries of like Shakespeare, Robert frost and etc-etc. Should also contain new English which is well spoken through out the world with pure vocabulary. In reality if something is so uncomplicated with interesting text it might not magnetize you to pick it even so this book shall be customized in new version of colored pictures, new fonts, well quality of paper, new layout of front page and new contents. So if these things are concerned by the educational communities, we might discover things way too improved as this book is supplied to every student in interior areas of Sindh and students will definitely find some great awareness and a door will be pushed open towards enhancement.

I am optimistic that one day this demand will be put into practice and children will boom themselves by learning this book. INSHALLAH!

Rahega Yaad Mujhko School Ka Ye Zamana (Special Poem Of Farewell Party)

Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana

Agarche zindagi k safar ka nahi koi thikana

Wo larkiyon k chamakte chehre

Wo larkon k spikes hawa me lehre 

Wo teachers k lectures or students ki ninden

Wo badalte pehlo or bechain karwaten

Or wo students ka P.E period k liye tarana, marna, rona or rolana

Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana

Tazadon ki duniya me ajab haal dekha

School ki dress pe backcombing ka jamal dekha

Wo classes ka bunk karna or Sir Amjad ka chilana

Wo bhaagte bhaagte hamara hi chup jana

Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana

Fakhr ki susti, sote hue Anas ki oong

Mehran ki Khamoshi, Nusrat ka hasna

Or Abdullah ki pur israar sarghoshi

Marvi ki la-parwahi, resham ki chalaki

Alag andaaz the class k 

jese pagalon ki ho toli

Class me pichay bethay khana peena

Ab bhi yaad hai humko Miss Shaheena ka zamana

Math k Guru Shehbaz Saleem or Madiha

Samajh Samajh k na samjhe Maida or Abdullah

Lete the anraiyaan or kam tha bs sona;

Yasir, Anas, basit or Rida

Thin Maham hamari Shakira

Sath me Umama bhi Obama

Tha hamara bura haal 

Dekh k into taal (Tall*)

Weengus or Khooban

Kitni tez hai inki zubaan

Sath me bara bara khandaan

Hoga na ye dosti ka zamana purana

Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana

Aabii duago hai sab k naseeb bhale rahen

Labon se lab mile rahen

Dilon se dil mile rahe

Gunche Khuda k yunhi sada khile rahen

Rahega yunhi shaad The Educators school hamara

Rahega Yaad Mujhko School Ka Ye Zamana 

Puppy Adoption: 3 Hours

Since the time my brothers considered some worldly understanding between the beings, they’ve consistently shown great love for animals. I’ve seen whole lot of children loving animals but haven’t ever and might never see admirers of animals like my bros. When our parents plan to buy a big house in future, they nary miss a single shot to hit their plans of; adopting dogs-puppies, cats-kittens, birds, sheep, goats, fish, lions, insects – in fact they are planning for a zoo. (Ugh!)

A child would never step out of the boundaries of any limits stretched by their parents, but here I don’t see any animal restriction especially from my Father’s side. Actually they should take care of us too, that my sister and I are (Dorks!) afraid of all animals, insects and birds. Thanks to mother who’s a cleanliness-lover and she protects us in someway as she never wants to have any mess around home by animals. So for that cause we do not have many animals around home, but I see my Future-Home full of ‘em.

Currently we have two parrots, a bird, pigeons, mosquitoes and a few cockroaches that often visit my washroom and make me scream as if my throat would come-out and pass by the board. But my brothers, Salman and Kumail have been blabbing about getting them a kitten or a puppy. WHAT?! Puppy: for which mother would kill us because she’s afraid her most invited guests Farishta (angels) would run away. Or, Cat: for which I learned a few months back that if any single hair of a cat enters your throat, you’ll face a severe disease which will swell your throat up (Maybe-For-Lifetime!)

I’m…….. Petrified!

Cause Baba would never say no to their demand. Since I have done great struggle to hide Salman Kumail’s desire from Baba, I think this won’t work longer and someday bros would tell father about it and he’ll get them a dog or a cat?!

I’m…….. Petrified!

19^th January, 2013 – There was no any sign of pet demand from my brothers’ side, nowhere. It was a sun-drenched morning; cause of holiday Salman and Kumail went outside to play with their friends. Baba as always was busy with some of his to-do home and office work. Mother was busy in cleaning home. Both sisters; Fiza and I were doing breakfast. All of a sudden, we all heard mama’s cell phone ringing. It was Baba. Mama’s expressions turned over while responding Baba and then got even worse when I heard her shouting ‘A DOG?! WHY DID YOU BUY A DOG…OK’
Then Mama cut the call. She was uptight. Fiza was tickled pink while I was confused. No one said more when Mama explained the whole story that your father has bought a dog gift for your brothers and that Mama herself was upset to hear such news as she was worried for her prayer angels. J

Around 12:30 pm I heard the entrance door being knocked and I identified who it was - Salman and Kumail can’t ring house bell as of their little height. I opened the door.
‘Salam’ I said.
Without any reply Salman and Kumail screamed, ‘Puppieeeeeeeee’ hopped inside the home and with their hands full of puppy they started dancing in thrill.

