School is the best place that children always remember throughout their life. I feel so blessed by Allah SWT that I had a good school which was Little Folk’s school located at Kashmir road
campus. Learning in that school was actually a dream of my father from early
days of my academic career. The memorable and unforgettable schooling days are beautiful treasure of my life.
Where we had two uniforms white
dress with, white shoes along red V was for the P.T day. And other days we used
to wear the combination of grey and white, with white V and black shoes. My two
naughty sisters were also studing there. That school has lots of loving memories which
always make me cherish. Ms Fatima was my class teacher .She was middle age,
treated us like her own child. Huma, Sandal and Mahjabeen were my good friends.
Madam Qaiser was the principal of that school .A tall woman with long hairs,
wearing sari with so humble and polite nature was actually an ideal woman for me. Miss
Farhana, my tuition and school teacher, was considering herself elder sister of
us. She was again very remarkable teacher of me. One of the funniest things
that our school P.T teacher was bald headed and he used to wear wig under a hat.
He was one of the discussing matter among teachers and student either he got
natural hairs or wig. A class mate of my younger sister Afifa, who was in prep
class. That girl had hassle eyes, was a famous girl of school due to different
rumors about her. It was very famous that she was a witch. That small girl frightened
us, made me along my peer group and my sisters ran the whole ground in recess
time. We had a very funny lala as well. He didn’t take enough time to rush to
that tree, where it was a ring bell under that tree. We with other students
tried to stop him by saying” Lala don’t ring now. We had not finished our brunch yet”, asked him
more time.
As it was a very busy road and there was a church in front
of school. I wanted to know surprisingly about what were the people doing over
there. It was also visible from the balcony of my home. It made curiosity for
me to know what exactly they did. Woman wearing white dress and man was in
black coat singing with holding hands .It
gave us pleasure to see their marriages.
Getting up so early was quite difficult for me. It was much
more irritating moment when my mum said to get up for school and my sisters
Maria and Afifa got ready for school and Miss Farhana would come in few minutes.
Then I had to get up quickly, having an argument that why my mum didn’t make me
first to get dressed for school. She has been scolding me till now for not
having break fast. And I always the same reply for her “Mum don’t have time”.
As I was enough brave girl, always replied those who tried
to make scared about anything that I was born on a defense day so I could defend
myself.
One of my dreams couldn’t come true after my strong
devotions that we had a school band. Students of that band taught beating drums
and flute by the music teacher. They played National anthem for morning and
special events. We had music classes from that teacher in which we leaned to
sing poems with music. We had library, so it was to enhance reading habits
among students. Memories of my school make me happy and missing those wonderful
days. But the fact is they are no more:(
