THE KITE RUNNER

After reading Thousand splendid suns by Khaled Hussaini, I had an urge to read more of his books. That book touched deep in my heart and I knew his other books would do the same. After days of search, I finally borrowed The kite runner, Khaled Hussaini’s first book from my friend, Rochelle. And here is my opinion about the book.

It was a great book and yet not as good as Thousand splendid suns. At least that is what I thought. Sure kite runner had a lot of emotions (only emotions actually) and some good moments (very very few really). But it didn’t have the effect on me that I heard was on my other friends. It is the story of two friends, Amir and Hussain, mainly Amir. About how Amir’s life is filled with guilt. The book made me a keen reader and it had every aspect related to life. But now I kind of wish I hadn’t read it before. Don’t ask me why. Maybe because the book was so sad that I had a heavy heart for the rest of my week. Thankfully it has become light now. But the thought, the pain, it still lingers, its wondrous how much a book can make you feel and think.

Q. SHOULD I READ THIS BOOK?

I say yes and it is a sure read. But if you are an emotional person with a soft heart and cannot take in heavy grief, I’d rather say you stay away from it.

Q. IS THIS BOOK WORTH READING?

My answer again would be yes because the book is written in a unique manner where every scene can be visualized by the reader. Putting it in right words, it is a reader friendly book. You might take some time to take the story and grief out of your head, but I say, it’s worth it.

SO WOULD YOU READ IT…OR WOULD YOU NOT?

When she called!

The time was somewhat 2 in the afternoon. It was Friday and I was watching TV as usual. I always kept my homework for Saturday night when the rush set it. Till then, I laze off in the happy hours. The phone rang and I ran to pick it up. This was usual in my house. When the door bell rings or the phone rings, I and my sister run to pick it up. Not probably because we were expecting a call or someone to come…but just like that.

At first, it wasn’t clear on who was at the other end of the phone. And then I realized that it was Sofia, my best friend forever. She had gone to India a few years back and I hadn’t seen her since. We used to call each other on particular occasions such as birthdays and Eid. She always used to say that she was coming back for a visit. But every time she said that, I knew it wasn’t true. Her birthday was coming up, in fact it falls tomorrow, on the 26^th of April. I wondered why she would be calling me when I was actually the one who had to call her. That too tomorrow! And then I knew why she had called and I leaped with joy. Her tickets were booked and she was coming to
Abu Dhabi for a one month vacation. The students in India had summer vacation at this time of the year while students here had summer vacation during July-August. At first I didn’t actually believe what she said. But then, when she said it again, I knew this time she was saying it right. There are no words to express how much I am waiting to see her. She is coming here on her birthday; tomorrow! The happiness of meeting an old pal is just too hard to describe. Words are too mere to be used. And so I am too poor to explain them! I am waiting…to finally meet her after all these years…to share experiences, love, grief and more love…. After all, that is what friendship is all about!

THE LONELY CLASSROOM

i couldn't believe 7 whole years went by just like that. all the fun and problems I've had with my friends....i enjoyed every moment of it. there were times we fought like cats and dogs...and then there were times when their shoulders were all we had. i just want them to know...that they will always be... forever special!...this one goes out for them...

Walking through the lonely roads
Passing by the lonely trees
Picking up a flower or two
To please my lonely teacher

These lonely roads they lead
To a huge lonely school
The bells have long rung and gone
But laughter, it still rings

I walk in to a lonely room
With chairs messed apart
The blackboard, chalky washed
And pencil scribbles on tables

Looking at nearly every seat
I see me seated there
Friends surrounding me
And laughing crazy geese

Dressed in shabby white and blue
Some in dark blue blazers
Paper rockets and crafty hearts
Zooming past the lazy fan

I see myself laughing
Truly fully enjoying
Throwing foils and icy glares
I see my self pleased

Oh! Then this insight hits me
I curl like a baby’s hand
And when a tear dropp drips by
I know my heaven was here!


AUGUST 2,2009

sania harris

Befriending!

I am in my second week in the new school. I've managed to befriend most of the people i see. It's hard to just walk up to a person you've never seen before and say "hey, whtz up". well, i am doing that right now. the more i do it, its becoming thankfully easy. at times i get those glares where the person i'm talking to wonders, "what's with this girl?". they kinda find me weird...but i'm fitting in...and hopefully surviving well!

These are some of the people i'm some what close with. i had to hunt in Facebook to find this pic!

oh BTW, the moment i joined islahi, my facebook friends list started increasing so badly that i had to delete many fo the people i didnt know! all the guys and girls from islahi added me ad i had to accept all the people i knew or else the first impression they would get of me would be, "that girl has attitude". me, who kinda has a little attitude, shouldnt let them know it...=D

Those long gone days!

i miss my OOEHS friends a looot.....miss u Divya, Nahida, Rida, Nahla, Soujanya, Anagha, Fathima, Rochelle!!! more than anything!!!

FIRST WORST

Years and years back, I went to Indian Islahi Islamic school. i studied there for five years (from KG1 to grade 3). due to some problems, my folks changed me to Our Own English High School where i had my best experiences ever! After studying seven great years of my life there, i had to change again. This time it was because OOEHS had grades only till grade 10. Admission was tight and I finally got into a school. and that school was unfortunately Islahi- a school i never wished to get back to.

April 11th was my first day back to Indian Islahi Islamic school, now as a grade XI student. i had opted for commerce and i was sent to a class to wait. about 15 minutes later a bunch of students along with me were sent a new classroom. as i finally took a seat in my new class, i realized that i was not the only unfortunate girl. we had 18 new students along with 5 islahi students.

calsses commenced but no teachers took class. well! no one does when it is the first day of school. I had pals from My old school thankfully and so i survived my first day taking to them. even though i am a talkative kind of girl, i wasn't comfortable in talking with the new students i just met.

it was hell boring. i hadn't gotten my uniform as it took time to get it stitched. i kinda snored my day off and i was sooo relieved to get back home and do nothing. NOTHING IS SURELY BETTER THAN GOING TO DREADED ISLAHI!