The teacher who built our minds: one equation at a time

Time has gone soft around the edges of this life, for over 35 years, though we still have the memories of NPS. Colours have faded by a shade or two, but there is one memory in the whole scenario that still refuses to grow old. She stands with a mustard shawl folded with quiet precision around her head, a white cardigan buttoned over a printed blue dress scattered with flowers. Her posture is straight, hands resting by her sides, gaze steady and sluggish. It is a simple staff photograph, taken on a morning when the bell had not yet rung, but to us it is something else entirely. It is a doorway back to the woman who first introduced us to the idea that numbers, when treated with respect, can be kinder than people.

This is Ms. Shakila, our mathematics teacher, our patient storm, the quiet architect of so many of our young minds at Narowal Public School. On paper, she taught algebra, geometry, and trigonometry. In reality, she instructed something far rarer: the art of not running away when a problem looks bigger than you. At that age, most of us considered that mathematics was a kind of punishment signed by God and delivered through a timetable. The symbols felt foreign, the formulas arrogant, the questions designed so that the clever few could shine while the rest memorised and prayed. Then she walked into our classroom with her register, her dupatta falling in meticulous lines, and the whole subject changed temperature.

She never raised her voice to announce her authority; she did not need to. The command arrived a moment before her, like a breeze changing direction when a new season begins. She would put the chalk on the board as if she were arranging plates on a table for honoured guests. Numbers, variables, and signs appeared in straight, disciplined rows. Under her hand, an equation did not look frightening; it looked like a sentence in a language we had not yet learned, but might actually be able to speak.

Her first contribution to us was a proclamation. Not the harsh kind that humiliates, but the calm sort that makes freedom inside your head. We would open our notebooks, and she would advise us on them with neatly written margins, dates, and headings. “If your copy is problematized,” she would say, “your mind will copy it.” It sounded like a small thing then. Later in life, when offices and deadlines and electronic documents plugged our days, we learned she had given us an early lesson in how to live: vacate your page, and then the problem.

Her second gift was patience. Some teachers gauge their worth by how quickly the class understands. She was different. She measured her success by how long she was willing to stay with the slowest question in the room. If you extended your hand with the same doubt for the third time, she did not sigh. She walked back to your desk, bent slightly, and retold us whatever we were seeking to ask with the same care as the first time. Her quiet diligence made us believe that no question was too small, and every doubt deserved her full attention.

We were children in a small city, living in houses where money and opportunity were both limited. For many of us, ambition was deemed like an expensive product we could witness in distant showcases but could not afford. She knew that better than we did. That may be why she ministered every notion like an acquisition, cultivating seeds of possibility. When she explained the idea of place value or the logic behind factors and multiples, she was not just teaching us to pass an exam. She was quietly opening doors: to engineering, to commerce, to sciences we had never heard of. She taught as if she were placing keys into our notebooks, one carefully drawn diagram at a time, leaving a lasting legacy of hope and opportunity.

There was an elegance about her that went beyond anything I could ever explain. Her humility shone through in her discipline, rarely scolding in complete sentences; her subtle gestures conveyed deep respect, inspiring admiration and a sense of humility in us all.

Yet discipline in her class was never regarded as fear. It seemed like respect, almost a form of hospitality. We were guests invited into the house of mathematics, and she expected us not to stamp on the furniture. The least we could do, she thought, was to sit upright and give the problem in front of us a fair chance.
She understood that children fall in love with numbers through stories, not threats. Her gentle guidance made us feel cared for and valued, fostering warmth and trust that still resonates today.

There were days when she must have been tired. We can see it now, looking back. Teachers have their own lives: parents to care for, bills to worry about, their own disappointments quietly folded away like letters in drawers. But as children, we saw almost none of it. She walked into our classroom with the same composed presence in summer heat and winter fog. Her voice might have been softer on some mornings, her shawl perhaps wrapped more closely against the wind, yet when she faced the board, her focus did not waver. She gave us the illusion and the gift that, for almost forty minutes give or take, we were the most crucial problem in her day.

She did not insult any of us students. Instead, she pivoted our misconduct into material. Ask a careless student to come and complete the sum on the board; let the entire class watch, not to humiliate, but to remind everyone that this subject demands you show up. Many of those boys, who thought themselves hopeless with numbers, still speak of her as the first adult who refused to label them stupid. She believed that being careless and being incapable were not the same thing, and she was determined to cure the former without ever accusing us of the latter.

Every generation imagines its teachers will be remembered. Most are not. Time advances, buildings are renovated, uniforms change colour, and new syllabi arrive wrapped in glossy covers. But some teachers continue to live in the mental arithmetic of their students for decades. Ms. Shakila is one of those. Our careers scattered us some to cities we had once only read about, some into businesses, some into quiet domestic lives, but whenever we fill an expense sheet, calculate a discount, or quickly rearrange a problem in our minds, a stubborn fragment of her handwriting appears on an invisible board.

There is a strange luxury in having been taught by someone like her. In a world that today glorifies speed and applause, she represented a slower, more stringent standard. She did not care for instant results. She ensured that you understood why the theory works, that you could revamp it from memory even if the textbook disappeared. That insistence on understanding over imitation became, for many of us, a perspective far beyond mathematics. It affected how we evaluate news, promises, and prospects. We retained, without realising it, to question: show the efforts, not only the conclusion.

Look again at the photograph. She stands slightly turned, not quite facing the camera, eyes fixed on a point just beyond the lens. There is composure there, but also an almost shy distance, as if she is willing to be recorded but not entirely claimed by the moment. Around her are colleagues, perhaps friends, each with their own histories and burdens. Yet when we hold this image now, years later, our gaze goes straight to her. Memory has chosen its own centre.It is tempting to romanticise teachers, to turn them into saints and erase their human edges. She herself would reject that. She was not an angel; she was a working woman in a challenging time, operating within limited resources and unglamorous routines. Chalk dust, attendance registers, and salary slips were the props of her table. But rigorously in that ordinariness fibbed her eminence. She did not require a global platform to change lives. A single classroom with a blackboard was enough.

There were infrequent circumstances when life outside the syllabus crossed the threshold of our class. A sudden notice of a colleague’s illness, the tension of an inspection visit, a rally perhaps passing by the school walls, these would wink across her expression for a moment before she folded them away. Only now do we understand how much emotional grind that must have required. She shielded us from storms we did not even know were gathering, so that we could finish our exercise on simultaneous equations.

When the results were announced, she kept her celebrations private. You would not find her clapping loudly in the staff room. Instead, she preferred small acknowledgements. A quiet “well done” written in the margin, her familiar signature next to a tick, a brief nod when you returned the paper. For the student who had moved from failure to a modest pass, her eyes held as much pride as for the one who had secured the top grade. She understood that transformation is not always measured only at the top of the ranking list.

And she was fair. In schools, children develop a radar for mistreatment. They know which teacher has favourites, who overlooks misconduct if it comes from a certain desk, and who marks generously for some and harshly for others. In her classroom, the radar found no alarm. Marks were marks. Effort was effort. If she corrected you, she corrected your friend as well. If you were praised, it was because you had earned it, not because your surname carried weight beyond the school gate. For many of us, her such behavior became the gold standard by which we would later evaluate bosses, managers, even judges and politicians.

The older we grow, the more we realise that very few people actually change the direction of a child’s life. Parents, yes. A handful of friends, perhaps. And, if one is lucky, one teacher who refuses to let you believe that you are destined to remain average. For us, that teacher was Ms. Shakila. She did not promise us that life would be easy; she did something better. She trained us to confront difficulty without panic, whether it came in the form of a quadratic equation or a crisis in adulthood.
Some of us still dream, occasionally, that we are back in her classroom. We feel the familiar tangle of apprehension in our tummies, but this time an equally familiar confidence accompanies it: if she is here, we will get through it.

That, perhaps, is her lasting equation. In the algebra of our memories, she is the constant that steadies all our variables. Her presence continues. Like a well-drawn line on a board that refuses to be erased, she remains. And so, when we speak of our school NPS, when we tell younger people about the teachers who shaped us, her name returns with the simplicity of a solution that has always been there. We do not remember everything, every formula, or every exam date. But we remember the woman who stood at the front of the class and taught us that no problem, once encountered with truthfulness and patience, is ever truly unsolvable.

 

© Rana M  29 November 2025 All rights reserved

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What Is an Educationist?

The difference between a teacher and an educationist

Every society has teachers. A teacher guides a class, finishes a syllabus, helps students pass an exam, and sometimes changes a life. That work is essential and noble. An educationist is something else. An educationist is the person who asks:
 
1-What kind of human being should this system produce?
2-What institutions do we need to build for that?
3-How can education rescue a vulnerable or neglected community and give it a future?
Where a teacher usually works inside a system, an educationist works on the system. An educationist may still teach, but their actual work occurs at a different level: designing schools, materializing standards, convincing families to trust a new path, and uniting education to the dignity of a community. These features usually appear together when we examine serious educationists:
 
1-Institution-building by using their ability and available resources.
2-They not only give lectures; they build or reform schools, colleges, institutes, or movements. When they are gone, some structure remains behind them: a campus, a chain of schools, a recognized method.
3-They think in terms of systems: who gets access, what is taught, in which language, under which values, and how the system reproduces itself through trained teachers and clear rules.
4-Community uplift by enlightening them on the significance of education for future generations.
5-Their work is tied to a specific neighborhood that is at a disadvantage, mainly due to religious, racial, regional, economic, or language factors. The educationist’s institutions become a ladder for that community to climb. Because of these particulars, an educator is remembered not only as “a good teacher” but as “the person who changed our fate”.

The assignment of an educationist in slow motion

To understand what an educator really does, we must examine the process and its steps. In most cases, their story follows a pattern with different stages as follows :

1-Noticing the problem distinctly

First, an educator notices something that others take for granted. For example:

  • Children from one community are missing from the good schools.
  • The local curriculum is decades behind the modern world.
  • The language of instruction keeps a whole group of people outside the door.
  • School is present, but it does not build character, confidence, or skills.
  • For a normal person, this is a complaint. For an educationist, it becomes a personal obligation. They begin to imagine what must change: a new kind of school, a new kind of timetable, a different relationship between teacher and student.

2-Designing an answer

Second, they design a concrete answer. This can take different forms:
  • A college that mixes modern sciences with religious or ethical studies.
  • A training institute that teaches practical skills to a neglected population.
  • A new method of teaching children that respects their minds and personalities.
  • A school in nature that breaks away from crowded, mechanical classrooms.
The design is never only about subjects. It always includes: Discipline and daily rhythm – when the day starts, what rituals take place, and how time is respected. Language and identity – which language is used, and how that affects self-respect. Relationship between knowledge and life – whether education is a living force or just preparation for an exam.

3- Building institutions in the real world

The hardest part for an educator is building. Buildings cost money, staff need salaries, parents need to be convinced, and governments need to be persuaded or resisted.
An educationist often spends years:
  • Raising funds and negotiating for land or buildings.
  • Recruiting teachers and setting standards for who may teach.
  • Writing rules, timetables, and examination systems.
  • Standing in front of parents to explain why this new school is worth trusting.
  • They fight on many fronts: financial, social, political, and sometimes even religious, because any new kind of education can be seen as a threat by someone.

4- Protecting values and standards

Fourth, after the institution is open, there is a long struggle to protect its soul. Often, it would be easier to surrender and run the school like any other business: low standards, easy Discipline, minimal effort. Serious educationists refuse that.
They become known for:
  • Turning up every day and inspecting classes.
  • Protecting the Discipline: Discipline and the moral atmosphere of the institution.
  • Refusing pressure to admit unqualified candidates or compromise on exams.
  • Training younger teachers to carry the same values when they themselves are gone.

5- Leaving a trace which outlives them

Finally, when they die, their institutions remain. The most important question is: Does the system still carry its spirit, or did it collapse when they left? If the system continues, if the school, college, or method keeps producing thoughtful, capable, grounded people, then they have succeeded as an educator. Their community may be able to say, years later:
  • Before this person, our children had almost nothing.”
  • After this person, our town grew known for education.”
This is the level at which we can place significant figures from different countries side by side and ask: What exactly did each do? Which community did each one lift?

Global examples: educationists as architects of destiny

Different parts of the world have produced educationists under very different conditions. Some worked for empires, some under colonization, some after slavery, some in poverty, some in relative comfort. What unites them is that they utilized education as their primary tool. Below are a few examples. The matter is not to romanticize them, but to understand the pattern of their work.

