The day...

Ding- dong….. The canteen bell rang. After performing the namaz and reciting Quran, students started running to the canteen. a queue is must for getting snacks and thus, intention of everyone is to be the first in the queue. That time I heard someone saying “Usthad called Umair”, unexpectedly I stopped and perplexed for a second. The fear covered me “O h Allah.. Usthad’s call, early morning, for what?” my heart chanted I stood with shivering foots near the door of Usthad’s room. The smiling face of Usthad cooled me down. He was sitting in a chair and a mobile phone in his hand “Yaseen your father called me and told you are an uncle since today” my sister gave birth to a baby. I felt very happy and tears filled my eyes. My desire to go home increased but the monthly examination has been decided to conduct in these days I decided to go to home after examination in the day of seventh for hair cutting and other programs related to that. I have a small family having my father, mother, two brothers and sisters. Now it reached eight.

The days have been going fast. The examination passed with delight. The day came. It was special for me to play and pause on the day. Event was on tomorrow morning. I went to ustahd’s room for taking permission from Usthad at evening. He said “it is tomorrow so you can come tomorrow morning”. I returned to my room and I pressed and ironed a good dress hopefully to go home. I want to go my home early morning so I shared it with my friends but the result came in an unexpected way when I went to Usthad room at early morning Usthad said to me “you can go after breakfast 9 30” I informed the long way before me to reach home but Usthad don’t give me permission ,again I informed that I will reach in home being late so I can’t present in the function. But the decision was final. I returned with a gloomy face like an animal thinking about a lost prey, the drops of my tears were too salty of sadness I returned to the class and sat on the last bench in our class room with swelled up heart “don’t you go home student asked to me but it was impossible for me to answer them with my slipped tongue My heart swelled more and more

The Usthad came to the class after some time and students stood up. He threw a look to my face and made out that something had lost. He started the class in the name of Allah students were fearing that they haven’t understood the “ishtia-al bab “ which had taken before But Usthad changed the nahv class to a Historical story

It was about Umar Qadi (peace be upon him) who was a freedom fighter in the history of Indian Independence without anyone to replace his position and he was a glory for Muslims in Kerala gave up his living place and house for learning spirituality and he got god’s will. When he was studying in dars a letter came to him but he was too busy to read the letter. After some months one more letter came to him, again he kept it in his box. After a long time at the time of Dars-off he saw the two letters and he read them at a while. Now his eyes were filled with tears and became silent for a long time. The matter indicated by the letter was obituary of his father and mother He thought “to see whom I should go home my beloved father and lovely mother is not there ……. ”He stayed in Dars itself and cleared his doubts with Usthad. The man who has submitted his life for learning in his child hood is shining today than yesterday was. World Muslims will be always blessed with his great memories…….