I've realized that there is hope for humanity after all. I know three amazing writers-Ezazi, Areesha, and a students at school, whose name is Faisal and is writing an amazing story which he allowed me to read.
And Justin Bieber sounds better now that he's older. Doesn't sound like a girl anymore.
This Romeo's bleeding
You can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
I made a list of my favorite memories. Maybe I missed out a few.
Being awarded my first-ever first position certificate in front of the entire school and walking all the way up the line to collect it. And later comparing grades to find out that I had beat the smartest girl in school.
Talking to Deaf children in sign language, and trying to work out what they were saying in every sentence, only to find out that they were calling me big and fat.
Meeting the new girl in school all of a sudden. I had only seen her once before that since she was a distant relative. I was the new Head Boy at Bay View and my team of Prefects were checking students' uniforms at the end of assembly. And since she was new, she didn't know what all the policies were. So she was called out of line for wearing the wrong color of shoes-yes, my school has a policy about that-and brought to me. And all I could say was 'hi' and 'you're (her name comes here), right?' That's when I first encountered breathlessness. And yes, that was The One Who Leaves Me Breathless.
Sitting on the white bench, watching the new girl in school tryout for the Junior Basketball Team. And admiring her for it. I never could play Basketball. Until a few months ago, I couldn't play. Waiting till all my friends had left, just to watch her play. And finding out later that a friend had told her that I had a crush on her, only to find out that the feeling was mutual. And yes, that was The One Who Leaves Me Breathless.
Sitting with her at the iftar party, away from my friends and her friends, just getting to know her. Having her as my centre of attention. People staring at me cause no girl had ever interested me through ten years of school. Just talking to her and enjoying it. And yes, that was The One Who Leaves Me Breathless.
Getting my admissions letter to Lyceum and taking it to my cousin's house to read it in full. Being excited, and texting my friends to tell them the news. Texting and studying for my O'levels and listening to the radio. Ah, those were the times.
My first day at Lyceum. Finding my timetable amidst the chaos, meeting old friends and making new ones. Realizing that the seniors weren't allowed to rag us but still being given hell from most of them. Reading an article in a newsletter that made fun of the newbies and walking up to six seniors and taking them all on in a dissing war.
Playing with my puppies. Feeding them. Having them run after me. Oh, how I miss them, so I'm not going to elaborate on that memory.
Playing fouzeball with a group of friends and being one of the best at the game. Taking people on with one hand behind my back and still managing to win. Playing with my future best friend and winning everyone's challenges.
Coming back to Pakistan at 4am in the morning and surprising everyone by texting them. The sudden heat, the people staring at us, and the mosquitoes haunting us. Waiting for my cousin to pick us up and the curious stares everyone kept giving us.
Staying up all night and chatting with Ezazi & Areesha and listening to music and singing Aqua's Barbie Girl and Axel's Crazy frog so loudly I woke my brother and he came and checked if I was feeling alright.
If our love was a fairy tale
I would charge in and rescue you
On a yacht baby we would sail
To an island where we'd say I do