Sir Syed Ahmad Khan for modern education for Indian Muslims

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In the late nineteenth century, Indian Muslims were facing a deep loss of power and confidence. After the failed uprising against British rule, they were discredited by the colonial state and fell behind in the new English-based system that produced judges, civil servants, and professionals. Sir Syed Ahmad Khan examined the situation and drew a clear conclusion: if Muslims did not master modern knowledge, they would sink further into weakness. For him, religious identity and modern education were not enemies; he wanted both to stand together.
His answer was to construct an institution that would:
  • Teach modern sciences, law, history, and literature.
  • Use English as a key language so Muslims can contend in the new order.
  • Preserve a sense of Muslim moral and cultural identity in daily life.
The result was the Muhammadan Anglo-Oriental College at Aligarh, which later grew into Aligarh Muslim University. It was not only a campus; it was a new culture of education. Students from across the subcontinent came, lived in hostels, and absorbed a disciplined lifestyle. From this institution, generations of Muslim lawyers, administrators, academics, and leaders emerged. Sir Syed is remembered not mainly for any one book, but for that living institution and the way it changed the destiny of a community.

Booker T. Washington – Tuskegee and the uplift of formerly enslaved people

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In the United States, after slavery was abolished, formerly enslaved African Americans were technically “free” but practically trapped in poverty and racism. Few schools welcomed them, and almost none that combined dignity, Discipline, and practical skills. Booker T. Washington rose from that world and decided that education had to be both realistic and revolutionary. He believed that his people needed:
  • Practical training in trades, agriculture, and industry.
  • Academic learning to develop the mind.
  • A culture of self-respect, hard work, and order that would counter the humiliations of the past.
  • He founded what became known as Tuskegee Institute in Alabama. Students learned farming, carpentry, printing, and other trades alongside reading, writing, and arithmetic.
The campus itself was often built and maintained by the students’ own labor, turning the place into a living demonstration of what disciplined Black education could achieve. Again, the key legacy is primarily institutional: Tuskegee produced trained, confident men and women who could instruct others, institute their own schools, run farms and small industries, and demonstrate that their community was capable of more than the stereotypes assigned to them.

Maria Montessori – A unique way of seeing the child

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In Italy, Maria Montessori began as one of the first women doctors and later pivoted to education, especially for children who were poor or deemed “slow”. Instead of replicating the mechanical methods of her time, she studied children directly and designed a teaching approach that respected their need for movement, choice, and concentration.
Her method included:
  • Specially designed learning materials that children could touch, move, and control.
  • Rooms where children of different ages learned side by side.
  • A teacher role that was more of an observer and guide than a strict controller.
  • Montessori not only set up a few good classrooms; she created a complete system that could be replicated: materials, teacher training, and a philosophy of respect for the child’s inner development.
Today, schools all over the world still call themselves Montessori schools, and many parents recognize the name, even if they do not know the details of the method. Her Effect shows a different face of an educationist: not tied to one community or one region, but to a particular understanding of how children learn.

Rabindranath Tagore – Santiniketan and learning in the open air

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In Bengal, Rabindranath Tagore, a poet, writer, and philosopher, became frustrated with the rigid, exam-driven schooling that he witnessed around him. He felt that such education made students passive, cut them off from nature, and guided them to imitate rather than think.
His answer was Santiniketan, a school in the countryside where:
  • Classes were often held under the trees, not inside cramped rooms.
  • Arts, music, and literature were treated as central, not optional.
  • The aim was to raise free, responsible human beings who were grounded in their culture while curious about the world.
Later, Santiniketan became Visva-Bharati University, designed as a meeting place for Eastern and Western learning. Again, the pattern repeats: a new type of institution, built for a precise purpose, slowly shapes a wider culture of education. Tagore’s work shows us that an educator can challenge not only who receives education, but also what kind of education is considered normal.

What do these figures have in common?

Despite their differences in geography, religion, language, and politics, these educationists share specific profound similarities. Seeing those similarities helps us to recognize other educationists, even when they worked on a smaller scale in smaller towns.

They worked for specific people, not abstractions.

Sir Syed was focused on Indian Muslims in a particular historical crisis. Booker T. Washington was focused on African Americans in the Southern United States after slavery. Montessori, although global now, began with poor and marginalized children in Rome. Tagore focused on Bengali children and youth trapped in stiff colonial schooling. None of them tried to “save humanity” in vague terms. They chose a real, concrete community and built institutions for it.

They built or reshaped institutions, not just ideas.

All four left behind places and systems: Aligarh, Tuskegee, Montessori classrooms, and Santiniketan. These were not short-lived experiments. They had:
  • Recognizable names,
  • Common timetables,
  • Staff and students,
  • And a slowly forming tradition.
Because of this, their Impact could multiply across the generations.

They integrated knowledge with character.

For every one of them, education was not only about passing exams. It was about molding the student’s character and the community’s dignity.
1-Sir Syed insisted on balancing Western sciences with Muslim moral identity.
2-Booker T. Washington used Discipline and work to repair the dignity of people emerging from slavery.
3-Montessori’s respect for the child aimed at raising independent, calm, focused individuals.
4-Tagore wanted education to produce free minds, not obedient clerks.

They paid the price of conflict for reform.

None of them worked in a vacuum. Each one encountered criticism and opposition:
1-Sir Syed was attacked by some religious leaders and distrusted by colonial officials.
2-Booker T. Washington was criticized both by white supremacists and by some Black intellectuals who disagreed with his strategy.
3-Montessori clashed with authorities who wanted more control over schools.
4-Tagore’s open, art-filled schooling did not fit the rigid exam system of the time.
An educationist, therefore, is someone prepared to face misunderstanding, suspicion, and resistance in every direction and continue building.

Why do communities adhere to the memory of an educationist?

When we listen to old students speak about such figures, specific patterns of memory repeat. People do not only remember the buildings; they remember:
1-The first time, their family believed that their child could reach university.
2-The moment a town earned a reputation for good schools.
3-The way a headteacher, principal, or founder would walk along the corridors, check uniforms, attend morning assembly, or stand at the gate.
4-The feeling that “Before this person, we were left behind. After this person, we started to stand on our feet.”
That is why, in many cities and towns, you hear titles like:
  • “The Sir Syed of our region.”
  • “The father of modern education in this district.”
  • The founder of our town’s school tradition.”
These are not empty phrases. They are a way of expressing a collective debt to someone who reorganized life around the school. Such a person may not be famous globally. Their name may not appear in big history books. But in their own region, they are the central reference point whenever education is discussed. The famous names – Sir Syed, Booker T. Washington, Montessori, Tagore – are only the visible peaks. Below them, in smaller cities and market towns, hundreds of other educationists have quietly done similar work on a smaller scale:
 
1-founding high schools and colleges within forgotten districts,
2-setting up networks of village schools,
3-writing the first serious textbooks in a local language,
4-training generations of teachers who then spread across a whole region.
Often, their work is recorded only in local histories, school magazines, memorial booklets, and the memories of former students. Yet their Impact is no less real. The pattern is the same:
  • A clear problem,
  • A new institution,
  • A disciplined culture,
  • A changed map of opportunity.
It is in this layer – the layer of regional educationists – that we must place any serious figure who:
  • built multiple institutions,
  • used education to lift a weaker community,
  • And left behind a tradition that people still feel in the schools and streets of a town.
In some parts of the world, that person might be remembered in a sole sentence spoken with respect: “He was our Sir Syed.”

Birth, Family, and Academic Formation

Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed was born in May 1918 in Narowal, then a small town in the Sialkot district of Punjab. Narowal was not a grand city like Sialkot or Lahore, but it sat at a junction between them. Trade routes, seasonal markets, and official connections tied it to the province’s larger centers, so the town absorbed many of the tensions of its age in a compressed form: old traditions facing new ideas, local customs negotiating with colonial authority, and different communities competing for economic and educational space. This was the atmosphere into which Nazir Ahmed was born.
 
 
At the heart of his early world stood firm his father, Maulvi Ibrahim. Locally, people did not use the title “Maulvi” casually. It borne the weight of learning and character. He was known as a religious scholar, a man of righteousness and integrity, someone recognized for his knowledge of the Qur’an and basic Islamic teachings. In the Punjab of that time, such men were often the first educators of a child, shaping not only reading and recitation but a sense of discipline, faith, and right and wrong. For Nazir Ahmed, his father functioned as both a parent and an early model of what it meant to serve a community.
 
That pillar disappeared too soon. When his father passed away in 1923, Nazir Ahmed was still a child. The loss was not only emotional; it changed the geography of his life. He went to live with his mother in her village, Balian. This move placed him in a quieter, more rural setting, where his world contracted to a household led by a widowed mother and defined by modest means. Somewhere in the background stood his elder brother, already working as a railway guard—a practical, working man in an era when the railways symbolized movement and opportunity.
In 1928, as a young Nazir Ahmed took a step that would redirect his life: he left Balian and moved to Amritsar to join his elder brother. The move wasn’t simply a change of address. It involved stepping from the limited possibilities of village life into a city environment where formal education could be pursued at a higher level. Amritsar, with its colleges and institutions, offered a path that did not exist in his home village.
 
Sir Nazir Ahmed enrolled at M.O. College in Amritsar and graduated from there in 1939. Those college years contained one of the most significant relationships of his intellectual life. At the same college, he met the great poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz and had the rare opportunity to study under him. To study under a intellect like Faiz’s was not only an academic experience; it exposed Nazir Ahmed to a greater way of reading, thinking, and understanding language, history, and society. For a young man from Narowal, whose father had been a religious scholar, to now sit under a modern poet and teacher, creating a bridge between tradition as well as modern thought in him.
After completing his degree in Amritsar, Nazir Ahmed moved quickly to Lahore. There, he pursued a master’s degree in history at Islamia College Lahore, which he completed in 1941. A master’s in history was more than a certificate; it was training in how to look at the past, trace causes and consequences, and understand the rise and fall of communities and institutions. It furnished him with a perspective through which to read the world—especially his own region, which stood at a delicate point between communities with wildly different educational and religious agendas.
 
The very next year, he returned to the place where his journey had begun: Narowal. But the Narowal he came back to was not simply his childhood town; it was now the field of his life’s work. Here, his real educational challenges began.
 
When Nazir Ahmed returned to Narowal, there was no school dedicated to Muslim students in the area. Educational space was already occupied—and divided. On one side was the Sikh community, with their Khalsa School governed by Iqbal Singh. On the other side were the Christian religious scholars, who had been running a mission high school since 1862. Between these two established institutions, Muslim families found themselves without a school of their own.
For Muslim students, the situation was difficult on multiple levels. First, gaining admission to these schools was not easy. Second, even after securing a place, the environment often disrupted their religious beliefs and identity. Classrooms, teachers, and the institutions’ culture did not reflect their faith or values and, at times, openly clashed with them. According to the memory preserved in the community, the atmosphere was poisoned further by words attributed to Iqbal Singh, who began saying that Muslims were a “low-level species” and did not deserve any educational institution at all.
 
For a man with Nazir Ahmed’s background, it was a turning point. He was the son of a respected religious scholar, trained in history and shaped by both traditional learning and modern higher education. To hear that Muslim children in his own town were being told, directly or indirectly, that they did not deserve schools of their own cut to the core of his conscience. It tested him personally and morally.
 
In that challenge, the direction of his life became clear. Sir Nazir Ahmed resolved that the Muslims of Narowal and its surrounding areas would no longer depend on others for their children’s education. He decided to start building educational institutions in the region so that Muslim students could study in an environment that respected their faith and dignity. This was not a small ambition; it meant standing against a status quo that was already well entrenched, backed by strong communities and long-established schools.
Every trip of institution-building begins somewhere, often with a single act of support. For Sir Nazir Ahmed, that first step came in the form of a donation. The first contribution toward the school he dreamed of establishing was made by the famous saint and Islamic scholar, Syed Jamaat Ali Shah (رحمہ اللہ علیہ). That donation was more than money. It was an endorsement from a figure of spiritual authority that this young educationist’s dream was worth supporting. It signaled to the community that this wasn’t merely one man’s ambition, but a cause based in faith, dignity, and the future of their children.
 
From a boy in Narowal who lost his father early and moved between villages, cities, and colleges, to a man returning with a master’s degree in history and a burning sense of responsibility, this was the arc of Sir Nazir Ahmed’s formative years. Everything that followed the schools he would build, the students he would form, and the legacy he would leave grew out of these early experiences: the home of a Maulvi, the railways of Amritsar, the classrooms of Faiz, the lecture halls of Lahore, and finally the complex, unfair reality of a town where Muslim children were told they did not deserve a school of their own.

