Was bored and going through some draft in my blog & discovered this. Do not even remember why I wrote it all. Good read though.
Do not remember what I did on the day I was born and come to think of it, never asked my Mother and Father about the happenings of that day. February 3rd of the year 1988. Have a big Brother and Sister. And that is our beloved Family of Five. Am like the spoiled brat in the family.
I remember the first day of School, Dad on his cycle. I was holding tightly looking around here and there. There it was, Ameer Ahmed School. Blue just like the blue shorts I was wearing and the badge on my shirt. So many other kids. Dad dropped me off to the classroom and started with the legendry advice. Seems like Mom and Dad wrote this piece of advice together before they had kids. It goes something like this, " Behave, do not touch other kids stuff without their permission, not to be a nuisance to the aunty. " saying this he left.
If I remember correctly I stood on the spot for like a minute and started to cry and ran after dad. I seriously do not remember why I started to cry. Then dad took me to the class room again and told me to stop crying and it will be not long before he comes to pick me up to go home. In fact it was not that bad, we learned about how sound works when glass tubes were filled, each one with different levels of water... and there are some vague memories.
Life as a kid was fun and mostly and always got what I wanted. Did mention I was a spoiled brat. Being the youngest helped. Never was good with sharing stuff. Then school came, another environment, with another whole bunch of new people. Unfamiliar people. Soon to be whom you will count on and love. Lots of hyperactive running around and singing, and the new amazing thing: NUMBERS! Always wondered why it is unlimited. I seemed to have started growing my own character/attitude there: School. Even though I learned a lot in school, I learned more from my parents. Always guided and advised me. Well I was stubborn and still am. A bit.
Mom would shout and scream to wake me up to go to school. She has a Clock which she would make it show the time to what she wanted. Early Morning and on the clock it would be like afternoon. Yes! I fall for that trick each and every time.
Never a worry in the world, always fun and games. My brother was like a silent statue or so, when people are around. Then there are times when we would have karate' fights! He would hang me upside down on places, and in the background mom would be going “Quiet it down you two!!! ". It was so much fun. Then there are my sisters. Yup, besides my blood related sister, there are two more sisters. Love towards reading and writing came from them I guess. And the more reason why sometimes my feminine side comes up (Will go deep into this theory of the feminine side later). Well it was not all happy and fun. There were unhappy times.
After Ameer Ahmed came Kalaafaanu School, I joined the Quran Club. One more thing, Grade 4, the teacher taped my mouth: because I talked too much in class. That day the teacher talked to Mom and despite the fact she was talking to mom about me, I interrupted and mentioned the part about finishing all Home Works and getting A's, which kind of fueled the fire.
After that day I learned a good lesson. Never going over board AND do not get caught. This lesson I learned has helped me so far. Never did my parents have to come to school to hear a complaint from my teachers. In here I kind of started to learn how to make conversations with others,
I even had a crush on this cute girl, think it was in Grade Two. Shafaahath, think that is her name. I always remember her asking me for my ruler. And she did this stupid thing, when the teacher told to leave space in between words, she wrote one word in one line. That is a lot of space. Now that is Young Love!!! Always wonder what she would be like now. How I would like to meet her.
Point to be noted, learned new things on my own. Experienced how to get along with others. At the end of Grade Five, God came.
Ghiyaasudhin School, everyone got separated. Girls and Boys. I for one changed a lot here, got my nickname. Almost everyone called me by that name and lost my real name on the way. Here I got to know a lot of people. Lot of characteristics. Bullies, jokers, emo's and many more.
