In response to prompt : Study
Allama Iqbal , Online Course
A few years ago I developed an interest to study about Allama Iqbal. It began as a curiosity, after I read two lines of his poem in Urdu.
In it Iqbal says: (this is the English translation.) Though the mosque was built overnight by the believers, our heart being old sinners for years, could not be devout.
When I read these lines my curiosity was at its height, I could not wait to find out, why Iqbal wrote this poem.
During my research, I accidentally found out, there is an online course about Iqbal. I registered for the course in 2011.
I’m still studying it. Now I feel it’s worth it, it helps me study about the poet, his beliefs and his role in carving out a country for the Muslim population in the Indian sub-continent.
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp bright morning.( Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)
Yesterday was a bright crisp morning. I went out to gather the leaves, which fell after the wind storm, instead of calling the lawn care people again to clear the leaves, I took advantage of a rain free day.
I probably gathered a few handfuls when I felt my feet were cold, the sun was deceiving actually it was very cold. I stopped and came inside. I picked up my phone and called the visa company about the confusion of my refund, she told me everything was fine and I have nothing to worry.
My attention was distracted when I heard a lot of noise on the street outside my house, to my horror there was a student running with a bottle in his hand, he stole it from the nearby house and wanted to celebrate his failure in the midterm exam. I was in awe someone celebrating for failing an exam, this is new, I’ve never heard it before.
I went out of the house to find out if it was true, I asked my neighbor, she told me this particular student already failed twice, he was warned by his parents if he failed again he’d have to pack his bags and come home.
The said student tried to convince his parents university was not for him, he’d rather work on a farm, look after cattle and grow his own food. When he couldn’t convince them he took the route of failing his courses, “smart isn’t it,” my neighbor quipped!
Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?
Whenever I think of night owl I am reminded of that terrible night I stayed up till 1:30 am to study for a final exam. It was my room mate’s fault who reminded me my classmates study till two in the morning, I should do the same. I listened to her, when I went to the exam hall I forgot everything. Fate was on my side I recovered and was able to write my exam and passed the course.
I’m not a night person I cannot function after 10:30 pm. I dislike going to parties where they serve dinner at 10:00 pm., sometimes 11:00 pm which I think is ridiculous. For me night means sleep. There are people who work better at night, I’m not one of those.
I like to wake up bright and early. I get all my work done, I perform better too. I follow the phrase,”Early to bed early to rise makes a man/woman healthy wealthy and wise”. I do my best work during the day.
Whenever there are moments I have the leisure of sitting down, I think about me. What I have accomplished.What I missed. The people I’ve met, sincere and not. My life as a whole.
I studied as much as I could given the resources I had. There was one degree I wanted to get. Some how it didn’t happen. I had all the prerequisites needed to get in,I was even selected three times. Each time there was a different reason.
When I first received a letter of acceptance for the M.Ed. course I was excited. I had taken a teaching job only few months ago. I thought no problem ,I’d resign, unfortunately my resignation was not accepted. I was in my early twenties, I thought I’ll try next year.The following year I applied and was accepted,this time I couldn’t go because I received a scholarship to study in London. I was waiting for this miracle to happen. I postponed studying M.Ed. for next year.
I was again selected to study the third time, but missed it. I was married. I couldn’t try any more . I moved out of the country to join my husband.
When I think about how many times I tried and how the circumstances were never in my favor, I take solace in thinking maybe I was never meant to do that course.
I consider myself lucky for getting the chance to go for higher studies and come out successful.
New year’s resolutions (Photo credit: Brett Jordan)
I know 2014 is already at my doorstep. What are my goals for the coming ‘New Year’? I am planning to hone my sewing skill. I know it is a big , “New Year’s Resolution’ for me . How far success takes me remains to be seen. The fact I am thinking is a step in the right direction.
I have more than one skill to improve. My writing skill is still in the primary grade level. Then there is the course I registered in frankly speaking, I am still not studying regularly. I will make conscious effort to take care of it.
