The Beginning

30 11 2012

book

I remember my very first days in university. After all the work and long hours of preparation it was nothing less than a great happiness when I came to know that I’ve got admission where I really wanted to finally! And so with some hope and uncertainty, a bit of fear and a lot of excitement I welcomed my first day at uni.

When I think about what I expected uni life to be I can’t really remember what my thoughts were precisely. In fact, having no older sibling I didn’t have much of an idea what life at university is and how it would be different from school if not similar. So basically I had no expectation of any sort just a lot of “can’t wait for it” feeling and all….

And so the first semester began. Getting to know the campus, lots of introductions (of teachers and students), making friends, hiding away from the seniors who wanted nothing more than to rag us (we were so scared that we went to the library that’s quite a distance away from our department and hid among the bookshelves! ) and the unfortunate encounter with them were the highlights of the first few days….

Then when we came to know each other, the campus, the teachers and the life that would be ours for the next four years to come (or so we thought) intense studies took off. Our free time in uni was spent in solving circuits, carrying T-squares and drawing charts to the drawing hall in the far off block away from the department and making those detailed and meticulously labeled and scaled drawings of different models for engineering drawing classes. Calculus practice used to take place after the class.

Diving headfirst into intense and difficult studies and a routine which seemed so tough (getting home in the evening) I was drained. I couldn’t imagine how hard the coming years would be as just the first one (“which is NOTHING” as told by the seniors) seemed so hard. I couldn’t understand how those fourth years girls could sit there, talk and laugh having gone through what I am going through now and much much more than that. (Ha! I smile when I think about it now)

I also missed my old friends and college a lot. Not to forget the all-girls environment. It was so hard coping up with all this that I can say without hesitating that the first semester is definitely the toughest as you really have to adjust and make new habits.

Time passed. Got used to the new routine. Made friends. Talked and got guidance from the seniors who are really very helping. Understood what’s expected of me and how I have to study and where I stand right now.

And so some studies and exams and parties and assignments and trips later along with many ups and downs in different ways I got to know and actually feel my university as sort of my own. A place where I belong. :)

Studies are not that easy here. They are challenging. No, very challenging. A lot is expected from you. There’s so much to learn and to do that sometimes it feels as if you have no life apart from studies. But I think it’s really worth it in the end. One thing that makes things extra difficult is that the competition here is very intense. But the challenges are what keep you going ahead and to stretch yourself to your utmost capabilities. Besides, studying with such intelligent students really gets you inspired.

The thing I love the most about engineering is that you get to implement the material studied in class in real applications and projects. The satisfaction of finally seeing something you worked on for so long actually work, whether it’s a code or a hardware project, makes all the effort worth it!

Working in labs and for projects showed me how to work in groups and what being a part of team is. I got to study some courses which seemed more like solving puzzles than solving problems! (Digital Logic, for instance). Our studies enhanced and improved our  problem solving and analytical thinking skills.  I got to know how to manage my time better, how to work under stress, how to manage my studies with other things that I love to do. And the list goes on.

Today when I see the first years I am reminded of my own initial days. I used to wonder and ask everyone “Is it going to get even harder?”, to which I used to get a variety of responses though mostly encouragement. :)  But after having gone through it, at least as far as I have come, I realize that the question “Is it difficult?” has the problem in itself. Because when life goes on it takes you and makes you capable for what you were incapable of before. It teaches you and makes you strong enough. And finally the challenges that you couldn’t have succeeded in yesterday become do-able as you do them today.

So yes, if a first grade child asks a university student “Is your maths very hard?”, the university student will reply “Definitely! Yours is nothing but a piece of cake!” . Sure, the grade one math is easy for the college student but it wasn’t like that when he himself was in grade one! The child will go grade by grade and be able to do the college level math when he finally gets there. So there is no need to be afraid or to give up. And its the same for so many other things in life…

“The beginning is always the hardest..”, I  had read somewhere, “…just ask a baby as he learns to walk.” True indeed…

Having said that, I will also say that there will be some days when you don’t feel motivated enough, when you feel like leaving it all. That happens to everyone at some point or another no matter what. But if the goal is kept in mind and you have good friends along with you and you have complete faith that no effort ever goes wasted then anything can be done. Time passes quickly. So it’s best to make the most  out of it! :)

-Zofishan





Patience

30 11 2012

morning

Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be far sighted enough to trust the end result of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be shortsighted as to not be able to see the outcome. The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

-Rumi





Those Glorious Muslims…

2 09 2012

I happened to come across a dua by Junaid Jamshed which is written by Allama Iqbal by the title of “Tariq ki dua“. It is actually the dua by Tariq bin Ziyad, the famous Muslim conquerer of Spain, while he was in the battlefield in Andulusia. His story always caught my imagination when I was little, how he had ordered all the boats of his army to be burnt so that there was no other way except to fight… and to move ahead to conquer or to be martyred…

Somehow the combination of Allama Iqbal’s extremely beautiful words and the way it was recited by JJ made me feel emotional and in wonder of the Muslims in the early times!

