Katherine:the hajera within by mimi

chapter 9

The day finally came when Liz and I, Mariam, had a big disagreement. As I lay in bed, trying to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened that morning. I remembered how my friend Kat and I would often tease Liz and make fun of her, and how our other friend Dora would just sit back and enjoy the show. But that day, Liz had had enough of our jokes and teasing. She came to school, and Kat and I kept making fun of her. She got very upset and frustrated, and I didn't blame her.

But what really stuck in my mind was the memory of the first day of our unit test. I had been worried all week because I couldn't take the test due to unpaid school fees. My dad was away, and I had no way to pay the fees on time. I thought I was the only one with this problem, but when I went to the lab room, I saw many others in the same situation. Some were stressed, others were worried, but I just felt defeated.

That's when I saw Sidrat-un-Nisa, a friend from junior class whom I had met during our 8th-grade annual ceremony preparations. She was sitting alone, looking a bit lost, and I went over to talk to her. We started chatting, and I was impressed by her simplicity and kindness. She wasn't interested in gossip or drama; she just wanted to focus on her studies and poetry. She was passionate about her beliefs and values, and I admired her for that.

We became fast friends, bonding over our shared love of poetry. We met every day in the lab room, discussing our favorite poets and sharing our own writings. We spent hours talking about life, love, and everything else. Liz, however, grew jealous of our friendship. She didn't like seeing me get close to someone else, but I couldn't help it. Sidrat-un-Nisa was a breath of fresh air, and I cherished our friendship.

As I lay in bed, thinking about all this, I realized that friendships can be complicated. One day, you're making fun of each other, and the next, you're bonding over shared interests. But that's what makes life interesting, right? The ups and downs, the highs and lows, the twists and turns. It's all part of the journey, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Sorrow and remembrance, a bittersweet memory that still lingers in my heart. I vividly recall the day I met Sidrat, a bright and ambitious junior, who wore the crown of love, though she never shared it with anyone. Her poetry, a reflection of her heart, spoke of love and longing in a way that resonated deeply with me.

The poem she wrote, which I still remember, went like this:

-Kya kashish thi unki ankhon me, mat pucho 'Ghalib' mujh se
Dil lad pada ki mujhe wo shakhs chahiye

-Dunya me honge tere jaise aur bhi, magar mukhtasar suno
Hum tujhe chahte hai, tere jaiso ko nahi

-Dil ki umeedon ka hosla to dekho, intezaar uska hai
Jisko ehsas tak nahi,Hakeekat na sahi thoda sa afsana bane
Dil kehta hai, koi mera bhi diwana bane"

Translated, it means:

"What was the magic in her eyes, don't ask me, Ghalib
My heart fell in love with someone I couldn't have

There will be many like you, but listen to this
I love you, not someone like you

See the strength of heart's hopes, and the wait for that personWho doesn't even realize, it's not reality, but a bit of a story
My heart says, someone should be crazy about me too"

Her poetry was a window to her soul, revealing the depth of her emotions. I sensed that she loved someone deeply, but they didn't reciprocate her feelings. Her words were a testament to her love and longing, a reflection of her heart's deepest desires. Her poetry was a reflection of her inner world, a world of love, hope, and dreams.

Sidrat's passion for poetry was ignited by our friendship, and she wrote all her poems herself. Her words were a reflection of her love, her hopes, and her dreams. I believed she had a bright future ahead, and her dream of joining the army showed her courage and determination. But fate had other plans.

One day, she asked me for my English grammar notes, and I prepared a folder for her. But she didn't come to school for a week, and I later learned that she was unwell. I waited for her return, but the next week brought devastating news - Sidrat was no more. I felt disheartened, thinking of her parents, especially her father, who had supported her dreams of becoming a military woman.

The memory of Sidrat still brings tears to my eyes. I remember the line "Kal ho na ho" (Tomorrow may never come) and how it resonated with me during that difficult time. Life is unpredictable, and we must cherish every moment we have with our loved ones. We must appreciate the people in our lives and follow our dreams, just like Sidrat did. Her poetry and legacy live on, inspiring us to love and live fully, to cherish every moment, and to never give up on our dreams.

In the end, Sidrat's story teaches us to appreciate the beauty of life, to love deeply, and to never give up on our dreams. Her poetry and legacy will live on, inspiring us to live life to the fullest.

liz fought with me that day because I'm getting too clos with sidrat i said I'm a girl and she is my friend and you are my friend too not my girlfriend stop making stupid tantrums and act mature what had happened to you what nade you think so disgusting things she said me 'go and go die with her! ' i said 'enough now dont make it serious matter stop it'and everything came to neutral position but stains retained in our hearts were ignored.

On that fateful day, a heated argument erupted between Liz and me. The root of the issue was my burgeoning friendship with Sidrat, which Liz perceived as a threat. She lashed out at me, her words dripping with venom. I stood my ground, calmly explaining, "I'm a girl, and Sidrat is my friend, just like you're my friend. Let's not be ridiculous and act like adults."

But Liz's response was laced with malice, "Go and die with her!" Her words cut deep, leaving an indelible mark on my heart. I firmly retorted, "Enough, let's not escalate this. Stop it right now." The argument eventually simmered down, but the emotional scars lingered, a constant reminder of the pain inflicted.

That day, I learned a valuable lesson about the fragility of friendships and the devastating impact of misunderstandings. I realized that even the most seemingly trivial issues can snowball into something much more sinister. But I also discovered the importance of standing up for myself and my relationships, of communicating openly and honestly, even when the words are difficult to utter.

The memory of that argument still resonates within me, a poignant reminder to cherish and nurture my friendships, to address conflicts with empathy and understanding, and to never let the stains of hurtful words linger.

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