Secret Admirer – Part IV

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A week had already passed and I hated each minute of my life. Why wasn’t he responding? Is he safe and sound? Did he forget me? Have I lost importance in his life? These were all the questions which were going on my mind as I filled several application forms of universities in Canada. With a lot of talking and arguments with my family I was finally allowed to go with my decision of going to Canada for my Masters degree. But honestly, it wasn’t just the studies it was him whom I wanted to get to. I wanted to see him again. Talk to him like we did back then. Why had everything changed so drastically? This is not what I was expecting to become of my life. I want him back. I want his presence in my life back. And I will do anything to get it.

Getting done with filling up all the application forms, I mailed it to the respected universities and wished to get in in any of these now. I knew it will be at least a month until I get to receive some confirmation letter so until then I had to wait and do something else to divert my mind. I was still giving tuitions to little kids and so I had decided to take in more kids since I had a lot of free time in hand. Their examinations were going to start within a few weeks and I had to prepare them to give their best so their parents remained satisfied with me.

During one of the tuition sessions, I was going through my student’s Islamic Studies textbook who was apparently in the seventh grade and as I was flipping through the pages to get the desired chapter, I came across something, I don’t know if it was Allah who on purpose let me come across it or it was me who was unconsciously looking for a way to feel peaceful that Allah will help me in this situation. What I read was,

“The Imaan of a person cannot be true until he has more trust in that which is in Allah’s Hands than that which is in his own hands.” (Ali Ibn Abi Talib R.A)

This instantly reminded of how much I was trying to take things in my hands lately. I was partially going to Canada so that I could get him back. I had applied to those universities so that I could be with him. But I failed to see the part that probably this was something good for me, that this must have been Allah’s way of telling me that He has got something else for me because my choice wasn’t the right one. And how many times had I deeply prayed to get him? All I did was take decisions that I will do this and that and get to see him in no time. Instead I could have applied to the universities and kept my faith in Allah that if what I was trying to reach isn’t good for me than probably He would never let me come close to it.

A month had passed and I had received no acceptance letters from any of the universities I had applied in Canada. But this time instead of being disheartened I thanked Allah because I knew He was protecting me from something which was probably not right for me. Hence, I had applied to universities within my own home town. Then one day I received a call from one of my university friend. She wanted to give me the news of his arrival for marriage purpose. She informed me that he was getting married and hence he is coming back to celebrate the occasion with his loved ones. Yes, it left me broken. But only for a week after which I was slowly able to take in the fact that he was not the best for me and Allah has something else for me in store now so I better not whine and cry but rather just keep my faith in him.

My studies had again started in a new university this time which gave me the opportunity to make new friends and I was once again enjoying each and every moment of my life but this time with a firmer trust in Allah. And then my trust in Allah strengthened when one day I had an expected guest at my house. It was him. It wasn’t easy facing him after such a long time and what had passed in between that time. But anyways, I stood up straight and strong, smiling with confidence at him. I let him in where my mom was also delighted to see because he was the her favourite among all my university friends. As he seated himself on the sofa, my mom left to get him something to eat and drink. It really felt awkward trying to start a conversation.

He finally broke the silence with an apology for not responding to my emails. He started with his whole story about how his father had turned old and was not able to get a job and so he had to take the initiative of applying to a job. He still had younger siblings who needed to study in good institutions. He was working by day, taking classes in the evening and studying for the remaining of the night. Life was very difficult establishing himself in a different country where he had been for the first time. Now that he is finally done with his studies, and having a well paid job his parents are looking forward to him to getting married. As he said that, my mother arrived with some biscuits and a cup of tea. She had heard him speak of his marriage and so she congratulated him on getting married soon. On which he said that he was yet to find a wife and for this reason he had come to visit them. This gave me a shock. Like did I really heard what I just heard. He then told my mother that his parents had always liked me and have recently suggested him to ask for my hand. I couldn’t face it. I was blushing, my cheeks turning pink, I felt a little embarrassed about that. My mom went a little hesitant until he said that he just wanted to have my parents and mine approval and once they agree he will officially come to propose with his parents. I looked at my mom who was now beaming with happiness and that was the time I realized, this was the moment which Allah was trying to save for me which I couldn’t have gotten if I had been accepted in any of those Canadian universities.