From One School to a System:

The Educational Network of Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed

Showing the importance of Nazir Ahmed’s system as a permanent legacy that transformed Narowal’s educational field, not just a single school. When people call Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed the “Sir Syed of Narowal”, they are not thinking of a single lecture he delivered or a single book he wrote. They are thinking of something more complex: the way he converted a neglected region into an organized map of Muslim educational institutions.
 
Once he finished his education, he could have chosen a safe route: a government job in a big city, an administrative post, or a quiet teaching position with modest responsibilities. Instead, he committed to a more challenging, slower path: building a network of Muslim schools in Narowal and surrounding areas, despite limited resources and initial resistance. To give Narowal and its surrounding areas a chain of schools under Muslim leadership, with Discipline, exams, and morals all taken seriously at the same time. He did not treat teaching as a private career. He treated institutions themselves as his life’s project. Wherever there was a gap in the map, a town without a solid Muslim high school, a locality where Muslim parents were forced to send their children to schools they did not trust, he tried to fill it.
 
This part looks at that effort in three layers:
1-His work in Islamia High School, Narowal,
2-The spread of Muslim schools in the Narowal belt under his direction,
3-The emergence of Narowal Public School (NPS) is the flagship expression of his vision.

Islamia High School, Narowal – turning a school into a model

When Sir Nazir Ahmed began his serious professional work in Narowal, the town had few options. Government institutions existed, and schools linked to non-Muslim communities had long experience and connections. Muslim families regularly felt they had no fully reliable school that combined:
  • Strong exam results,
  • A disciplined atmosphere,
  • And an environment where Islamic practice and identity were safe.
Islamia High School, Narowal, was the answer to this need. It was a school under Muslim management, set up to compete academically while expressing the values of the community that founded it. Yet like many new institutions, it needed structure, consistency, and a clear standard. Sir Nazir Ahmed became one of the central figures in forming it. His degrees and training meant he understood the technical side of schooling; his upbringing in Maulvi Ibrahim’s household meant he understood its moral side.
In the beginning, there were only 146 students and four teachers, and funds were limited. He formed a committee to address issues such as finances, management, teachers’ salaries, and, especially, the 18 acres of land he acquired single-handedly for the school. He started campaigning door-to-door to raise people’s awareness that education is the future of our generation. He encouraged parents to bring their kids to school for enrollment. Building schools and improving education for the town’s people is his heritage. Many of his colleagues, friends, and public figures helped his cause and worked day and night alongside him to make his dreams come true. The most prominent names who are part of this history now are as follows :

1- Syed Imdad Hussain Shah

He was a distinguished personality in Narowal city and was regarded as one of the most influential and respected teachers of that era. Sir Nazir Ahmed required such support, which was clearly most needed at that time.
2-Moulvi Umer din
3-Abdullah Khan
4-Ch. Ghulam Muhammad Butt
5-Ch.Muhammad Suleman Uppal
The people mentioned above practically helped him realize his dream of spreading education to every child in the region.

Discipline as a daily routine

What he brought first was not new furniture or lofty speeches; it was order, Discipline, and a clear standard that set the foundation for the school’s success.
  • The timetable had to be obeyed.
  • Student and teacher attendance had to be recorded and taken seriously.
  • The school day had to start and end in a way that told the town: this building is not a formality; work happens here.
His own personality reinforced that. He arrived on time, prepared his lessons, and expected the same from others. Students quickly learned that when Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed was on the premises, excuses shrank. Small forgetfulnesses, such as a missing notebook, a late arrival, and an incomplete assignment, were neither ignored nor oppressed. He understood that real Discipline is firm and fair, not theatrical. Little by little, this consistency changed the atmosphere. Parents noted. A child who once sauntered through the school day came home with a clearer sense of the route. Teachers adjusted their own habits; no one wanted to be the weak link when a colleague was setting such a high standard.

A school that was confidently Muslim

At the same time, he insisted that the school retain its clear Muslim character without becoming a narrow or hostile institution.
This meant:
  • Religious instruction and Urdu were not pushed aside; they were treated as essential pillars.
  • The school’s daily rhythm respected prayer times and basic Islamic etiquette.
  • Teachers were expected to behave like people whose lives students could safely imitate in speech, dress, and dealings.
The result was a school where parents could say: “My child is not only learning to pass exams; he is also learning how to live as a responsible Muslim.” That combination turned Islamia High School in Narowal into the first solid base camp for Nazir Ahmed’s broader project. In effect, he turned scattered initiatives into a local network of Muslim education. A boy from a village who had completed middle school could now consider several Muslim high schools within reach. The old pattern in which serious Muslim education meant leaving home for faraway cities began to weaken.

Impact on competition with non-Muslim schools

His efforts to counter the educational dominance of non-Muslim schools, especially those that had for a long time restrained trade and administrative pathways. Nazir Ahmed did not preach hatred; he responded to competition with competence.
  • Instead of telling Muslims to avoid certain institutions, he offered alternatives that met or exceeded the Discipline and academic standards of those schools. In meetings and community meetings, he asserted that economic strength and social respect would follow only when Muslims had their own high-performing institutions.
  • Over time, as results improved and more Muslim students progressed through Matric and beyond, this approach produced results. The enthusiasm of Muslim families in the region rose, not because others were pushed down, but because their own children finally had access to schooling on terms they could respect.

Narowal Public School, the last flagship school in his system

Why did Narowal need a public school?

Even as the network of high schools grew, one ambition remained: a public school in Narowal that would represent the town’s educational awakening and carry its name far beyond the district. High schools linked with different boards and bodies were vital, but Nazir Ahmed wanted Narowal to have an institution that could be pointed to with pride in any gathering:
  • A school that comprised traditional moral formation with modern schooling,
  • And one whose very name, Narowal Public School, communicated that this town had claimed its place in the educational story of Punjab.
From his earlier experiences, he knew exactly what such a school would need: determined leadership, a carefully chosen staff, rigorous admissions criteria, and an unambiguous identity.

The intellectual blueprint behind NPS

By the time work on Narowal Public School (NPS) took concrete form, Nazir Ahmed had already spent decades:
  • running or advising high schools,
  • dealing with education offices and inspectors,
  • and watching the students move from school to examination halls and then into the world.
NPS allowed him to polish all that experience into a single design. The blueprint rested on several convictions:
 
1-Environment shapes destiny
2-A school’s physical layout, cleanliness, and order are not decorative; they affect how students think about themselves.
3-Teachers are the invisible curriculum.
4-Their punctuality, practice, and personal conduct teach more than any manual.
5-Language is essential: Urdu, as his M.A. specialization, had to be treated with honor; English and other subjects were to be learned without allowing Urdu and Islamic studies to become ornaments.
6-Parent partnership. Parents ought to see the school as their ally and be kept informed of standards, results, and behavior.
  • Every brick of NPS, every rule in its prospectus, was meant to illustrate these ideals. It was more than a school; it was Nazir Ahmed’s complete statement about what education in Narowal should look like. NPS as a magnet for talent and hope. Once NPS opened its doors, it quickly became an attraction: Families from different social levels sought admission, noticing the school as a path to both worldly opportunity and ethical grounding.
  • Young graduates and teachers who appreciated Nazir Ahmed’s work were willing to serve there, even when other jobs might have seemed easier, because they saw NPS as a cause rather than merely a workplace.
  • Students who passed through its corridors took pride: they weren’t merely from “a small town”; they were students of Narowal Public School, an institution spoken of with respect in conversations about education. For the town itself, NPS mirrored a better version of Narowal: disciplined, enterprising, based in faith, and engaged with modern knowledge. How his institutions changed everyday life in the region, new rhythms in households
Before this network of schools took shape, many homes in the area followed a predictable pattern: an early exit from schooling, a quick entry into fields, shops, or petty jobs, and a sense that education beyond the basics was a luxury. As Nazir Ahmed’s institutions gained ground, the daily rhythms of households began to change.
  • Morning routines adjusted to school timetables, homework, and exam schedules.
  • Parents started saving and planning around fees, uniforms, and books, recognizing them as investments, not burdens.
  • Family conversations about children shifted from “where will he work?” to “which class is he in now, when is his exam, how are his marks?”
This mental shift is one of the surest signs of a successful educationist: when ordinary people begin to treat learning as paramount to life rather than an optional reserve. Creating respect for the teaching profession. In many societies, teachers suffer from low social status. Nazir Ahmed’s career pushed back against this regional trend. By living as a disciplined, principled, and practical teacher-leader, he set a standard that raised the honor of the entire profession.
  • Young people who saw his effect felt that becoming a teacher could be a serious calling, not just a fallback.
  • Communities observing the transformation of their children through these schools began to treat good teachers as assets, inviting them into decision-making and respecting them in gatherings.
  • In staff rooms, his presence forced everyone to recognize that mediocrity was unacceptable; they were part of a greater mission.

Giving the town a new identity

Narowal of the early twentieth century could have stayed just another small town on the map of Punjab, known only to its own people. Through the schools and educational bodies connected to Nazir Ahmed’s name, it acquired a new identity:
  • A place where the Muslim educational initiative was strong.
  • A town whose name appeared in the context of high schools, public schools, and educational movements, not only in administrative lists.
  • A community that others could point to as an example of how local leadership can shape destiny without vast resources.
This identity is what lies behind the phrase “Sir Syed of Narowal”. It is not flattery; it is an attempt to place him in the line of those who rebuild a community’s self-respect through education.

Government Recognition and Educational Missions Abroad

From regional organizer to national resource

By the time Pakistan had passed through its first difficult years, Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed was not known only in Narowal but also in wider educational circles. Reports, examination results, and official correspondence made one fact clear:
  • In a region of limited resources, he had succeeded in building and maintaining disciplined, effective schools.
  • He had shown stability in social and religious leadership.
  • He had worked constructively during the years of Partition and refugee settlement.
  • For education officials at district and provincial levels, such a figure was valuable.
They needed people who understood both the technical side of schooling and the realities of country life. It was natural that the Government of Pakistan began to call on him to take on responsibilities that extended beyond Narowal.

Roles in official educational work

In the years that followed, he was entrusted with a range of official educational tasks. These included:
  • participation in bodies and forums where school standards, examination systems, and institutional needs were discussed;
  • visits to institutions outside his own area to observe their condition and offer recommendations;
  • Involvement in consultations on how to strengthen rural and small-town schooling in line with the country’s needs.
In these roles, he brought the same approach that had marked his work in Narowal:
  • He spoke candidly and respectfully, avoiding overpraise.
  • He judged schools not by buildings alone, but by
  • discipline, teaching, and development.
  • He raised concerns when he believed students’ interests were being overlooked.
Officials learned that asking for his view meant receiving an honest, grounded answer from someone with long experience.

Educational visits abroad

The Government of Pakistan also included him during educational visits and missions abroad. For a man whose life has begun in the modest conditions of Narowal, these journeys were a new phase: he traveled not as a private visitor but as a representative of his country.
Those missions had clear purposes:
  • to allow educationists from Pakistan to observe school systems in other countries,
  • to visit schools, colleges, and training institutions,
  • to meet educators and administrators, and
  • To discuss how different societies were handling literacy, teacher training, curriculum, and discipline.
  • On such visits, he paid attention to features that mattered in his own work:
  • how teachers were prepared for the classroom,
  • how schools were supervised and sustained,
  • how moral or civic education was combined with academic subjects,
  • and how communities communicated with their schools.
He did not treat foreign systems as models to be automatically replicated, but as experiences from which functional elements could be identified.

Learning without imitation

From what is known of his personality and practice, one can see how he approached these projects:
  • He recognized that other countries had longer histories of modern schooling and could offer technical and organizational insights.
  • At the same time, he understood that Pakistan’s social, cultural, and financial conditions were different, and that any lessons had to be acclimated carefully, not transplanted without thought.
  • This balanced attitude meant that his foreign visits did not result in ideological techniques. Instead, they augmented his understanding of what might genuinely help schools in places like Narowal and similar towns.

Sharing observations at home

On returning from those missions, he did not keep his experiences to himself. He shared what he had seen in the circles where he had always exerted influence:
  • with teachers and principals, in staff rooms and informal discussions;
  • in committee and board meetings, where policy and management were being considered;
  • With younger educationists who sought his advice.
  • He practically spoke about foreign systems:
  • pointing out how some countries had made reading a habit through libraries and structured study periods,
  • -explaining how teacher training in some places involved continuous mentoring, not just one-time courses,
  • -discussing how regular inspection and feedback could improve schools without crushing their initiative.
He then linked these observations to local possibilities of how similar ideas might be attempted within the means of small-town and rural institutions. In this way, his missions abroad became part of the continuous improvement of the schools and committees he influenced, rather than remaining as faint memories or formal reports.

