It was a huge party. Really huge. Not only in arrangements, but also emotionally huge. It was the 50 years celebration of our school. It was an all day program at the best convention center of the country. It was great. All of my friends were there. As well as known schoolmates from different batches, and most importantly our beloved teachers. Me, my elder brother and sister all three passed from this school, we belong there, I belong there. The program was mostly a typical cultaral event. It ended with performances from professional musicians (popular bands of the country). To most of the people, it was just what they wanted. But I've retired from listening to music, so I was just passing the occasion just for being present in the huge event of my school. I should be there. I loved my school, my teachers, my friends. I was there, but did I belong there? Really belong? At the closing stages of the band show I looked around. Boys and girls of all ages dancing, hand in hand, banging
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The 2nd semester of my studies is becoming too much to take. Everyday I'm having to give exams, submit lab reports and assignments besides a heavy schedule of classes. This semester is of 23 credits! Which means 23 classes per week. Isn't that too much? Within such a schedule how can one find some time to spend with family and friends? How can one give some time to do some work for Islam? Don't know about the others, but I'm finding it really hard to keep up. May Allah make my days easy for me. Ameen.
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I don't know why I'm writing this. Sometimes I go through real tough times (actually, most of the time), and sometimes something really pleases me or amazes me, or shocks me (the latter happens frequently). May be I can write about those things here. I know no one's gonna read my stuff, it's just for myself. May be after a long time I'll be able to look back at me life through this blog. May be that's the only reason why I'm writing.