How the wanderers of the desert had become one and so strongly united by that One Message…Really if we think about it..what the actual power of that Call to Allah is that changed them, their personalities, their ideologies, their way of thinking, their goals, their complete lifestyles, everything! Subhan Allah…How they cared about no loss except the loss of the Akhirah…how they were ready for and welcomed martydom with open arms…how their mission in life now became to spread the light of Islam in every corner of the world…and they did that with all zeal and fervour, giving their lives for it…

 

يہ غازي ، يہ تيرے پر اسرار بندے

جنھيں تو نے بخشا ہے ذوق خدائي

دونيم ان کي ٹھوکر سے صحرا و دريا

سمٹ کر پہاڑ ان کي ہيبت سے رائي

دوعالم سے کرتي ہے بيگانہ دل کو

عجب چيز ہے لذت آشنائي

شہادت ہے مطلوب و مقصود مومن

نہ مال غنيمت نہ کشور کشائي

خياباں ميں ہے منتظر لالہ کب سے

قباچاہيے اس کو خون عرب سے

کياتو نے صحرا نشينوں کو يکتا

خبرميں ، نظر ميں ، اذان سحر ميں

طلبجس کي صديوں سے تھي زندگي کو

وہ سوز اس نے پايا انھي کے جگر ميں

کشاد در دل سمجھتے ہيں اس کو

ہلاکت نہيں موت ان کي نظر ميں

دل مرد مومن ميں پھر زندہ کر دے

وہ بجلي کہ تھي نعرہ لاتذر ، ميں

عزائم کو سينوں ميں بيدار کردے

نگاہ مسلماں کو تلوار کردے!

 

It was Islam and being faithful to it to the core which had brought those victorious times for the Muslims and the only reason we lost that glory was because we neglected the Quran and our deen…We all know this subconsciously but what do we actually do to mend it? We do complain about all the corruption and terrorism and the declined state of Muslims in the world but it is high time we stop complaining and first look into ourselves..individually our ownself. What my life is at the moment and where I am headed.

An overall big change comes from the very basic unit. And then collectively does everything become right…Until each and everyone of us doesn’t strive to be the best they can be as a person, as a Muslim, as a citizen, as a family member… we have no right to complain about our situation. Its us with whom lies the fault.

May Allah help us and enable us to live our lives in the best possible way. May we learn from the great people who have lived before us and really truly value their painstaking efforts and sacrifices for this beautiful deen so that it could reach us! May we really love this deen as a precious gift and understand and act in accordance with it so that we can achieve higher status in this life like the Muslims of the past and also in the Hereafter (Ameen!)





The Cocoon and the Butterfly

20 08 2011

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.

He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.

Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly.

Is not our life in this dunya like the cocoon?

(Reblogged from: trusimplicity.tumblr.com)





The Speed of Light

31 05 2011

The only (and I really mean *the* only) thing that can be compared with the speed of light is……the speed at which the days seem to pass when the exams are too near (especially in the last couple of weeks of the semester)…..*sigh*

Source: I am witnessing this right now :(

Have to go and study now….

Take Care! :)





So true!

22 04 2011





Glimpses from my summer holidays

18 09 2010

Its been quite a long time since I last blogged…Well, I was really very glad when all my entrance examinations and their tensions ended. Except that  it was long ago…! Its been nearly one and a half month since I have been totally free first time in my life (it did seem like that!)

Just after my entry test, our family went to the northern areas which was totally a great experience for me. The weather remained cloudy and rainy most of the time with the sun showing its rays every now and then. Overall the weather was chilly and I regreted not listening to my mom’s suggestion to take warm clothes with me! Oh well, atleast that’ll not happen again.

It was after four complete years that I was actually visiting this part of the country and the scenery was simply awesome and breathtaking. The sun rise in the morning…the whole view of valleys with the cottages all over them… the springs and waterfalls between the mountains… the feeling that the car is moving among the clouds… and not to forget those so many monkeys hanging from trees to trees near a place where we parked our car!

 I felt so much relaxed in a way I never think I had before.The guest house we stayed at was located at Khairagali which is quite a distance above muree. At night the window of our room showed not only the billions of stars of the sky but also the billions of stars on earth! Yes the whole of the valley would look ad if billions of silver and golden jewels have been embedded in a dark soft velvet….

 We visited Ayubia, Nathiagali, PC Bhurban, Murree and a few other spots. Our whole stay was for about a week and that week would be a most memorable one for me.

Just after a few days (it seemed so) Ramadan arrived!

 I was really happy that Ramadan this year came during my holidays. I could keep my schedule according to what I wanted to do rather than what my studies demanded. Alhamdulila nothing was there to disturb my worship and this month was spiritually a great one….May Allah accept all our good deeds,  forgive all the mistakes and guide us to the straight path.(Ameen)

I did have a really good time and like all good things this also is going to end soon. Eid went great but there was (like always) lots and lots of travelling with it (no, no complains there!)

On Monday is the Orientation at my University! I’m so excited and looking forward to it…Even sitting here and there my mind starts wondering about how my uni would be like, who my friends would be, what type of teachers I’ll have and yeah the studies too…..only time will tell that I say to myself! And surely that time is not that far away  :)