My Unexpected last day at RAS
Was it worse or more adventurous!?
Life is an intricate tapestry woven with threads of certainty and uncertainty. Unexpected events, both joyful and challenging, are an inherent part of the human experience. Embracing this reality allows us to cultivate resilience, adaptability, and a deeper understanding of existence.
Some unexpected events occur for the first and last time.
It’s about the time when I was preparing for my improvement exams. I couldn’t score well in my grade 12 exams, so I aspired to improve my grades. For that, I joined RAS (Rana Academy of Sciences) — not so far from my residence; I joined it on account of the availability of my competent teachers who also taught me at college.
After the Eid holidays, my Urdu full book paper was scheduled for Monday. I prepared throughout the vacation and was very confident about it. Meanwhile, my Biology test was also on Monday. I couldn’t prepare for both of the tests; therefore, I talked to my Biology teacher, “Sir, may I skip this test? I have to prepare for the other one.” And he replied, “Yes!”
The day arrived with its great brilliance and majesty, but unexpectedly, heavy rain started two hours before my test time. My thoughts raced with uncertainty. Mixed feelings of being present or absent from the academy resided in my heart. Just half an hour before my test, the rain ceased. I took a sigh of relief that now I could go to the academy. But I didn’t know that my relief was just silence before an upcoming storm.
I asked my father to drop me off at the academy. He was just silent as he was showing his experience and negation through his gestures. But just to satisfy me, he and I departed from home. On the way, there came his stationery store. I requested him, “Father! I forgot my bundle of sheets at home. Kindly, let me take it from here.” But that was not in my fate.
The area where I live is underprivileged and often gets flooded due to heavy rain. My father’s anticipation was proven true when we have to strive to move through water on the bike. Having lost my senses because of fear and guilt, I couldn’t notice that I had felled my bundle of sheets in the water.
A short burst of voices made me realise that. A man shrieked, “Hey! Your stuff has been exposed to water.” My father got wind of that accident and gazed at me in anger and said, “It’s the last time that you’re going there.” I was just about to cry but I controlled myself. It was already raining, and what would happen if my eyes also shed rainy tears?
Somehow, I reached the academy. My heartbeats were racing fast. I was confused to see the situation, for I observed that because of the rain only one of my fellows came there. And to my surprise, the girls for the Biology test were about twenty. Teachers had also not been there yet. I asked my fellow about her preparation, and she answered making me flabbergasted. She said, “I didn’t know that today was the Urdu paper. I mistakenly prepared for the test of Science.”
After some time, she called her father and departed leaving me alone. Teachers arrived and distributed the papers among the students. I asked for my paper; Ma’am replied that due to load shading, we couldn’t print out the Urdu papers and that it took time until electricity came back.
At that moment, I realised, which always takes time, that my parents were right.
I wandered here and there, sat and stood, and sometimes started weeping. Light also went off and darkness prevailed over the environment. I didn’t have my mobile phone with me at that time, so I requested ma’am to let me make a call. First of all, I called up my mum — the therapist of my internal and external wounds. I said, “Please Mum, asked father to pick me up from here. I’m getting tired. Everything is going to get worse.” I told her all the circumstances, but she could do nothing because of my father’s annoyance. She said, “You would rather call your father.”
I called up my father and asked him to help me. He just said, “I can’t do anything right now. I’ve told your uncle about you. He’ll pick you up at half past six.” I started crying even more than before. The more I cried, the heavier the rain started.
Then, the academy seemed to be flooded. Students were putting their chairs in the water to make a row so that they could easily go outside by stepping on the chairs. I was fully afraid and confused. At the same time, they were also having pictures and videos on Snapchat hashtagging #floodinRAS. Those activities helped me feel better.
As time passed, the light came and I got my Urdu paper photocopied to solve it at home. Then my uncle also came there. I thanked God! He offered me a big plastic bag to put my bag into it. Throughout the way, the events were flashing through my mind making me realise to repent for my sins. No sooner had I reached my area than I saw that the water was still there taking the condition of the flood.
It was night time and various ambiguities forced me to overthink that a slight mistake at present would result in a huge bad impact. My uncle along with me on a bike passed through the water. Suddenly, the traffic jammed and I could do nothing but patience. I kept on praying.
Then, somehow, I reached home. I took a bath and moved to a praying rug. That day is still fresh in my memory attic as it happened very yesterday.
Thus, it’s wisely said that parents must be obeyed.
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