Luckily I passed grade 2 with less embarrassed moments, And after being done with it I decided to join a holy school to memorize my religion book "QURAN" along with my elder brother Nehal. And maybe I came out as an only student who cried when he left his school not only because that I feared of losing my friends but also the teachers and peons of my school. So at the age of eight I left my school and joined a holy school, and for the next four years I stayed away from the school and was determined to memorize our holy book, Quran. And while I took the admission in the holy school my father shepherded our family from my grandfather's house (where we were living in a joined family) to one of the literate society of our town.
From a younger age I was so much inclined towards the holy stuff and I used to have a great faith in God and I hoped maybe memorizing His (God's) book would make me more resisting to all kinds of devilish and filthy stuff but turns out as a failure, and this taught me the significance of FAITH. And as a famous philosopher, Saint Augustine once said, "FAITH IS TO BELIEVE WHAT YOU DO NOT SEE; THE REWARD OF THIS FAITH IS TO SEE WHAT YOU BELIEVE".
"Zayn get up", my mother screamed as it was the first day at my holy school, and I was already late. "Mamma I bet that it's still not the time of the school, let me sleep a little more please", I replied in a whining tone. "Are you in your senses its late now, get up or else I am going to wet you from the up, because you are already wet from the down", she sounded persuasive, sarcastic and a little bit hilarious. "Alas! I regret defrauding my brother's milk shake", I replied in a sedative voice. Whatever I got up in haste and changed my attire, and was prepared to enter my holy school for the first time.
So finally I entered the holy school along with my brother, and we both were handling the pillows as we were supposed to stay there till sundown. "Welcome both of you, what are your good names", the manager of that holy school welcomed and greeted us. "I am Nehal, and he is my younger brother Zayn", my brother replied happily and even he spoke from my side too, but he didn't know that it would cost him his so called ego. "Can't Zayn speak for himself", the manager passed a satirical statement to my brother and literally inside I was enjoying all that and on the other hand it was raining cats and dogs in Nehal's heart. "Yeah go on Zayn introduce yourself to him", my brother said while showing a sissy eye gesture to the manager. "I am Zayn, and it's nice to meet you", I finally introduced myself. And when he saw the pillows behind us he laughed like hell. "Ha-ha what those pillows are for, maybe you both are going to guard the holy school after dusk", he sounded both hilarious and sarcastic at the same time. And what an irony of fate that reluctantly we both had to give that so called laugh at the same time. "Okay follow me, let me show you the class rooms", So he shepherded us to our class rooms and our new life started from here, but before that what embarrassing happened was literally gross, so this is what happened, when I entered the class room with a soi-disant nerdy look on my face to leave an impression as, "first impression is the last impression", I opened the door mercilessly and on the first sight I saw one of the queens of my heart, I mean of that time, she was one of the street girl of my society and I had a huge crush on her, whenever she used to go for cycling I used to stare her from my window, and no offence for that you can call me a nibba because even once I offered her an ice-cream but what an irony of fate that she didn't even look at me, but even then I had my so called vein pretensions to persuade me that she was into me, too. Whatever, the least respect and affection she may had for me was ready to flee away in a second, because as the time I took three steps ahead from the door and bumped my legs into a desk as I was that surprised and joyous to see her there that I forgot to see at my feet and I somersaulted very ghastly into my teacher's desk and on the spot I rephrased that previous phrase of impression into this, "every impression must have an impression", and candidly speaking this impression was enough to galvanize a soi-disant acrobat. After being done with rephrasing I finally greeted my teacher(QARI SAHAB), while the whole class laughed horribly at me and even that street girl was also mocking me and seeing that I had a flashback of a simple favour that I did to that chubby friend of mine in grade 2. But whatever I learned that girls look even worse than Lucifer while they mock boys and outspokenly speaking, I didn't know that this pawkiness of mine would cost me that much.
The first year was fine but less productive as I only completed 5 chapters out of 30 chapters of the holy book and so do the next year so totally I completed 10 chapters out of 30 in two years and it was so disappointing for my dad so he changed my holy school and transferred me along with my elder brother to some other holy school. I suffered and encountered a lot of good and bad there but I would say that I mostly encountered the bad there.
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Innocence
HumorA boy from a typical family suffers an agony, which changes his life drastically into something that he never imagined of. While he encounters all the filth of the world he is determined to strive for justice and vengeance.