Serving the country without leaving the town behind

He maintained his connection to Narowal throughout. He did not treat national or international exposure as grounds for distancing himself from his own community. Instead:
  • He continued to regard Narowal and its belt as his primary field,
  • He remained engaged in the affairs of the institutions he had built,
  • And he used the respect he gained outside his home region to strengthen the position of education within it.
For people in Narowal, his official assignments acted as a source of quiet pride. They could say that someone from their town, who had committed his life to their children, was now consulted on higher-level educational matters. What this meant for his students and counterparts: For the students and younger colleagues who watched his career, his government recognition and foreign missions carried a clear message:
  • It was possible for someone from a small town, without inherited political or economic power, to gain national trust via consistent educational work.
  • That teaching and institution-building were not minor occupations but could lead to positions in policy-making and in representing the country.
  • That one could engage with the wider world while remaining firmly attached to one’s own faith, culture, and community.
  • The sight of their own headmaster, committee leader, or local elder being called into wider forums reinforced the value of the path he had always pressed upon them: serious study, disciplined behavior, and service through institutions.

A circle is completed.

Looking at this stage of his life, a circle becomes clear:
1-He began as a student in Narowal, moved through Lahore and the University of the Punjab, and returned with training in teaching and language.
2-He invested that training in building and strengthening schools in his region.
3-His work in education and his public service during political and social disturbances earned him acknowledgment beyond the district.
4-The state then drew on his experience, sending him to other parts of Pakistan and abroad to consider education on a wider scale.
5-Whatever he saw and learned on those journeys was brought back, in various forms, to benefit the same communities where he had started.
In this way, his later years as a recognized educationist do not stand apart from the rest of his life. They are the natural extension of a path that began in the streets of Narowal and always returned there, bearing with it whatever might help its people to grow in knowledge, discipline, and dignity.

Social Leadership, Religious Campaigns, and Public Voice

A teacher who refused to stay inside the school gate

For many men of his generation, “education” meant what happened between the first bell and the last bell. For Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed, that boundary never existed. Once he had built and stabilized schools, he began to ask a more complex question: If the market, the streets, and the public meetings are still in other hands, how long can our schools remain safe and effective? That question drew him into social and religious leadership. He did not become a full-time politician, but he used his authority as an educationist to shape opinion on the issues that determined whether a Muslim child could live, learn, and work with dignity in Narowal.
His public work moved along three main lines:
1-Strengthening the Muslim presence in trade and schooling, where Hindu dominance had long been taken for granted.
2-Organising religious and cultural life, especially around the celebration of Eid Milad-un-Nabi ﷺ, so that faith and society pride were visible in the streets.
3-Raising his speech on sensitive religious questions, including the challenge posed by Qadiani influence, while trying to keep the town’s unity and honor intact.

Challenging the dominance of non-Muslim institutions

The economic and educational imbalance
When Nazir Ahmed was a young man, Narowal and neighboring towns were heavily dominated by non-Muslim communities. They controlled many of the best schools, much of the trade, and many connections with government offices. For Muslim families, this created a double dependence:
  • To educate their children beyond a basic level, they often had to use schools that did not share their religious or cultural priorities.
  • To find work or credit, they frequently worked through trading networks as junior partners.
Sir Nazir Ahmed did not respond with slogans, but with an institutional counterweight. Part of that work has already been described: the building of strong Muslim schools. The rest took place in public meetings, committees, and campaigns where he argued that Muslims had to organize themselves economically and educationally or accept permanent weakness.

Bringing traders, landlords, and teachers onto one page

In Narowal, teachers had their own world, traders had theirs, and religious scholars moved in a third. Nazir Ahmed worked to pull these circles together. In gatherings, he would press a simple point:
  • A school without financial backing cannot survive or maintain standards.
  • A shopkeeper whose children are uneducated cannot protect his business in the next generation.
  • A religious scholar who ignores the schooling of children cannot claim to be safeguarding the community’s future.
Using this logic, he persuaded traders to contribute to school funds, landlords to support building projects and scholarships, and scholars to publicly stand behind the institutions he was building. In return, he guaranteed that the schools would protect both faith and discipline and would not allow money to buy undue influence. Gradually, this alliance changed the balance. Muslim traders who once hesitated to engage in education now take pride in being seen as supporters of learning. Parents noticed that businesspeople and landowners in their community respected the schools, and their confidence grew accordingly.

Eid Milad-un-Nabi ﷺ and the public life of faith

Turning devotion into organized civic life
One of the most visible parts of Nazir Ahmed’s public work was his role in organizing the Eid Milad-un-Nabi ﷺ celebrations and processions in Narowal. And not only that, to fight Sikh aggression, he led a crowd of more than 10,000 people. For him, these were not only occasions of personal piety but public statements about the town’s identity.
Under his guidance, the Milad processions became:
  • Disciplined, dignified events, with clear routes and timings,
  • Educational occasions, where speeches, naats, and historical reminders linked love of the Prophet ﷺ to the duty of learning and character,
  • Points of unity, where traders, students, teachers, laborers, and religious scholars walked together.
He believed that when children saw their teachers and elders in such orderly, respectful, and loving processions for the Prophet ﷺ, it gave them a living picture of what kind of adults they should become.

Working alongside prominent religious figures

Sir Nazir Ahmed’s standing as an educationist gave him access to prominent scholars and spiritual leaders of his time. Among those with whom he is linked in these religious and social efforts is Pir Jamaat Ali Shah, a towering figure of devotion and resistance in Punjab.
When Pir Jamaat Ali Shah and other leading scholars visited the area or joined Milad-un-Nabi ﷺ events, Nazir Ahmed’s organizational skills ensured that:
  • Their visits were well-prepared,
  • Students and townspeople could hear and benefit from them,
  • And the gatherings remained orderly and purposeful, focused on remembrance of the Prophet ﷺ and on calls to moral reform.
In this way, he acted as a bridge: the world of modern schools and examination halls was connected to the world of khanqahs and pulpits rather than kept apart. Students who might otherwise have dismissed religious figures as distant or irrelevant saw them standing with their own headmaster in the exact cause.

Voice on religious controversies

Responding to the Qadiani challenge
Strong debates around Qadiani beliefs and claims marked the mid-twentieth century in Punjab. In the towns and villages of the region, this was not an abstract theological quarrel; it was felt in the mosque, the marketplace, and the school, wherever questions of leadership and loyalty arose.
Nazir Ahmed believed that an educationist could not remain neutral if the finality of prophethood and the basic creed of Islam were questioned. At the same time, he understood that hatred and disorder were not answers. His public stance, therefore, had two sides:
1-Clear defense of orthodox Muslim belief
2-In speeches, lessons, and gatherings, he affirmed the finality of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ and warned against any doctrines that undermined it.
3-Insistence on disciplined protest
4-When feelings in the town ran high, he used his influence to keep reactions within the bounds of law and decency, so that the community’s moral standing was not damaged.
He worked closely with other respected figures in the region on these efforts, ensuring that religious concerns were raised forcefully but responsibly. For him, protecting belief and protecting the public honor of Muslims were two sides of the same duty.

Linking creed with character and education

In classrooms and public talks, Nazir Ahmed often joined theological points with practical demands. When speaking about movements he considered harmful, he did not stop at saying “this is wrong”; he pressed his audience to:
  • strengthen their own knowledge of Qur’an and Sunnah,
  • avoid the ignorance and personal misconduct that made people easy targets for misleading ideas,
  • and support the schools and madrasas that were safeguarding sound belief.
In his view, a community that neglected education but became heated in controversy was fighting with half its body asleep. Proper defense of creed, he argued, must rest on well-taught minds and disciplined institutions, not on emotion alone.

Social campaigns rooted in education

Using students as a force for good. Because he spent his life among students, Nazir Ahmed understood their potential as a social force. When worthwhile causes arose, such as a relief effort, a public cleanliness drive, or a campaign to raise funds for a school or a charitable project, he did not hesitate to mobilize pupils and former students.
He taught them that:
  • Carrying a banner or helping organize a procession was not only about display; it was training for citizenship,
  • Speaking in public meetings was preparation for defending truth and justice later in life,
  • Discipline in gatherings was as crucial as discipline in classrooms.
In this way, generations of young people learned to link their education with service, rather than seeing the two as separate worlds. Many of them later became teachers, civil servants, lawyers, traders, and local leaders who continued to bring this habit of organized service into their adult lives.

Countering hopelessness and dependency

In small towns, especially under colonial rule and in the early years after independence, poorer families often felt that nothing could change. Nazir Ahmed’s social work ran counter to this mood. Through speeches, school functions, religious gatherings, and committee work, he hammered home a few constant messages:
  • Education is the first tool of self-respect – without it, talk of rights and dignity is empty.
  • Muslims must trust their own capacity – waiting forever for distant authorities to solve local problems is a recipe for permanent weakness.
  • Cooperation is stronger than complaint – when traders, farmers, teachers, and scholars stand together around a clear project, real change becomes possible.
Because these words were backed by visible results—new schools, improved exam performance, organized processions, relief efforts—they did not sound like slogans. People could point to buildings, timetables, and transformed students as proof that his approach worked.

A public figure whose authority came from classrooms

By the time he was an elder in Narowal, Nazir Ahmed was more than a headmaster and more than a committee member. He was one of the few figures whose presence could:
  • Calm a heated argument,
  • Give weight to a decision in a committee,
  • draw crowds to a Milad-un-Nabi ﷺ procession,
  • and ensure that a new institution, once announced, would actually function.
What makes his public role distinctive is that all of this authority came from his work in education. He did not inherit a political dynasty or large estates. His capital was:
  • the respect earned in classrooms and staff rooms,
  • the trust of parents who had watched their children grow under his care,
  • and the credibility gained by building enduring institutions.
Because of that, when he spoke on social, religious, or political issues, people listened not only to his words but to the evidence of his life. They saw a man who had given decades to the schooling of their children and was therefore entitled to warn, advise, and lead.

Pakistan Movement and the Burden of Partition

By the 1940s, Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed was already recognized in Narowal as the leading educationist of his area. He had:
  • secured his own advanced education,
  • stabilized key schools under Muslim leadership,
  • and become a public voice in religious and social matters.
At the same time, the politics of the subcontinent had achieved a decisive point. The question of what future Muslims would have in India was no longer a distant debate. It was regarded in every town where Muslims were numerically strong but institutionally weak. For a man whose life’s work was to build educational self-respect for his community, the rising Pakistan Movement could not be a passing topic. It was directly connected to the kind of environment in which his students and their families would live.

Supporting the Pakistan cause

When the demand for Pakistan became a serious political program, Sir Nazir Ahmed stood clearly with it. His reasoning grew naturally from what he had already seen and done:
  • He had monitored how control over schools and economic life influenced the dignity and prospects of Muslims in his area.
  • He believed that without political security and space, the gains made through local educational work would remain exposed and insecure.
  • He understood that a community that wanted to secure its faith, culture, and institutions needed more than scattered efforts; it required a validating state framework.
In meetings, conversations, and guidance to younger people, he spoke in favor of Pakistan as a necessary future for the Muslims of the region. He did not become a full-time politician; his central platform remained schools and committees. But within that circle, his stance was unmistakable. Students, colleagues, and community members knew that their leading educationist considered the Pakistan Movement aligned with their long-term educational and ethical interests.

Encouraging students to unite learning with responsibility

Sir Nazir Ahmed’s influence on the Pakistan Movement in Narowal was not through slogans alone. It was through the way he taught students to think and behave.
He described events to them in simple, clear terms:
  • Why were Muslims worried about their future under a purely majoritarian system?
  • Why education remained essential regardless of political change,
  • Why moral conduct and discipline were as crucial as political enthusiasm.
He emphasized that being in favor of Pakistan did not excuse infidelity, passivity, or misconduct. On the contrary, he noted that people who asked for their own state should demonstrate, by their behavior, that they were fit to carry such a responsibility.
Many of the young people who later took part in local political activity and public service had first discovered these ideas in their classrooms and staff rooms. When they operated in the cause of Pakistan, they carried with them a style shaped by their standards: tidy, profound, and rooted in principle.