I wake up early enough,it is not a problem. I must try at least to do all the things I am thinking of doing. I have fabric waiting to stitch. Write more to get better. I must diligently study to get ahead.
The studying part requires inspiration. There are no tests ,just assignments. It should be easy to keep up. I continuously do what the hare did, I dose off and then try to speed up. I forget that the hare lost the race.I too will if I don’t give up my bad habit.
So 2014 you will see a changed Ranu. This is my goal!
My mentor is a very generous person. He is an excellent writer. He won several medals.He is humble, kind and extremely helpful.
I am not any one’s mentor.I do not possess the qualities of such a person.
I was spending my time watching movies online,or tennis.I watched TV but not that much. I read novels in a language from my childhood,I was beginning to lose my fluency,I did not know any one in town,to practice it. I bought novels to help me remember it.
I got hold of my daughter’s computer,learned some basic things. I would type in the name of the person,I wanted to know about.Things were going fine.I wasn’t pleased I felt I could do more,but what,I had no idea. Luckily I found this person on the internet,he was giving online courses on,Allama Iqbal, the opportunity of registering in the course presented itself when I inquired about it.
I am a regular course participant . My mentor has helped me to get my confidence.In the beginning I didn’t think I could do it. I had no background,slowly I began to feel comfortable,because of my mentor,who is also the facilitator of the course.I feel much better,I am using my time learning something,instead of watching movies or silly shows which is a sheer waste of time.
Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal (1877-1938), a notable Muslim philosopher, poet and scholar from India (then British India) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My online journey began in November 2011. I did not start blogging then,I registered for a course to study about the great poet and Philospher, Sir Allama Mohammad Iqbal. This course is offered by Iqbal Academy.The course facilitator is ,Khurram Ali Shafique. Because I showed a lot of interest about the great poet and Philosopher,I was asked if I was interested to register for the course offered by the academy. I was thrilled and immediately indicated I would be glad to study about Iqbal.Mr Shafique registered me at once, thus began my online journey. A few months later,Robert a course participant started a blog, I read it and wanted to know from Mr. Shafique,if I could start one of my own. He encouraged me and thought it would be a good idea.
I was not familiar how to get started.My daughter,Selina is a computer programmer. She did some research and found WordPress to be the best of the ones she read about. I did not know much about blogging,I roamed around and read the posts of different bloggers.The ones I picked were the ones written by other participants who were registered for the same course.Every now and then I would yell out,’Selina , can you help me?’
I must say I am somewhat comfortable writing the posts. I am grateful to Mr. Shafique, despite his busy schedule, he takes time to read my blogs and leaves a comment. Mr. Akhtar Wasim Dar is another person who has from time to time given me advice about my posts and is always very generous when he writes his comments. He gave me the idea of translating, Rabindranath Tagore’s poems. He takes his time, reads them and leaves amazing comments. Robert is another course participant who helps me immensely. He never fails to read all my posts and types his wonderful comments. I could not just name one person,all these wonderful people are behind my blogging. I am glad I got this opportunity to do something I dearly love. I get the privilege of reading some very amazing posts.
English: WORD URDU, WRITTEN IN URDU SCRIPT IN NASTALEEQ FONTS (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have to think way back. I was getting ready for my degree exam. I was known by everyone including my mother,I was one of those students who would do anything but study for an exam. When I give that kind of impression to my dear and near ones,it is hard to energize myself to study. I wasn’t too confident of passing the exam myself either.I went about quietly trying to remember the things I had studied. I was good in History and knew it well.Unlucky for me the question I was sure will be in the exam,was missing. I answered all the questions.The next was English literature.I found it okay.Economics, however was tricky,but I knew the answers. The one I was most worried about was Urdu literature.I did not have a good back ground,amazingly enough I was able to answer the questions.My Mom was sure I will fail the course. When she heard I passed,she could not stop crying. Now she can tell all the doubters I was successful.She held me in her arms and said,”I have no words to tell you how proud I am,God bless you.”