To be honest, watching them yelping, dancing, laughing and actually finding a new friend was a mesmerizing experience. I then didn’t say a word but joined them in their laughs and games. Soon after preparing our minds for a new family member, we made the puppy have milk with some dog food. It was novel effort of petting, certainly unique in its best habits. But soon or late the situation had to come when we had to say see-off this endearing chocolate-colored puppy because of some reasons. Frankly, as I saw the shine in the grins of my brothers I couldn’t help but would do what they cherished, and in one way or another I had some starting thoughts for the new comer in our home sweet.

Oh boy! Mama just ordered me to wrap up puppy’s bits and pieces. This was a horrible moment since my siblings and I had the puppy’s name planned ‘Spike or Spiky’ and his toys, his food-pots, his clothes, his belt and more-more. But….
‘‘Take care luvy spike.’’

These hours made me grasp how hard-hitting it is to depart from a family member having 3 hours bond and what about those with whom I have passed my whole life? Or how hard at times it turns to accept someone as your family?

I respect animals and even their feelings, it may sound funny to those who don’t respect any being on this planet or if you do so, what would you’ve done in my place with such circumstances?

The Desire Of Doing O & A Levels

I vividly remember that golden time of 2011. I had a great bunch of friends back, though the best ones forever used to be together with me, discussing every bit of our lives and every type of topic concerned to our future, past, routine and etc-etc. My lot of best pals always spent school-time together specially break-time, because we often had to sit poles apart in class according to Sir Amjad’s (principal) opinion that if we sit together we would talk a lot though those moments for us were really considered significant to talk than to study. Juvenile us!  

Fatima, Weengus and Resham and I –the pals- always stood behind our class’s window in ground at break-times. From there we could capture every speck of ground-floor of school; as a matter of fact we never, ever left a single thing to get hunted of our gossips. We together used to eat, gossip, make fun and predict our lives before and after graduation and a lot more. One day, Weengus –the bug of great news- came with an idea for her future plan with an ear to ear smile. She told us that she wanted to do levels after 8^th grade. We were jaw-dropped to hear a new thing like O and A levels. Our brains required urgently inquiring for such a new thing, and then she informed us about it relating to every feature of it. Well, its kind of zenith-stupidity but I there and then made a decision to do the same.

In those times I was newly interacting with Sir Farooque (math teacher) while attending extra English classes at Alpha Institute. I was literally impressed by his horse-sense, so I told him about my decision and he thought for long of about 6-7 seconds and then he smiled and said ‘Good idea’. Subsequently, he then started to make me aware of the studies I was supposed to do for levels. In the meantime, I seldom discussed it with father and he used to take it so light that one day he exclaimed ‘YES’ to it. I flew up to the sky when I heard Baba letting me do it in future, (Wow! That feeling)

Time was passing on and my zenith-hopes were getting stronger from strong. I used to give damn certain looks about my plan; I almost uttered this decision to roughly every person in my circle.

But when time came my Baba talked me into not doing the levels?!

I was ruined deep inside. I was irrational and tensed. Baba had some reasonable reasons that I understood soon after. Because it was an order from the ‘Chief Justice’ of my home, I couldn’t do or say anything further.

However, if someone’s questions can even make me realize some positive thing in me? I would be thankful to that person. During the period in-between, Sir Farooque always used to ask me; ‘Will you be able to give 4 hours of study to math only? And some more hours to others subjects?’ Fairly, I think he wanted me get geared up mentally for it. His questions always made me fear from doing it. That proves my wills were not strong enough neither my protest to do it in anyway. We used to discuss it a lot and he always helped me get inspiration from several students of O & A levels but possibly something somewhere in me wanted to give me some bang in order to boast up my will power. And probably that was the best thing I learned from that time. That no matter what you are doing or how much hard the situation gets you always have to give your 200% of willpower, hard work and if you can’t do it, I pray for you to get the same bang of knowing ‘how to get your desires done’.

Afterthought, I’d thank both good men Baba and Sir Farooque for creating such situations which were certainly hard on me but still somehow that made me realize.

Neither Weengus, nor I did levels.