Partition and the arrival of refugees

When Partition came in 1947, Punjab became one of the main corridors of movement and disruption. In districts like Sialkot and the towns of its belt, including Narowal, people saw:
  • populations shifting on a gigantic scale,
  • families leaving behind homes, shops, and fields,
  • and new arrivals in need of shelter, security, and a way to start again.
In Narowal’s streets and neighborhoods, Partition was not a conceptual event. It seemed as if refugees who had lost almost everything, and those who received them, were in a state of shock. In this environment, it was natural that those who already held roles of trust and organization in the community, especially teachers, religious figures, elders, and experienced council members, would be pulled into the difficult work of settling and supporting deposed families.

His role in refugee rehabilitation

In the period following Partition, Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed took on responsibilities for the rehabilitation of refugees (mahājirīn) in his area. This work demanded qualities he had already been exercising in schools:
He worked with others in helping to:
  • Arrange transient and more permanent housing for arriving families,
  • conduct dialogues over how vacated properties and resources would be used,
  • And confirm that support reached those who were most in need, not only those with the loudest voices.
The work was appealing and often discouraging. Conclusions about who would live where and who would receive which form of assistance carried emotional weight. In such moments, his reputation for righteousness and sincerity made him a natural point of reference.

Working alongside local leadership

Sir Nazir Ahmed did not act alone. He worked alongside other respected figures of the town—elders, traders, religious scholars, and younger activists. Each brought their own strengths; his distinctive contribution lay in:
  • Clear thought and directive – he was used to dealing with numbers of students, lists of staff, exam schedules, and building needs, which translated into an ability to think about refugee needs in a structured way;
  • Moral opinion – he reminded those involved that how they treated these vulnerable families would be remembered by people and recorded by God;
  • Calm leverage – his presence helped to cool tempers when disputes threatened to turn into unnecessary conflict.–
In this way, the same qualities that had made him effective in building schools—patience, steadiness, a sense of proportion—were now applied to a task that touched not only the future of children but the immediate survival of whole families’ education in the shadow of upheaval. Even as primary humanitarian needs pressed, Sir Nazir Ahmed’s attention did not waver from schooling. He understood that if children’s education were neglected during these years, the consequences would be long-lasting.
As conditions slowly stabilized, he encouraged families, both locals and refugees, to:
  • think again about schooling for their children,
  • make use of the institutions that had survived the upheaval,
  • and see education as part of healing and rebuilding, not a luxury to be postponed indefinitely.
He supported efforts to reopen schools, repair routines, and, where possible, incorporate children from ousted families into classes. His message was consistent with everything he had always believed:
“If we allow this generation to grow up without proper education, then the damage of these years will repeat itself in another form.”
Through this insistence, he helped prevent the Partition crisis from leading to a long-term collapse in learning and discipline among the young in his region.

A reputation tested in hard years

The period of the Pakistan Movement and Partition became a testing ground for his qualities and his vision.
By the end of these years, people could see three things clearly:
1-He had already built and strengthened educational institutions before politics reached a breaking point.
2-He had stood with the Pakistan cause in a way that reflected his lifelong commitment to Muslim dignity through education.
3-When the crisis came in the form of refugees and local tensions, he stepped forward to share the burden, not stepping aside.
This combination of long-term educational work, public stance, and practical service explains why, later, when provincial and national authorities looked for people to consult on education, his name carried genuine weight. His authority was not borrowed; it had been earned in classrooms, in committee rooms, and in the demanding streets of a town living through historic change.

Educationist first, in every arena

It is essential to see that his role in these political and social events remained, at its core, the role of an educationist:
  • He supported Pakistan because he believed Muslims needed a framework in which they could build and protect their institutions.
  • He helped in refugee rehabilitation in ways shaped by his instinct for organization and fairness, learned over years of running schools.
He returned to the task of normalizing education as quickly as possible, seeing it as the primary path for families to regain resilience and honor.

“Sir Syed of Narowal”

The kind of educationist he really was

When people in and around Narowal call Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed the “Sir Syed of Narowal”, they are doing something distinct, even if they don’t always describe it. They are not stating that he established a university, wrote famous books, or led a national political party. They are saying something more nuanced and, in many ways, harder: In a single compact region, he transformed the destiny of a community through institutions, as other great educators changed much larger worlds.
If we strip away emotion and look at the pattern of his life, four features stand out:
1-He noticed education as the primary path out of weakness.
2-From Narowal’s narrow streets to the other regions, he witnessed how the educated were treated differently from the uneducated. That experience deepened his guiding enthusiasm: if Muslims in his area were to stand with pride, they would do so through schools, not slogans.
3-He formulated a strategy and made sure it worked.
4-Government High School Narowal, Islamia High School Narowal, the chain of Muslim schools in the tehsil, institutions for girls, committees, anjumans, and finally Narowal Public School, carried together, form a network, not a haphazard array of jobs.
5-He integrated belief, profession, and contemporary academics.
6-In his schools, prayer, Urdu, Qur’an, and Islamic manners did not compete with mathematics, science, and English. They coexisted under one roof, supervised by discipline that came as much from religious conscience as from state regulations.
7-He stayed rooted in one place and found the right people to help him through his journey.
8-While many educated men of his caliber pursued careers in big cities, he tied his life to one town and its surrounding belt, allowing his influence to grow outward from there.

Similarities with Sir Syed Ahmad Khan

Sir Syed Ahmad Khan (1817–1898) is remembered primarily as:
  • The founder of the Mohammedan Anglo-Oriental College at Aligarh (which later became Aligarh Muslim University),
  • The leader who reminded Indian Muslims that modern education in sciences and English was essential after the collapse of Mughal power,
  • A man who rebuilt self-respect through learning after political defeat and social decline.
On a smaller geographic scale, Sir Nazir Ahmed’s life follows a recognizable pattern.

Same diagnosis: decline without education

Sir Syed looked at North Indian Muslims after 1857 and saw a community living on memories, cut off from the new sources of power and knowledge. His answer was to push them into modern schools without cutting them away from their religious identity. Sir Nazir Ahmed looked at Narowal and its surroundings in the early twentieth century and saw a local version of the same problem:
 

Others dominate key schools and trades,
Muslim families accepting a second-class status as if it were natural
Religious sentiment is present but detached from institutional strength.

His answer was the same in spirit: build serious schools under Muslim leadership, demand discipline and examination success, and create an environment where a child could be both a practicing Muslim and a confident participant in modern life.

Exact method: institutions over rhetoric

Sir Syed did not stop at speeches; he built Aligarh, a substantial campus with classrooms, hostels, rules, staff, and an ethos. That college became a manufacturer of leadership, producing civil servants, lawyers, teachers, and thinkers who shaped the next century. Sir Nazir Ahmed followed the same method at a district scale:
  • Islamia High School, Narowal,l and other Muslim high schools in the belt,
  • Institutions for girls,
  • Committees and boards that gave these schools legal and financial backing,
  • And, ultimately, Narowal Public School is the flagship.
He, too, understood that ideas without institutions fade. So he spent his resilience on the gradual work of forming timetables, hiring teachers, enforcing rules, and building trust. Where Sir Syed gave North Indian Muslims a university-rooted model, Sir Nazir Ahmed gave the Muslims of Narowal a complete local system.

Same balance: religion and modern knowledge

Sir Syed’s project at Aligarh tried to hold together:
  • Modern sciences and English
  • Islamic identity and ethics
  • And a way of life that allowed Muslims to move in the contemporary world without dissolving. Sir Nazir Ahmed pursued a parallel balance:
  • He insisted on Qur’anic recitation, Islamic studies, and Urdu as core components of schooling.
  • He demanded serious work in board-exam subjects, knowing that without measurable results in mathematics, sciences, and languages, his students would remain barred from jobs and higher studies.
  • His principles of discipline and public leadership linked moral behavior to educational success, not as two irrelevant tracks.
In this way, both men denied the erroneous choice between tradition and modernity. Their answer was not a hybrid slogan but a set of schools where both lived every day.

Key difference: scale and visibility

The differences are also noteworthy:
  • Scale – Sir Syed worked on an all-India scale, created a flagship college that became a university, and is part of global academic memory. Sir Nazir Ahmed worked at the regional level, concentrating on one town and its surrounding villages.
  • Visibility – Sir Syed’s writings, speeches, and controversies with contemporaries are widely documented. Sir Nazir Ahmed’s work mainly lived in classrooms, corridors, local committees, and the memories of his students.
  • Historical moment – Sir Syed acted in the aftermath of 1857 under colonial rule. Sir Nazir Ahmed’s work spanned the late colonial period, the Pakistan Movement, Partition, and the early decades of Pakistan. Because of these differences, any comparison must be careful and honest.
The title “Sir Syed of Narowal” does not mean that Sir Nazir Ahmed built an Aligarh or wrote volumes of political commentary. It means that within his own horizon, for the people whose children he carried, he played the same kind of role:
  • Diagnosing weakness,
  • Prescribing education,
  • And building institutions that allowed a Muslim community to stand up straight.

Echoes of other world educationists

Beyond Sir Syed, Sir Nazir Ahmed’s life shows obvious resemblances to that of other educationists whose names are known far beyond their own countries. With the “liberation,” educators think of figures who saw education as a way to crash the revolutions of humiliation: men like Paulo Freire in Brazil, who spoke of the downtrodden learning to read the word and the world; or Makarenko in the Soviet Union, who swung broken youth colonies into disciplined communities via work and shared responsibility. Sir Nazir Ahmed did not write theory like Freire or Makarenko; he did something more modest and, in its place, just as challenging. He took a small, neglected district and quietly taught its people that:
-They were not doomed to be weak
-Their children’s heads could be held high if given proper schooling
-Self-respect requires both proficiency and values. In that sense, he was also a liberation educator, but his classroom was Narowal itself, its markets, mosques, processions, and schools, and his textbooks were timetables, exam results, and his students’ behavior.

What his story teaches about building from the margins

When we set aside the names and look at the pattern, Sir Nazir Ahmed’s life offers several lessons that remain painfully relevant for many Muslim and developing-world communities today.

Start where you are, and stay long enough.

He did not wait for perfect conditions. He started with:
  • The schooling available in Narowal,
  • The colleges that would accept him in Lahore,
  • The minor leadership roles gradually grew in size.
Most importantly, he stayed. He did not treat Narowal as a stepping stone. He rooted himself there for decades until schools, committees, and a public culture had formed around his work. In a world obsessed with speed and short-term contracts, his life is a reminder that lasting institutions need someone who refuses to leave.

Build institutions, not dependency.

Instead of positioning himself as the permanent fixer of individual problems, he built structures that kept helping people even when he was not physically present:
  • schools with clear rules,
  • committees with procedures,
  • traditions of discipline and celebration that continued year after year.
In doing this, he moved his community away from dependency on individuals and toward reliance on institutions – one of the most challenging transitions any society has to make.

Keep faith and modernity in the same room.

  • He refused to accept either extreme:
  • The idea that righteousness demands ignorance of the modern world, or
  • The idea that modern success requires abandoning religious identity.
By embedding Islamic studies, Urdu, and moral conduct at the heart of schools that also pursued excellence and professionalism, he gave Narowal a workable model of integrated life. For students, it meant they did not have to choose between being “good Muslims” and “successful professionals”. They could aspire to both.

Let action speak louder than praise.

He did not build his life around collecting titles or honors. The absolute praise he received came in forms like:
  • Parents say, “If my son gets into his school, I will sleep more easily.”
  • Traders and elders agreed to serve on committees because he asked,
  • Government bodies trusted him with missions and consultations because he had already proven himself in practice.
In a time when self-promotion is often louder than service, his biography is a silent argument for quiet, consistent work as the factual basis of honor.

Why is ” Sir Syed of Narowal ” justified  

The phrase “Sir Syed of Narowal” will emerge again and again wherever his name is discussed. Used accurately, it carries a rich meaning.

It is justified because:

  • He organized schools and public life so that a previously subordinate community could look others in the eye.
  • He left behind institutions, habits, and a local pride in learning that outlived him.
Seen this way, the title becomes more accurate and more beautiful. It says:

“If you want to understand what Sir Syed meant on the grand theatre of the subcontinent, look at what Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed did in Narowal. He is our local embodiment of that same spirit.”

A legacy still unfolding.

