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

WATCHING HER DADDY COME

Another successful poem i've managed to write long back!''

The cherry wind stroke her face
Shuffling her locks aside
With a beaming smile she sat awake
To watch her daddy come

Her scenic eyes were going scarlet
And often she closed them soft
But nothing stopped her blue eyes wide
To watch her daddy come

She fell tired every minute or two
And again she wakes to look
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

Today or tomorrow, he may come she knew
With loads of sweets and candy
To receive with hugs and sugary kisses
She waited for him alone

When time goes by, she will fall asleep
And wake up a bright new day
She will forget about her daddy to come
And will drowse in her games along the bay

When the lights go off and the smile fades off
She goes to her ancient window
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

sania harris

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!