Ramadan Kareem

It’s always the changing wind that hints to us,

A month is here full of mercy and trust.

The daffodils, the lily, blossom early in the morning,

They greet the people and appear charming.

It’s the time, we find people engrossed in prayers,

Glossing their heart and soul with colourful layers.

Photo Credits: Ahmer Khan

The dazzle of food is like never before,

Cherries, strawberries, and dates galore.

And I fast knowing hunger of the poor,

Giving alms to needy, and pray for their cure.

I feel the dawn, I feel the dusk,

Can feel the fragrance of that heap of husk.

O' people let us love, let us share,

For surely this month, we ought to care.

A River That Flows

                                                     

It is said "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans. If you want to make Him laugh even harder, tell Him how much you know."

It’s strange how people around the globe keep planning about their future, not knowing if they are going to see the tomorrow they are planning about. Perhaps, hope is what makes them do so.

Still, life does not provide you everything you desire for. It’s like some divine power is processing our desires and wishes and executes them the way it wants. People try to fabricate their lives in the most preeminent way possible. But it’s a fact that life is not as one would have wished it to be. It seems to me that life is like a river that flows of its own, not concerned about the wishes and aspirations of those inhabiting around. Thus like a river, life is self directing, in a way asking us to follow and takes us where ever it feels like going, through and over the barren rocks or along the gardens full of flowers.

Photo Credits: Saalim Maqbool

Life can also be regarded as the wind which blows directionless and may prove harmful and once given a direction help boats to sail to their destination.

From what I have figured out, the best way to live one’s life is not trying to give direction to the swift flowing river but following it wherever it takes you in a way that it befriends you and with time can’t move around without you.

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” ― Albert Einstein

BEING A BURNHALLIAN

From the dawn of human civilization people have been engaged in the teaching and learning processes. Life perhaps is an unremitting utilization of the experience, one gains from day to day life.

I was a fistful of clay when i was put in a room full of other small mounds of clay. I didn’t know what i would be transformed to as i didn’t know what i am. The time passed and i realised that i was being acted upon by some dexterous moulders who were trying every now and then to give me the best possible shape. The tint of personification and experience was what made me a sagacious human creature and that is why i feel that although i am a product of God’s creation but what i have been transformed to in my life is mainly due to magnanimous effort of those skillful moulders.

Today looking back at the time that has passed, one wonders how fortunate are the ones that have been a part of this big establishment. The best platform for learning after mother’s lap is one’s school and it is this difference of school that creates people with different contemplative minds and different thinking. Burn Hall school has not only provided an extended platform for exploring the talents within, but has also played a major role in integrating these talents together to create bigger avenues that have proved fruitful for the students and the society at large. Being a student is always joyful and what else one can desire if he is an eternal part of ‘this’ school. The school has unwrapped the gifts the creation has bestowed upon us and taught us to use them in a rational way. One feels proud to be a Burnhallion and feels blessed for it. For all of us it has been a home away from home. Not just because we have spent more time in school, but because of the warmth and genuine affection that persists within this family.

The school days have undoubtedly been the most joyful days and the memories of being with friends, that first act of sharing and building a relationship with the unknowns are some divine things that one can learn in his lifetime. The atmosphere within the school is of heaven, perhaps ineffable because everything seems to be so perfect that it is beyond one’s imagination. Perhaps out of love and compassion; i always see angels moving around in the compound every now and then thus making me strongly believe that it is one of the holiest places i have been to, a place touched by GOD’s grace and blessings.

I have heard that if one teaches you even a single word, you ought to respect him/her. And with so many teachers and so many words taught it seems that our entire lifetime is insufficient for paying back what the teachers have given to us. The peculiar teacher -student relation is something that makes this school a little different from others and a little special.

The impact the school has left on each one’s mind is beyond the understanding of mankind and wherever we go and whatever we pursue the feeling of being a Burnhallian will always remain with us and will motivate us and enthuse us to do the impossible and facilitate to make benefits for the society as well as for the entire mankind.

The spirits enthused, and the minds nurtured,

By that very thought of me.

Blessed seems me and blessed seem others

By that very shower of thee

SAALIS MAQBOOL                            dated: 18-10-2010