The actual test of an educationist’s greatness is not the speeches delivered at his funeral. It is what continues to move thirty, forty, and fifty years later, thanks to his work.
In the case of Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed, that persisting motion can be seen in:
  • The schools that still function on foundations he helped lay,
  • The teachers who still tell stories of his discipline and fairness to new generations of students,
  • The families who still measure their children’s progress in terms shaped by the standards he set,
The public memory of Narowal, in which his name is intertwined with the very idea of serious education. Every time a student from Narowal enters a university classroom with confidence, every time a parent insists that a daughter as well as a son must complete their education, every time a local committee argues about budgets and timetables because “our schools must not fall below standard”, a small part of his work continues. For Narowal and for anyone who cares about how a single determined person can alter the trajectory of a place through education, the life of Chaudhry Nazir Ahmed (The Sir Syed of Narowal) stands as a complete answer. History rarely gives such men global fame. But it does not forget them where it matters most, in the habits, expectations, and self-respect of the communities they served.

Work History

1-Headmaster, Islamia High School, Narowal — 1943 to 1960
2-Headmaster, Government High School, Narowal — 1960 to 1966
3-Headmaster, Government Pilot Secondary School, Wahdat Colony, Lahore — 1966 to 1972
4-Headmaster, Central Model High School, Lower Mall, Lahore — 1972 to 1975
5-Secretary Pay Fixation Committee, Nationalized Schools, Punjab — 1972 to 1978
6-Principal Naya Aligarh School, Manga Mandi — 1978 to 1982
7-Principal New Central Model High School, Badami Bagh, Lahore — 1985 to 1989

Social Works

1-Secretary, Central Cooperative Bank Limited, Narowal — 1947 to 1957
2-Founder Anjuman Muslim High School Narowal — 1949
3-Adhalk Secretary Anjuman Islamia Narowal — 1949
4-President Scouts Association Lahore Division — 1966 to 1977
5-President Headmasters Association Lahore Division — 1966 to 1978
6-Advisory to Reformative Committee Thillay Kalan, Narowal — 1982
7-Managing Director Anjuman Farogh-e-Taleem Badami Bagh, Lahore — 1985
8-President Pakistan Faiz Memorial Committee Kala Qadar, Narowal — 1984

Institutes he built

1-Islamia Primary School Narowal – 1943
2-Muslim Primary School Narowal – 1943
3-Islamia High School Nonar – 1947
4-Islamia High School Bado Malhi 1952
5-Muslim High School, Narowal, 1952
6-Islamia High School Phakoke 1954
7-Muslim Girls College, Narowal, 1966
8-Muslim girls’ high school, Narowal, 1954
9-Narowal Public School 1992


© Rana M  27 November 2025 All rights reserved

Special thanks to my beloved teachers, Ms. Zahida and Ms. Shazia, for their help and support in completing this article.
Special thanks to Dr. Saad Mateen (grandson of Sir Nazir Ahmed ) for providing the necessary insights.
Special thanks to my brother Shoaib Khokhar for supporting me in completing this article.

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The dancing daisies could be more vigorous today as much as the trees in the garden. She was singing slow while lecturing to her plants in the garden. The shiny rays of the sun were striking her forehead covered in sweat. Flowers at the corners were unsure if she would reach them today. It was her habit of spending as much bit on each plant to spread equal span to all of them. They were all essential to her, and she oversaw for them equally.  Beauty and beyond is a sumptuous article written about the woman in the garden who didn’t believe in love. Just like other women on earth.

The breakfast in the morning consisted of a few eggs, oat cereal, and then some coffee. Pretty usual, as her anger and temperament towards things she didn’t like. I called her a day earlier, and she made it abundantly clear that she wouldn’t be easily free to talk as she would be busy with her garden. I never met anyone with such enthusiasm towards life and the perception of feelings and emotions in general. As I truly believe a woman is the most powerful thing on earth, I can easily identify she is of the most prominent women on the planet. 

Having extraordinary abilities is infrequent in human beings, and those who keep such powers are exceptional in many ways. So the woman in the garden was more than a dream in an emotion, more fragrant than a rose petal and more delicate than silk. Yet adorned with all those qualities, she was also more robust than metal and at times more fierce than a tornado. But, being so elusive at times, she was pretty challenging to judge or try out as a straightforward person. 

Little did she know about my feelings and emotions, as our conversations were always more about the intellectual stuff or understanding different mythologies. But there was this one day I apprised her that, presume I am one of those flowers you treasure so much in your garden and observe you all day every day, cruising around in the grassland. I do bear a grudge, though, disbursing too much time with other flowers and predominantly having brief conversations with the lilies by the pool.

Months of emails and phone calls, she had no clue I could someday hinge upon her door one day, which still was an assertion in my head, yet it only could take a flight to her city to be true. So finally, I determined to surprise her as she never believed in “love” I wanted to make sure she understood it does live. She was the most intricate woman I ever knew lived, with unpredictable behavior; she was pretty tough in her thoughts.

It was a Monday morning; I was about to land in the “little Paris,” and out of curiosity, as expected, there were signs of snow. Only legends can comprehend the love of rain and snow and the essence of cold weather. I have always loved rain and snow all along with my life, I adore it when snow wraps everything in its white blanket, and you must uncover every single thing with bare hands as if it’s a treasure. There is nothing naked anymore; the fur of snow has captured all the beauty within it as beauty has preserved itself. The undiscovered city was overwhelmingly beautiful in all aspects; I could glimpse it while sitting in the yellow taxi. 

The mesmerizing scenery had just started to freeze in my memories as I heard the voice of the driver, ” we are here.” Oh, sure, I said and disbursed a bit extra from the fair to him; I was a tad eager as I was about to catch her face the first time with my naked eyes. But, as soon as I knocked on the door, my heart began to thump so fast I almost believed I was about to die. She was adorned within all her beauty, clad in a glimmer of delights. 

Her cheeks had transformed into soft pink roses all of a sudden. She froze in her gaze for a moment before I shook her shoulders, saying, ” Hey, are you alright?.” Then, she whispered in a shivering tone,” are you here?”. Yes, I am I replied. It was formidable for her to make eye contact, and the reason for that was her shyness. Undoubtedly the moment I had endeavored to initiate is unnatural in the world we live in today. Yet, she was trying to accept the reality. ” Breath,” I whispered in her ears, and as I  said that, I grabbed her hands and slowly hugged her. The warmth of my body was reaching her veins, and I could feel her liquefying in my arms. She was the most delicate thing I ever touched in my entire life as if I touched one edge; and I could not envision if there were an end to it. 

I had utterly clung to her ribcage yet allowed her to breathe on my shoulders. Then I slowly stroked her back while kissing her neck softly, and she was mumbling in a quivering voice, telling phrases I could not comprehend. Nevertheless, my hands were momentarily gliding down her spine under her silky hair, and she evolved more soothing than moments ago. As soon as my fingers grazed her buttocks, my lips had discovered their way to her lips. I clutched her so hard she barely could breathe while I began kissing her wildly as if it was the last moment of my life. Then, plunged in the passion of that lava sprinting in my veins like blood, I had no consciousness at all. She had immersed me deeper in her soul; my eyes were now shut as I was advancing for the chasm of her beauty. 

None of us remember how long we dropped into that moment how far we drove. Then, as soon as I gained sense, I noticed her wearing a bathrobe carrying a cup of coffee in her hand. Are you alright? She asked promptly, and I replied, ” I am now.” What about you? I questioned her immediately, and without any delay, there was a soft smile on her face as she responded unhurriedly, ” Now I believe in love.” 

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Romantic short stories are charms you like to tell readers. A short love story in English, this is one of the short love stories to read online for free. It had been a while since the guests engaged me so much that I neglected to text her. There had never been a day we have relished without conversing with each other. Furthermore, if this intimacy did not occur, it appeared that the sun might not expose itself to the world the next day. Perhaps all the stars would plummet from the atmosphere, and this world would look like a defeated dream. I understood she might get annoyed, but on the other hand, I understood exactly how to persuade her.

She was right there in my perceptions while I was discussing her with my heart. And the phone lying on the desk in front of me began whirring. I almost had a heart attack with a swift blow to my existence when I observed her name on the screen. It made me stagnant for a while, and I could not push myself to return it. But shortly, I gathered myself, corrected my tone to be available to reply.

“You assume you did ignore nothing yet made me curious”, she said, keeping the flame in her speech at a low pace. I was leering down at the documents spread over the table, pondering what to speak. She carried on “I was not quite sure and was panicked by the situation, You were quiet for a while and for the first time, so I decided to come and see you as soon as possible. Please don’t get indignant, but I am on a plane right now, I’m coming over to see you. I am sorry I was worried about you“.
It was so astonishing that I assumed I went in a trance for some time there. She was screaming” are you there? “ And I grew speechless despite extraordinarily excited that she is getting here to see me. Then I replied with delight” I’m right here sweetheart I simply can’t imagine what I heard. Are you really? “ She did not even let me end my sentence and stated” yeah! Aren’t you happy? “ I responded immediately” I’m over the moon babe”.

Imaculate conceptions

I could hear noises behind her within the airplane where we have been speaking and this time. The captain of the aircraft announced they were going to fly soon, cautioning everybody to place seat belts on. She was speaking so blatant this time considering I won’t have the ability to hear her due to the encircling noises. And she or he affirmed, “alright love, be equipped I’m joining you in few hours” after which she was compelled to hold up the telephone.
I left the workplace as quickly as I could possibly be listening to work calls whereas driving home, telling everybody it was an emergency and I needed to go away early. My condo was huge, but I was home alone in distress nevertheless not everybody had to know that particularly my girlfriend. Women are all the time too strict about observing on every part round or with you once they see you. She was not so perceptive about this still you by no means know what a woman is hiding in her coronary heart and it solely comes out whenever you have an argument.
It was like a convention to go grocery procuring earlier than we meet. I do not know if anybody on the planet does that, though, we have been so loopy romantic and did not wish to lose a minute after we have been together. She all the time flew to my town to see me and I had hardly made a couple of runs to see her in her city. Although it was so thrilling and romantic, and it could possibly be the happiest moments of my life, feeling liked and kissed and cuddled around. It was more like getting so extravagant that you do not even care about where on earth you are right now. You wish to neglect every bit, yet do not desire to see anything but her eyes.

Passionate glory

The keys have been rambling the locks of the door of my apartment promptly. I rushed in and zoomed in a frightened voice “oh my God I’ve to clean it as swiftly as I can”. It got me an hour to locate everything in the place they were purported to be. I hit the showers immediately after, picked her privileged clothes for me, and rolled out. On the way to the airport, I picked some flowers and put them on the front seat. It was somewhat cold outside and the weather was narrating to me there could be rain later. There had been some clouds unfurled throughout the skies above me and I needed rain to drop so long as she was with me.
Being so excited I nearly forgot to take the car to a gas station. The poor thing was beeping every now and then warning me of low gas. Still, I did not wish to be late, so I made a decision to disregard it entirely. Suddenly after parking the car, I was strolling in the direction of the “ARRIVALS” gate. The reception desk instructed me the flight was approaching one and a half-hour later. It emerged that time has seized and the clocks are caught on this loop ceaselessly. Each minute looked like a year.
After waiting for some time I caught the announcement that the flight was finally landed. I hastily yielded myself to the arrivals gate. It’s arduous to wait when your pleasure is off the charts. Lastly, I could see her moving slowly in my direction. Her eyes were wandering, browsing for me, although shyly.

Curiosity

As I decided to sneak as much as I could, so she couldn’t discover me, but then she called me ” where are you? I can’t see you anywhere”. I asked her “have you searched for me in all places?” She nodded “I can not find you though”. I responded nonchalantly “turn around”, and as I had managed to stretch close to her without her noticing she considerably had no plausibility of finding out where I was. She rolled and as soon as I could reach into her gaze, I clutched her waist with my hand wrapping her buttocks and lifted her like she was a mushy toy. Her legs were in the air whereas her belly button was smacking my chest. She was shouting “pull me down”, everyone is watching” and I said “really”? Who cares? I love you and that’s all that matters.
As soon as she was on the ground she hugged me as debilitating as she could and as usual, my fingers were sliding down her back again, reaching for her rumps. I slowly started kissing her neck, and she couldn’t resist screaming “not right here not in public”. Even so, while she was diligent in establishing a dialog I clutched her lips and locked them with a wild kiss. Now she couldn’t speak and all I could feel her in my mouth was “Mmmmm….not right here….. stopp.” I wish I could be at that moment for days, but she was getting tired so I eased down the grip, so she could breathe easily. Her lips turned blushed and her cheeks sprang to boast pink like glowing lava. Suddenly she held my hand as we started walking outside, and whispered: “let’s get out of this place”.
Yes, I replied and where we are heading now”? There was this devilish smile on her face, and she replied with enthusiasm “to the grocery store indeed”. As soon as, I opened the door of the vehicle she noticed those flowers I brought her. She had this twist in her mood smiling but complaining and what are these doing in here? You forgot them again to carry with you”?. “Oh, no,” I said, “They were here on purpose they always distract me when I am kissing you, I mean I don’t know how to keep them while I am kissing you I am sorry”. Smiling again, she replied, “you have got to control yourself I am here now.” “I am trying my best”, I responded before we almost entered the grocery store.
Buying groceries with her was so much fun. To contend for no reason at all for things that did not even matter. But it almost grew my habit to tantalize her a bit to get her angry on purpose. Most probably so I could kiss her right after that. Chocolate syrup on honey? She asked me intently, and I answered softly, “honey I guess, but we don’t need anything sweet now because you are here.”I knew I had made her smile again, but then she almost jumped on me and began kissing me like a wild animal. Not in public, you said, I taunted her a bit, and she paused kissing for a moment and responded, “no one is around”.

