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High School Teens – in a mess or taken amiss?

Bismillah.

Ever looked in the eyes of young teenagers of high school in Pakistan? The kids who are just growing up, feeling the changes within them and around them. Looking here and there in a questioning way without getting any answers. Or do you just ignore them like a bunch of silly sheep bleating loudly?

Where are their parents? The most important characters in a person’s life. Do they help them get on? Sadly, no.
Parents don’t tell them anything. They think stuff is understood, or they don’t want to tell it to their children (not knowing that they know everything already the wrong way, since you didn’t tell the right way). They don’t understand that today kids need direct counseling. A one-to-one talk. With all the different kinds of mess outside, they’re confused. And no affectionate elder is there in the family to guide them. Or even to whom they can go and talk to. The only thing elders do is put restrictions on every possible thing so kids don’t fall into bad (the conservative parent) or they let them do everything so they don’t fall into good (the liberal parent). Someone seriously needs to counsel parents, and also tell them:
Let. Them. Do. Everything. Within. The. Boundaries. Of. Halal. And. Save. Them. From. Sin.
This is what the parents need to know. Or a good shaking is all they need.

Then there’s the school. What’s taught there? Just a bunch of subjects utterly useful for handling life. Some biological systems, a few chemical reactions, mathematical equations, formulas of physics, outdated English stories that bore you to death, Urdu poems of unfulfilled love, structure of computers, history of how Pakistan was stabbed here and there by various regimes, and the list goes on for other such subjects. Okay. These are good. But are these good enough?
No lessons on how to streamline your thinking, discover the Creator, handle your emotions, manage pressure and hormonal changes, discover your hidden talent and be given a purposeful direction? What if someone’s skill is maintaining a perfect routine? Or talking to others convincingly? Or creating wonders out of imagination? What’s in schools to dig out and enhance the natural skills unique to each being and let them pursue those with ease?

Look at the teachers. Or don’t. Most of them are not worth looking at (I don’t say all). My apologies for the bitter truth but that’s how it is. Teachers of high schools are not the best people of this society, unfortunately. The female teachers being interested only in fashion, gossip, shopping, bossing around and the male teachers being interested in flirting with the female teachers, cracking silly jokes and both of them teach to earn a little money or because they’re bored at home and just because they well, have to teach.
No improving of minds, no provision of inspiration or high ideals, no nothing. Just a bunch of silly people who if they do fill ideas in minds are only those ideas which would have been better if not shared at all.

The company and friends consequently is the worst imaginable. Kids fill their heads with romantic novels, films full of violence, hot gals, cool guys, porn on the internet, and silly jokes.

What is the solution? Who will bridge the communication gap? Talk and counsel them? Help them get a direction? Help them stop wasting the most precious years of their life?

The question is who?

Wassalam,
Hajrah.

Only Imagine

Salam,
Bismillah.

Our teacher did this activity with us, she made us close our eyes, take a deep breath, empty our minds and imagine deeply.

 The reader of course, cannot close his eyes but he is required to close his ‘eye-for-the-outer-world’ to every other thing in his surroundings, take a deep breath, empty his mind and imagine.
Read very slowly and carefully. Pause after each sentence.

Imagine that you’re standing in a huge empty plain; it is very white and flat and stretches over miles and miles and miles. Its vastness is limitless. You’re standing there. The plain land is crowded with people, loads and loads of people. But none of them care about you, you’re still alone. When you try to talk to anyone they turn their face away. They don’t want to listen to you.
Your mother, your father, your brother, your sister, your husband, your kids, your friends everyone is there. But when you try to go near them they run away from you. And when anyone tries talking to you, you run away from them. It is extremely hot, very very hot.
You’re lonely; worried as to what will happen next and…..you’re waiting.
You’re waiting but the wait gets only longer. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries pass and the wait is still not ending. You so much want it to end that you stop caring about what will happen, you’re ready for the worst but you want this waiting period to end.
Finally, the wait is over. A book is handed to you in your left hand. It has the story of your life. In a minute or so your name will be called and you’ll be held accountable for it. The scales await you. Then it will either be the Big Fire forever or the Beautiful Garden forever. You open that book. Your heart starts pounding like mad. You start trembling. Your eyes pop out of your head ———- Because there is nothing good written in your book of deeds. It mentions all the bad things that you ever did, that you don’t even remember. You shouted at your mom, you were rude to your dad, you laughed at that girl, you back-bited that guy, you hurt that kid, you turned away from a pleading face, you hardly ever prayed, you didn’t care about hajj or zakat, your fasts were spent in watching vulgar movies, you spent your nights thinking about that guy/gal, you made fun of your teachers, you gave people dirty looks, you were very ungrateful to your husband, you never told your kids who Allah is, you never thanked Allah for your blessings, you thought you’re the best, no one is superior than you, you never repented for any of your sins, you knew there would be an end but you never really believed in it. You never did any good deed —- and now —- you’re helpless. You can’t do anything about it. The time….. Is way past. You’re horrified!

Open your eyes now.

You have time today, now. There is yet time. You can write a new book. A book in which everything is ‘right’ (according to Allah’s commands). Tear up this previous book and throw it away. Write a new one. Write a new book with your good deeds. Because that day no one will care about you.

Wassalam,
Hajrah.

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