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Secret Admirer – Part III

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We were walking over the red carpet, the music playing in the background, heading towards the stage, slowly and steadily, our heads rose high up, looking straight ahead towards the path where we had always longed to be. It was the day we were getting graduated, finally we were going to get the reward of our hard work we had done for the past four years. I was glad that now I will be entering my professional life.

As I walked over the stage I saw my parents sitting in the audience and beaming at me. Luckily they had got the first row so they were able to watch me clearly being awarded with my degree. They clicked pictures of me while I was shaking hands with the director of the university. It was a moment of pride not just for me but as well as for my parents.

After collecting the degree I headed straight to my friends since we were not allowed to meet our parents until the whole ceremony ended and we were done with the photography session. It was a moment of utter happiness for all of us and we got into the ritual of hugging each other. Funny, but we had tears in our eyes and we were not sure if it was because we were happy to be graduated or sad to be having to leave each other now. All of us had different plans and routes. One was getting married, the other was moving to Saudi Arabia with her parents, two of them including me were yet to decide what we were supposed to do and one had already got a job in a renowned organization.

Moments passed and the ceremony was finally over. Finding my parents waiting for me outside the auditorium I hugged them both and then we left for home where a party was already waiting to celebrate my achievement. It consisted not only of my family members but also my relatives and few of my parents’ family friends.

Fortunately the party got over early. I really wanted to have a good night’s sleep after such a tiring day. But one work was still pending before I shut my eyes for a peaceful night. Taking the camera from my mother’s purse, I switched on my laptop and connected it to the camera. Saving the pictures on my laptop I signed in to my email account I attached the pictures to a new email message. While the pictures were getting attached I started to write my message,

“Hi! How are you doing? We haven’t been in touch lately but here is what you had asked for. All of our friends have sent you their regards and we really had lots of fun today. Though it would have been more fun with you around but anyways good luck with whatever you are doing. TC!”

Love,

Your best friend.

I read the message one more time to check for any errors and clicked the send button. I prayed to get a quick reply from the recipient. Want to know who the recipient was? Well, yes you guessed it right? It’s him! But wondering how he went to where he is right now? Hmm…that’s a long story and in order to get to it we need to go back to my first semester. Could you recall? We were together in the same class and friends’ group. We had turned into best friends and life had turned into what I had always wished for.

But after that had come the vacations, during which he had applied for his studies in Canada and luckily he got the acceptance letter. True, that first when I had got the news it was extremely devastating for me and it took me several weeks to realize that it was really happening and there was no way I could stop it. I was glad that with the start of my second semester I got busy with studies and assignments and to top it all I had started to give tuitions so I can divert my mind.

Once he had moved to Canada, we had kept in touch through emails. Chatting was not really possible because of different time zones and our busy schedule but we managed to, or rather I managed to keep him updated with the latest happenings between our friends and in the university. His responses were slow and I assumed that its reason was mainly his encounter of such a big a change. But today after clicking on the send button all I wished was to get a good reply from him, one which will include everything about what he is doing currently and something which could say that I was still his best friend….

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Is this your Aazadi?

So you are young, energetic and full of liveliness. You want to do something loud, something that will prove you are in your adulthood.

And so you decided to remove the silencer off your bike and roam the streets of your country, not caring about people with a weak heart, not caring about kids that you will scare to death and not caring about the absolute risk you are putting towards your and others life.

Or, worse you will do is burst crackers at your area which turns out to be more terrible as it wouldn’t allow your neighbours to be in peace for the whole night. Unfortunately, they will have to pay a heavy price today and for every Independence Day to come.

How can I forget the constant firing which takes life of a loved one who though doesn’t belongs to you but is part of someone else’s life.

But you won’t care because you are young and you are supposed to live your life to the fullest. Believe me, if that weak hearted person was your father, or that little kid who isn’t able to sleep was your own blood you surely would have given a thought.

If you really want to prove that you are filled with energy and strength then utilize it somewhere which will bring a smile to someone’s face. Volunteer to raise funds for the poor. Build a poor family a house for shelter. Distribute food among the hungry children you see on the streets. Do something that will bring good to your own country so that everyone then could proudly say, ‘Pakistan Zindabad!’