The 7th class had intersection role in my life. I have experienced a cold wave with heavily snowfall in winter following of my 6th class. I am a thin, pale and horrified tanager in one photo from the time.
My villagers cast eyes on the sky rather to any demonstration in modern agriculture sector. My father was jobless since several months. He used to act as a Mullah. Finally He was recruited in our school. He was supposed to teach us history and religion what was essential for my education. He pulled me out of disgraces and disappointments aftermath of constantly failure. He has counted on me all time even in peak of my failures I was not marked nil at all in his eyes. I have been witnessed of his whispers with teacher resulting to safer and kind attitude {even some time adulating one} of the teachers with me.But every thing was legal, logic and normal thanks to bitter competition between father and his competitor. Father’s enemies were treating me negatively whether by reducing my marks in examinations or disintegrating me in the class.
School’s administration had been changed to a battle ground what most of time the dilemma was brought to our classes. Every one was claiming themselves as servant of people while others were traitors. My breaths stop by remembering the disgrace in my school now.
…the bell range .Every one was trying to get out through columns of dusty air and noisy classes sooner. Suddenly I heard father scream insulting some one. I was chocked, anxious and pale completely. Father was trying to punish his rival. I was confused really on marking his treatment good or shameful event? Should I have done in favor of father or act as normal student? Stretched line of students was parted by shouting of head teacher as bedroll seeds. Having a strange condition, fathers shout “Be careful, I want my rights. Is it possible to ignore me? Can you do it? “
I was chocked. Honestly I got me as ashamed, weakened, lost figurine. I was confused whether I follow on my jealousy, bullring students, and dirty words of our teacher {specially my father}!Warm and natural relation ship of the Electrons, Atoms and their naturally balance was surprising, amusing, new, serious, and fascinating to me all time. I have the lessons still in my depth of my mind and heart.
Arabic dialects were too interesting to me especially as clue on discrimination of Arabs on women even in their literature. They have special conjugation on male and female case what was funny and interesting point at all. Mathematics was good enough now. I was learning the missed passages by time. But I was board with Math teacher always. He accustomed to be drowsy and always he was looking deeply on the earth for nothing. Father was teaching history. It was interesting to me: having journey in past civilizations of Babul, Younan and Humar, Binu nahrin , Mohanjodaru and historical Egypt . I was discovering myself as complex one in Biology classes.
I had a great time by abandoning my pre friends. My rest time was decreasing in favor of my studies. Not speaking of laughing at my father’s old and thick books I was going through some of them. It was very though to get them, which I could not help my laugh ting.Some time I used to laugh at leather covered books of father asking myself if such old things can lead us to new world! Any how they were father’s book and loved them all them even in respect of father.
My villagers cast eyes on the sky rather to any demonstration in modern agriculture sector. My father was jobless since several months. He used to act as a Mullah. Finally He was recruited in our school. He was supposed to teach us history and religion what was essential for my education. He pulled me out of disgraces and disappointments aftermath of constantly failure. He has counted on me all time even in peak of my failures I was not marked nil at all in his eyes. I have been witnessed of his whispers with teacher resulting to safer and kind attitude {even some time adulating one} of the teachers with me.But every thing was legal, logic and normal thanks to bitter competition between father and his competitor. Father’s enemies were treating me negatively whether by reducing my marks in examinations or disintegrating me in the class.
School’s administration had been changed to a battle ground what most of time the dilemma was brought to our classes. Every one was claiming themselves as servant of people while others were traitors. My breaths stop by remembering the disgrace in my school now.
…the bell range .Every one was trying to get out through columns of dusty air and noisy classes sooner. Suddenly I heard father scream insulting some one. I was chocked, anxious and pale completely. Father was trying to punish his rival. I was confused really on marking his treatment good or shameful event? Should I have done in favor of father or act as normal student? Stretched line of students was parted by shouting of head teacher as bedroll seeds. Having a strange condition, fathers shout “Be careful, I want my rights. Is it possible to ignore me? Can you do it? “
I was chocked. Honestly I got me as ashamed, weakened, lost figurine. I was confused whether I follow on my jealousy, bullring students, and dirty words of our teacher {specially my father}!Warm and natural relation ship of the Electrons, Atoms and their naturally balance was surprising, amusing, new, serious, and fascinating to me all time. I have the lessons still in my depth of my mind and heart.
Arabic dialects were too interesting to me especially as clue on discrimination of Arabs on women even in their literature. They have special conjugation on male and female case what was funny and interesting point at all. Mathematics was good enough now. I was learning the missed passages by time. But I was board with Math teacher always. He accustomed to be drowsy and always he was looking deeply on the earth for nothing. Father was teaching history. It was interesting to me: having journey in past civilizations of Babul, Younan and Humar, Binu nahrin , Mohanjodaru and historical Egypt . I was discovering myself as complex one in Biology classes.
I had a great time by abandoning my pre friends. My rest time was decreasing in favor of my studies. Not speaking of laughing at my father’s old and thick books I was going through some of them. It was very though to get them, which I could not help my laugh ting.Some time I used to laugh at leather covered books of father asking myself if such old things can lead us to new world! Any how they were father’s book and loved them all them even in respect of father.
Very touching story!!!
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