A Thing, Beyond Forever

34.

ZUKROOF 

"An important special case of non-uniform motion along a line is that, which arises when an object is subjected to constant acceleration. This kind of motion is called uniformly accelerated motion"

My physics teacher told us to repeat this stupid definition and as I had always been in a hate-hate relationship with physics, I was feeling sleepy, I dozed off as my face fell, I looked up and he caught me having a quick nap.

"I...I.am...I was..."

"It's okay. It's okay. My voice is like a lullaby to you right? Sleep well, my dear!" He scoffed.

"I am sorry sir. I didn't mean to" I replied. If he couldn't make his lecture interesting, how was it my fault? Where on earth did I do any wrong by dozing off while he was giving a boring lecture?

He didn't say anything and continued his boring "uniform acceleration" till the bell rang.

I whispered Alhamdulilah under my breath and went to the washroom to wash my face. Next period was maths. I had already I missed a term, I couldn't afford to sleep in my maths period.

When I returned, some sir was already there inside. I knocked and peeped in. He nodded and gestured me to come in. I came and sat on my bench. Second row. Next to the wall. Since it was the last day of school. Everyone was present. Including me ,there were 8 girls in the class. And on top of that, I was the only Muslim girl.

All of them from either Kerala or Tamil Nadu. Every day I woke up to get ready to school I prayed for the day I get to graduate as soon as possible. I hated this school. I absolutely and indefinitely hated it. The other day I asked mom whether there was a chance to put me in an another school obviously  hiding from her all the things that I was going through she thought it's because I'm simply denying a "great opportunity" of studying in that school, since it was a very famous school around Kuwait. And that it'd be difficult to do that as I had already joined late. 

 I sighed. "MOM I'M SERIOUS! CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE!" Of course I said that to myself so no one heard except me.

Coming back to the class. He cleared his throat. He was a short, bald, bearded man. And seeing his over-sized blazer on him made me giggle.

He caught me giggling at him. Doomed.

"Hey, you! get up!"

I knew he was addressing me but I still turned back pretending as if he wasn't saying me.

"Yes you wonly" He said in a thick malayali accent. 

I stood up trying my best to control my laugh.

"What haan? Why you ismiling haan?" He asked.

I smiled involuntarily, I just couldn't control myself because of that accent.

He turned to the girl sitting beside me, she was new too. Her name was Sonu. A catholic christian. "Why is she smiling?" 

"She is always smiling sir" She answered on my behalf

"That's right!"

"Oh wokay, don't laugh unnecess-aa-rily" He instructed and I nodded like an obedient student that I was.

He turned around to the board and started writing some definition copying it from the textbook.

"This ij the too-walve chaapter" He said.

It took me a full minute to realise that he meant "12th chapter"

All the boys sitting on the back benches started giggling.