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It was a long night before he was starting the engine of his car. A busy day ahead and the first thing to go through was usual morning traffic. No matter where you live, the crest of this elegance is what you observe every day. His eyes were gloomy; sleepless nights have evolved him over the years. But how long he would stretch this, he didn’t have an idea. Her voice was echoing in his head, and he could not forget certain things she mentioned. Now he was talking to himself as he always does—challenging and defending himself of many queries he argued with her last night. Short stories about love are always mesmerising. A cute short love story is as true as the sun itself no matter how small it can be.

It was evident as they spoke to each other after a long time. What he could possess was feelings of his souls speaking to his heart. Remnants of the past still haunting them for reasons unknown. He could not get her out of his fantasies ever, and now as she reached him back again meant a lot. But being an LEO, he was always possessive and submissive in his approach. She is a Sagittarius, and so she liked to be chased, keeping her collected. Now she understood he is a raging bull, and when it comes to love, he is as crazy as a kid is mad for chocolate. It is subtle that if the beast is sleeping, let it rest, and if you wake him up, be ready to see what it is proficient of. He subsisted as a monster for her, and all her brain could think about him was invalidating. It is not because he was an actual werewolf but because he was so overprotective in love and craved her madly. 
I am not making this up, but it is hard for many to believe that people can daydream while they are awake, and it is, in fact, a reality. He stopped at Mcdonalds for breakfast but remembered she had strictly asked him to follow the diet as he had gained a lot of weight. Driving the car away from that station, he went straight to the office. It was a typical day with the same routine, but he was quite muffled today, still conversing to himself and directing himself questions about her. His heart and he were petitioning her in detail this morning. 

So he asked his heart, 

Him: what if she meets us now after all those years? How would you like her?

The heart:  liking days are over pal, don’t you know we yearn her now, and this is forever. 

Him: Yeah, I know, but that’s not the point; I was saying, let us plan how the meeting would be and where?

The Heart: Don’t you remember what she said she liked? 

Him: But she mentioned not to listen to you; you are so stubborn, she says. 

The heart: Ah, what she knows about me? She does not like me; that’s it. 

Him: That means she does not like both of us if it is true. But she blames you for everything. 

While this discussion was getting to its peak, he drove out of the office and went away around, which he didn’t recognize. It was a beautiful evening, and he had no idea if he was driving back home or elsewhere. The car was moving on the road, and all of them were going through the traffic jams, himself, his heart, and the vehicle. 

The heart: Why? I love her the most and loved her all those years. 

Him: Don’t know, man. I had a hard time convincing her we both are improved, but she is reluctant to accept and says that you love too much. 

The heart: Who complains about loving so much?

Him: Apparently, she does

The heart: Tonight we should discuss this with her and don’t you forget to ask her to kiss you. 

Him: She argued with me on this last night, and I could hardly move her to kiss me.

The heart: Trust me and follow my lead. You would be fine. 

Him: Follow your lead? You almost got us destroyed, man; you are insanely possessive at love. 

The heart: We both are; you know we can’t cheat a person and how loyalty runs in our veins. We were born passionate. It’s in the blood. 

Him: So tell me, how would we design to meet her?

The heart: You should insist on her as soon as possible. 

Him: I did, and you always push me and make the scene emotional. 

The car is still moving on the road, and they are far away from home, don’t know how many signals they have crossed and how many highways they have changed. Swapping lanes from left to right, they discuss her, which is getting intense every minute. 

The heart: Why don’t we go back to her town and surprise her?

Him: Are you out of your mind? it would be so risky, and we’ll put her in trouble. 

The Heart: Hear me out, we will just buy a home in her town, won’t tell anyone, just send someone over to bring her home and surprise her. 

Him: And whom should we send to her home?

The Heart: We can think of getting her a business proposal by someone famous in her town belonging to her work industry and so she could listen intently and move along. 

Him: By deceiving her? How would she take such a surprise?

The heart: It is not deceiving; when she would realize that we have done this for her, she would be happy. 

Him: Not her town, though. I don’t feel this vibe. 

The heart: Well, then we can charter a plane and surprise her on a journey together. 

Him: and how do you plan that happening?

The heart: We will offer her an outline and tell her she has to be in several countries for two weeks, at least, as part of the job. 

Him: but why various countries? And how do you think she would buy this?

The heart: We didn’t tell her which country yet so it would be a great surprise. Besides, if she knows we are not involved in this, she would buy it. 

Him: She says she trusts us, so I guess she won’t be upset if we are involved. 

The heart: What’s the element of surprise then?

Him: yeah, you are right. 

The heart: I am always right. 

Don’t know how many toll gates he passed on the way to this journey, and they still could not decide how the rendezvous would be. The city lights were on; he turned down the car’s windows to smell the fresh air. He literally didn’t have any idea where he was driving. It exactly seemed like he was drunk, and the signboards on the roads were blurred in his vision. The eyes were glassy as hell, but this dream’s mesmerism was outstanding, so he didn’t desire this to divulge. 

Him: Don’t you think you are always alright. Now tell me what plan B is if certainty is that we can’t meet her in her town. What is gonna be then?

The heart: Hear me out then, lad! Don’t imagine just be in the scene to feel its trance completely. You have chartered a plane and docked it at the airport in her town. There is her name written in bold letters all over this plane. Inside, you have arranged to decorate all the measures to welcome her on board with all you got. She is getting in her home. You had already sent a tailored suit embroidered all over the spots you asked the designer to create. Not only that, she’s wearing the perfume you like her to wear. Curly hair is done with the fragrance you adore, and even the eyeliner and lip gloss to be what you need her to put on. The lingerie indeed of your choice undoubtedly, in other words, she looks perfect as you desire her to be. 

She has no idea what she is going to observe soon enough. It is going to be the surprise of her life. Slowly she is walking on the track to the select gate assigned for the aircraft I had arranged. Still, she does not understand it but soon realizes that it’s almost her walking in that direction. Usually, you see long queues for boarding passes to be collected and people dozing on the seats waiting for final boarding calls announcements. But she was being escorted to the hanger where I was anxiously waiting for her arrival. Quite nervous but excited, I was pondering in delight. 

Reflections of the heart

Shocked in by seeing the only passenger board that plane, she wanted to confirm it again from the protocol officer ” are you sure this is the plane?” Yes, madam, I am sure he replied. And after walking down the passage like a tunnel that connected the aircraft with the airport. She was right at the door, and the air hostesses were ready to welcome her on board. As soon as she entered the plane, she realized it is still a daydream or something and can’t be real. But it was pretty much accurate, actually more than she could think. 

The hostesses made her sit on a seat right in the center of the plane. Her heart was beating fast as she was really unable to surmise all of this. Biting her nails in this turbulence, she took out her phone but soon put it back in her bag. She was unable to figure out the reason for all this glory on a doubtful day. She sat on the seat yet still been shivering but gathered herself up. I moved slowly from the pilot’s cabin and began approaching her. Biting her fingernails, she was looking sumptuous. I was carrying a champagne bottle in my hand and honestly was trembling myself to surprise her touch her after twenty years. The details of her beauty were exquisite, and her scent has mesmerized the environment already. The situation was jittery for both of us, but what a delightful view and lovely moment nature has bestowed on us after all those years.

Short true love stories

I slowly came near to her shoulder and whispered in her ears, someone asked for a bottle of champagne? She looked at me with exciting exuberance, her eyes were shining, and the facial expressions were exceptionally sparkling. She rose up from her seat and jumped at me like a lioness jumps at its companion with joy. Holding me so tightly, she started hugging me, so I started kissing her madly. She ignited my intense sensations all at once, and this moment was astonishingly extraordinary. The fire of her body was burning my lips; the more I sink inside her, the more astounding she would taste. The ravishing edges on her shoulders were rubbed by me in this quest. Cruising down her waist, I relinquished the delightful spree of a beautiful point. 

For the moment, they didn’t know where they were, falling into the depths of a passionate rendezvous. I grabbed her buttocks; the friction of my hand down under the lingerie fired up her rump. Her lips were diluted in my mouth like rose petals melt in the proximity of passion. All the urges and desires were gathered like a storm, and the lava of emotions was burning them away. Folding her arms in the cling, the nipping sprang at both ends. Pinching her ribs so hard before the hands could smack her pelvis. I was reluctant to let go of this delicate moment ever. She had submitted herself utterly and benevolently, her body flowing more pliant by the touch. The love fallen in each other’s depth continued until the souls merged in one another. Don’t know for how long, few hours, a day, or a week none of us remember. 

When we recaptured senses to learn and gather ourselves together. We realized that we obtained each other in the most desirable energy nature has blessed us with. I asked her where she would like to go today? she answered in a romantic voice, ” It is your day, and I am yours take me where you want.” 

 

© Rana M  19 November 2020 All rights reserved

 

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No matter how you multiply your days with the emotions you exchange. Or the feelings you divide with your heart’s reflections. You can not cheat life for what it offers to you for the days you live on this planet. Delusions of your soul appear to your behavior’s gratitude, and so you cannot hide what is in your heart. Most of us fight with their demons but never know what are they fighting for? The goal of life must be determined to taste the fruit of love. If people start discovering their personality’s treasures, they will find this lifetime is not just enough to realize its full potential. Yet it all depends on a soul how long it can suffer from growing to a point where it gets weightless from the burden of illusion we call love. Choosing who to love is a difficult question to answer. Especially when you are choosing between an old love and new love.

Choosing who to love | Choosing between an old love and new love

It is hard to figure whom you chose to love and spend the rest of your life with. Please don’t compare your f**ck buddies with your beloved. Rhetorically speaking, you can’t technically be allowed to f**ck when you are in a relationship; otherwise, people would call you a cheater and refer you a retard. But as we progress towards development in technology, the cultural norms are pressed to a point where no one cares what the f**ck they are doing. People follow others if they see anything attractive and eye-catching, no matter how shitty the value of the subject would be. It would immediately go viral, and people start to follow shit. A girl is deemed dumb if she cannot sleep with people she can count. She must not calculate the people she sleeps with to get the title of a ” normal girl” in today’s society. So our conclusion here is simple that personalities don’t matter in the modern world, but preserving one’s interests. This scenario does not help you choose which one you love. It can builds momentum for you to decide with whom you are going to have a relationship.

Raging Bull –

Love is wild when your heart discovers it; there is no way out. Soon enough, it grips your soul and devours all the feelings and emotions you carry. It is like a raging bull, fierce in it run, flawless and unstoppable. It’s a phenomenon where people forget what they are and where they are. They do things that are not understandable and acceptable for the outside world. Lovers are lost in each other so much that the eyes of a beloved ornament an ocean for the real lover. They acknowledge each other as a legacy of nature and cherish each other no matter what happens. Choosing who to love is a difficult question to answer. Especially when you are choosing between an old love and new love.

Dominance and control –

It seldom appears that you find the other person the same way you feel about them when you love someone. You infrequently see them loving you back the way you do. Everyone can have a distinctive style, mood, gesture or personality, and attitude towards love. But it speaks only one language; it is rampant and impeccable. So if your question is love, you would plausibly discover the answer being love too. But sometimes people betray, and when you don’t gain love in return, you become heartbroken. Living in the 21st century, people label their lust and infatuation as love and use this word to manipulate the loop of life. You cannot cheat life.

You cannot cheat in love

Similarly, you cannot cheat in love and presume to be obscure. If and only if there’s real love between two people, it is not required for any of them to be dominant in any case. The only people who claim others to be prevalent are materialistic as they mock the word love because they never learn the accurate description. Their priorities are diverse, and so they have to make excuses. When excuses are created, then lies pop up too. So you deviate from the correct path of love and drive on a parallel road that belongs to this world and not to your lover. When this happens, your partner demands love from you, and when you insist on going on a road that pertains to the world, then your lover demands to be with him/her to live a monotonous life.

