| He finally decided to get up, make wazu, say his prayers I ask ALLAH to help him his over coming his nervous I ask him for success in future. |
It was the last day of his freedom, in a sense it was because he was going to step into the world of practical life; Yes, the much awaited Job from the next day. He was nervous, standing in the cool dark night in his apartment’s balcony with a map of coffee, looking sown at lights of the city and cars passing-by, he was feeling very nostalgic.
In his mind’s eye he could see himself going to school with his mother taking small, tentative steps; the very initial step for what he was today. He remembered his teachers helping him to read and write, and later in life to imbibe knowledge from his ever increasing environment. He kept climbing the stains to his bright future. Oh! How he used to study to get first position in class, how his parents and teachers always helped, encouraged him his efforts soon he was discussing with his teachers about the subject he should choose in IX finally he become a biology student How much he got tense ones his first board examinations. He studied very hard & he was contended with his result which speared him on to work even herds in the days to come.
School & college days just flew by & 10! And behold he was a student in the department of pharmacy in university.
Life here at the university was totally different that of school & college.
He had to adjust himself to the new surrounding, to all comings & goings, the endless assignments, the sleepless nights. By the end of 1st semester he was glad as well as astonished to find himself in a group of students, all of then used to have fun together & do combine studies as well he was glad he got one all the mathes quickly. He started studying ever hard to keep himself away from unnecessary entanglements clever of him!
Including toward, his goal his 4 years had passed, now only 1 year was left, then how was going to be a pharmacist, what an exciting thought it was! He backed away from the railing of the balcony I sat on the comfy chair, standing at the starry night. His trip to the past was over. He knows he was going to miss all those days, fields, teachers, punishments, assignments very much. The feeling of nervousness overpowered his sadness of leaving university. He was getup afraid of his boss. Don’t know why the word “BOSS” conversed up a picture of a stern, strict & story person who is hard to please. He laughed sheepishly one this. Boy! He was acting like a child who was going to start school. How naïve of him’s but after all it was not his fault that he was thinking like that it was his friends I other people who had mail the boss appear die a Bas guy, A villain Though he had done his internship in an industry but still I was not like working there like an employee, facing deadlines etc. His mug was empty now, he felt tired of thinking about the next day. He finally decided to get up, make wazoo, say his prayers I ask ALLAH to help him his overcoming his nervous I ask Him for success in future. Sighing, he got up, thanking all his teachers in imagination for helping him reach the goal. He now understands that he could not repay his parents & teachers for all they had done for him. He prayed silently for their health, long life & scone in the Hereafter. He met back to his room for special prayers & then he tried to sleep.
A new dawn will come, a new day will start. Well, readers, it’s but that teacher & parents play an vital role in a one’s life they help us to become a useful member of the society. Respect your parents & teacher obey then & pray for their health & success in the Hereafter so, in essence this in a tribute to parents & teachers from a very humble son & student.
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