This is something which I want to share with everyone. The most amazing part of my life is friendship with Sanna Nazir Wani. We have absolutely nothing in common except our initials (S & N) . We are like two poles! We have many differences but inspite of them we are friends since we entered Presentation Convent High School. Let me describe Sanna first !
Sanna Nazir was born on 27th April, 1995, exactly 9 days after I was born. She is most helpful and honest person I know. She accepts everyone as they are and never let’s anybody down ! Physically, she is as thin as a stick. She has beautiful hair which is now a short pony. She is shorter than me. 😛
Sanna was my friend till 2nd standard but after that we became inseparable ! I lived my life in convent with sanna. Ofcourse I had other friends as well but she continued to be my reliable friend. Through all these years, I never found anyone like her or who reminded me of her. I couldnt imagine my life in convent without sanna. Now that she has shifted to Delhi, I am alone in convent. I have friends there but none of them fill the gap! 😦 Sanna and I had the most funny times together. Let me tell you an incident which I would tell anyone who would give me a chance and sanna when you read this, you will burst out laughing. That much I can bet you !
We were in 6th standard and correction fluids were in demand during those days. Everyone got one ! I did too! After around a few weeks, sanna decided to get one too even though she was against its use. The day she brought it to school was the day correction fluids were banned in our school. A surprise check was conducted and all those who had correction fluids were taken out of the line. It was okay because I knew that they would give us an ultimatum and let us be. But sanna got hyper and started freaking out. She sat on the floor of the classroom and started crying loudly ! She literally screamed that she knew that she shouldnt have got the fluid in the first place. I was standing next to her, holding her hand and laughing silently to myself ! She honestly thought that we were going to be hanged for getting the fluid to school. I laughed so much that day ! I still remember vividly that day and sanna on the floor, throwing a tantrum ! hahahahha ..
So much time has passed since then! Sanna and I grew up together. None of us was that typical teenager! We were always wrapped up in our own matters. We never knew what happened in our class. Sanna and I were never shuffled into different classes ever. I guess I have God to thank for it.
I remember we were in 7th standard and we were shuffled. Sanna and I were kept in different classes! I was shocked and started crying. I was kept in the other section for two days. You have no idea how I survived those two days! I prayed to God every night to keep me with Sanna again! And then on the third day, I got my wish! I was told that there had been some mistake and I was in the other section in which sanna was ! 🙂
This made me believe that sanna and I were true friends forever ! We never backstabbed or lied to each other. We always supported one another and never got jealous of the other’s success like we see in most friendships especially among girls.
Sanna has been a very good friend to me or I should say excellent. She never left me alone if I was sad and neither did I leave her alone. But life is different now! Everything has changed ! Now school doesnt feel like home anymore.
All we can do is live it out !
Alizeh’s mother died when she was quite young. She doesnt remember her much, only a few blurry memories. Even those are fading now. Life is so testing ! She has lived her life without her mother who is a child’s intimate friend. She didnt have one when she wanted her to be there. But it was not her mother’s fault either. She was sick and suffered from a deadly disease. Fate was never known to be kind. She died and left behind a sad father and lonely three children.
I dont really know who she was but I feel that she was a wonderful lady with grace and a talent to bring smiles on everyone’s faces. A person to whom everyone would go for advice, the most loving person of the family.
I feel that those members of our family who are selfless and most loving and caring are the first ones to leave for heavenly abode. Yes, I would say heaven because she didnt want to leave her husband and children alone in this sadness stricken world.
She must’ve fought silently with her fate to let her be with her family. She must’ve prayed and begged to be spared ! Alas! The wheel of destiny doesnt change its course and it took her with it. She protested and screamed, plead and begged ! But all to no avail. All I hope is that she is proud of what her children have become! Marvelling at their success and rejoicing in their joys ! She knows that she wont be able to join them but still is content just to look at them from up and above !
Aliza just so you know : I’ll be there for you .
The last two years have been very difficult for me and my family.
Dad died on 16th may,2010 ! I wont say that it came as a shock because I kind of already knew that he was going to die but I never accepted the fact. I still have trouble with handling the most dreadful thing that has ever happened to me yet !
The reason I started my blog was just to give vent to my feelings and expressions, just to let others know what I feel. It makes me feel better.
You must have got a bit of what my dad was and what he meant to me through my poems. Let me tell you what he really was.
Dad was the most humble and down to earth person that I knew. Ever since I started calling him Dad, I started to respect him deeply from my heart not just because he was my father but because he had such a personality that a person couldnt help but admire him. He was a PhD from IIT-roorkee in Electrical Engineering. Even from my childhood, I wanted to be like him in every respect. He used to write as well so I too started writing from the age of 8. What I used to write was rubbish but a beginning. My dad was my inspiration for my poetry. He himself used to write poems during his college years. He never told me! It was only after his death that I got to know about it. I found a poem written by him in his documents. It was about his University i.e. IIT-Roorkee. I will post that poem someday on my blog. Most of the poems that I have written in this blog are written after his death! His death left me cold from inside. I lost my inspiration like an abandoned ship without an harbour. Still I take comfort from the fact that I have his memories, his words of wisdom with me. These things help me through life.
Dad was a professor and an HOD (Head of department) in NIT-Srinagar. I used to go there with him when I was a child and when he wasn’t feeling well. I used to enjoy going there. It used to feel like home but now it is a college just like any other. I lost a lot when dad died. I still am realizing how much I am still losing. No measure of time can help me overcome the blow which his death gave me and my family. His death wasn’t the first one in our family. Before Dad, my aunt (maasi) and my grandmother also died because of cancer.
Dad’s last days were made perfect by my mother. My mother made sure that each and every wish of my Dad would be fulfilled. When the doctors gave up hope on Dad’s treatment, Mom brought him home and gave him the last best days of his life with his family. Dad was alright until the last day of his life. On the morning of 16th May, 2010, Dad started having breathing problem. We got the oxygen cylinder and everything to make it easier for him. Everyone knew in their hearts that Dad was taking his last breaths but no one spoke about it. The whole day there was tension in the house. People coming and going but all was quiet, like the calm before the tempest. His breath left his body at 10:45 pm. We sat with him the whole night, lamenting and crying. One of the worst nights of my life. I remember every tiny detail perfectly. Sigh !
The days gone by wont come again. We can never have what we want. This is my Dad, one of the best people I have ever known