 

 

Complains vs. excuses.

In this scenario, the person who complains to others as dominant is the person who does not want to discourse the language of love. It is a person who does not envy to surrender anything for love but accuses others. Here is an example to elucidate this theory in any relationship where love is involved either in emotions or sentiments. People give and take feelings to justify their presence. Even parents implement care for their families to prove they love them.

Similarly, when it comes to romance, what is that one thing that keeps a relationship alive? or that one thing that establishes this connection? Is it love? And if it is love, how someone proves it, they love somebody else? So the answer is the actions that occur naturally during a romantic relationship: a kiss, a hug, making love, and much more. To determine who loves who and why this all happens in love, one must understand the fundamental principles to know where they stand in a relationship.

Make’s and Don’ts – Rules vs. the world.

We live in a society with culture and traditions, family, and other obligations to follow to exist in this so-called world. Here is where most people mess up as they mix their materialistic approach to romance and love. The world and love cannot be in one pot, and that’s the rule of nature on this planet. We have not seen any happy ending of a true love story. Lovers have always suffered and consecrated their joys into the hands of this materialistic world in the pages of history. But there are no rules in love. There are no boundaries whatsoever, either. So if someone claims they are in love and complain about this world to justify ” what they can’t do in love,” then recheck them; their claim is false. There are certain things a relationship demands, and here I mean any relationship in this so-called world. So when we do certain things to keep any materialistic relationship alive, we forget to be loyal and worthy enough to honor a romantic relationship. For example, in a romantic relationship, we offer anything we have to our beloved no matter what happens. We know when our beloved is angry and what makes her/him happy.

I love you

When you say the words ” I love you,” that’s a time stamp on anything in your life that belongs to your beloved. Trust those are compelling words, and people got to be careful if they utter them to someone. But when wrong people, people who are liars, speak these words and cannot obligate themselves as true lovers. They mess up because no one can travel in two boats at one time. You can keep the world or the love train. They can decide to live by the rules of a materialistic world. Or live by no limitations in their world of love. And remember the actual world you live in is the world around you that loves you, and the imitation of your heart loves it back.

Excuses Vs. Facts

Now come on, how can you make excuses in love. Excuses are all lies piled up in the wave of emotions that you convey. These are, in fact, the weaknesses you cannot overcome. Or perhaps your truth of commitment towards a relationship and while excuses are on the table. You forget that you said you love somebody. And promised a whole lot of stuff to them. So the relationship gets sour when you generate excuses for things you cannot do in love. For promises, you cannot keep, and for certainties, you cannot drop. The more the excuses, the weaker the relationship. It is like wishing a plant to grow without watering it.

 

Rebounds Vs. fresh

 

When you start a relationship, especially when you are a teenager, things look pretty rumpled at times. It is because the momentum of feelings and emotions is boundless to anything else. The heart is the king, and the mind is just a route to the journey. But whatever happens to this relationship if they diverge for unknown or known circumstances. And lovers fail to engage in and conquer each other. They make rebounds, and true lovers accept each other no matter what the events triggered the tragedy.

Freedom

When rebounds happen, it means that both have allowed each other to begin where they left off and improve their love the way they ever wanted. Here they have more freedom than ever to express themselves to their beloved and reveal what had fallen back in the day. Both cannot forget the past and always remind each other of the moments they shared, the kisses, the hugs, and all the lovemaking in detail. Choosing who to love is a difficult question to answer especially when you are choosing between an old love and new love.

 

© Rana M  11  November 2020 All rights reserved

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Articles about love or articles about love and relationships consume all the energies of lovers. It starts with passion like a dreamboat. Math was not his primary concern as a subject. He was always annoyed at things he didn’t fancy. It appeared like lava kept bubbling inside him, ready to flip everything tirelessly if he articulated. Teenagers are always contentious, but he was more obstinate than typical kids: a brilliant student but a feisty teenager, I must say. There were summer vacations, and he never used to travel anywhere. His father told him to visit one of his uncles. Being shy, he always hesitated gatherings and people he was unfamiliar with it. But his father insisted that he might want to refresh his mind from the burden of studies, and it might make him learn something new. He acknowledged and boarded a train to his uncle’s place.

Trials of Fire

After two days, he recognized it was quite tedious to stay there as he was relatively modest from the inside. His uncle’s kids were amusing, and he used to spend most of his time with them. One day they were all holding an old diary where someone wrote a sensual fantasy in their past. They could not figure out who wrote it, but the story was engaging. Aysel was prudent than them all, and she immediately contrived to duck the diary from other kids as they were younger than both of them.

The younger kids might get curious about words used in the journal, which, by all means, were inappropriate for the younger audience. He smirked when she did that and questioned her, why did you do that? Do you know the definition of “sensual,” which is written in the diary? She nodded, “Yes I know but I can tell you the meaning, later on, cannot tell you in front of the kids.” He said, ” all right then we will discuss it later.”

Runway Affair

The word sex, sensual, or seduction is unceasingly enthusiastic about discussing in any scenario or situation. Both were curious and desired to converse about it whenever they can own time. They frequently used to read collectively or concern about their subjects and grades at school. Falak was a senior while Aysel was a bit younger than him, so she studied as a junior. They both didn’t know what was going to occur to them shortly. They had no clue what they were about to dive into and what they were about to explore.

 

The next morning they captured some time chatting alone as the other kids played, and they could say a few words in private. So he launched the dialogue saying, “so Aysel tell me what do you comprehend about those words inscribed on that diary yesterday.” She turned pink in a second; he could see shy tides on her cheeks, spinning one corner to the other. With her eyes down, she uttered, “I don’t know much I just studied about it someplace.” He grew more curious; his cheeks sprang throbbing like he was going through the fire. The flames of passion started consuming them alive, but they didn’t know what direction they were about to fall.

Both were inexperienced and bashful at the same time. But they didn’t let go of this matter and were anxious to review it. Clinging on to the subject more precisely, she carried on the discussion and asked him, “you never learned or discovered these words anywhere?” He replied, “Yes I have but never have discussed with anyone.” It was possibly the time for both of them to discuss the opposite gender for the first time in their lives. Both were curious and wanted to speak more and more about it.Articles about Love | Articles about love and relationships | Dream Boat

Playground Illusion

From now on, they had more excitement in each other and commenced making time to discuss something. Curiosity was at the peak, and they were drawn into the spectrum even though they didn’t recognize anything about its appeal and values. When love rises to develop, even the miniature features matter the most. The integrity of humankind does not assign anything to overwhelm the powerful grip of desire. Both were young and were at the very inception of their days. They didn’t understand the world’s hanky pankys; the characteristics and emotions were clean and fresh. Falak was more determined, yet Aysel was more rational and balanced.

Maybe girls are invariably like that; they are always smooth and delicate. He was so seized and addicted to her in a few days that momentarily he never aspired to let her out of his sight. It was his first time encountering a girl and speaking to her about anything he wanted from his heart. For her, he was the one she was interacting with for the first time about barricaded topics. The energy was extraordinary because both were young and vigorous.

But they had no idea what to respond or what to do. All the romance they vanquished was procured from movies they could watch. They had not even begun holding hands together; there was no touch, so they had no idea what it feels like when they would touch each other. Articles about love or articles about love and relationships consume all the energies of lovers. It starts with passion like a dreamboat.

Belonging season

They ought to be extremely careful, so no one snatches them diving into each other’s eyes and get noticed. Falak didn’t bother what the hell was going on outside this moment. He was crazy at this. Most of the time, he could not even discern the skipped meals. He was longing into the perception of a lover—the charms of a passionate romance, and the glory of a delightful journey. Aysel has no idea, or perhaps he didn’t understand what she was thinking about her at that particular time.

It is entirely possible that both could have the same sentiments about each other. It was the beginning of something spectacular and turbulent, which people denominate love. How dangerous it might get, they had no trace. They resumed their conversations and, most of the time, had success striking eye contact. They intimately absorbed and elaborated their sign language and could interact with each other without saying a word. Their warm bodies were craving for each other, but their minds were busy getting to know each other yet. Articles about love or articles about love and relationships consume all the energies of lovers. It starts with passion like a dreamboat.

 

© Rana M  27 October 2020 All rights reserved

 

To be continued…….

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We belong together

Chapter 1

We belong together as I am still in love with my first love after 20 years. We belong together because we are meant for each other. What a typical day seem like? Imagine she calls you after 20 years and that adulating voice smacks your ears. Still angry at things, the usual girl. But there is love in her anguish still. I can feel it but bound to this world, she can’t say a word. But I was stagnant for a while didn’t know what to say, what words to engage, and where to initiate the dialogue. But she made me happy, more radiant than ever for just hearing her voice. Was it just a voice ? or lying there tons of complaints and agonies tending to pop and cry out loud? She didn’t whisper this time; she grudged like a cougar. Though it didn’t last that long, I asked her, ” Hey calm down dove, I am hearing you after so long say something adulating, forget the past.”

But there is so much more to the imaginations twisting the mood whenever you recall them. The human curiosity is always obligated to the satire fractions of part of the heart that perceives love. We ponder in gratitude for what we have accomplished and feel sorry for losing ourselves living angry at things that didn’t go as planned. There are always two sides of a story, or perhaps the information is still deemed to be having adequate proof of both partners to receive the outcome of love. Either way, discussing the past is painful. The real reason behind this is the remorse for things we could not get: the memories we shared or the emotions we exchanged.

Still in love

When we lose something, we blame others as culprits. It is human psychology. We never think about our flaws, the things we lack in a relationship, or holes in our personality. Unless we don’t discover ourselves, we cannot go on a journey to explore love. The ideology behind every love story is always twisted like a piece of paper. You cannot bring it back to its original state as the paper crumbles, no matter what you do.

Similarly, you cannot turn around time; you cannot manipulate the outcomes of your activities and engagements towards a relationship. Guilt and regret can add more flare to an existing complex in love. It can create waves of negative energy or drive you crazy. Then the anguish hits the shady corners of your brain, provoking you to blame others for everything. But in reality, you are liable for what occurs to you. You are the only person who can transform your circumstances. You may receive what you invest. It is entirely impossible that if you provide this universe positivity and it gives you back negativity. We are always responsible for our failures; we must accept our flaws, we must trust others as who they are and not how we want them to be.

We belong together | Still in love with my first love after 20 years

Her curiosity

Imagine she asks you, ” What if you had me who I would be for you.” Assume the agony behind the question when your perception as a lover for her is doomed years ago. She apprehends you love her, but she’s hurt in ways she could not imagine. Perhaps I was not that evil how she sketches it, but you acknowledge what you receive, not how someone ensures it. There are numerous perceptions which are not exposed to others no matter how precisely you plan a journey. People don’t consider what your heart is; they can only appreciate what they collect from you. To answer her question, I have to tell her that I accept my flaws and apologize.

But it is not always easy for the other person to believe you. She does not know how I have been evolved or battled my soul to shift my personality from one state to another. It may be hard for her to recognize how I have suffered in my life without her. How hard it was to cry for years, to breathe without her, and to live a life that did not carry her.

But I don’t blame her for me being madly in love in a way she could not handle. She was sophisticated and sensitive, and I was passionate and aggressive. She was more sensible and passive, but I was wild and electric. I remember she always counseling me, imploring me to go slow down. But I was deranged as you can dream and agile as a speeding truck. She did her best to linger as long as she could, believing that I could master how to control my nerves and act naturally one day.

How it started

I don’t remember how it started, but I know it very well did. This feeling is unique in every perspective, and once you are engaged in it, there is no way out. It is fire but not just regular fire and it cuts more in-depth than a sword and burns more ferocious than lava. It consumes you as a whole, chews your heart, and pulls out all your tastes and desires. You cannot cheat it like you cannot cheat life. Love prevails in every nerve you got, finds its way to the deepest of your emotions. It runs wild in your heart and turns mountains into dust. We belong together as I am still in love with my first love after 20 years. We belong together because we are meant for each other. 

When I saw her the first time

When I saw her the first time, I knew she was the one. I didn’t have to think twice. It was spontaneous, without any ambiguity. I still remember the look on her face; she didn’t tremble either. The more I plunged in, the more I cherished her. Love began flooding in my veins. It ripped open my heart and swallowed its blood. It sucked out all the life in my body. All I remember was her, all I absorb was her, and all I breathe was her. She was the joy and sorrow; she was my today and tomorrow. Nothing in the world could please more than her smile, primarily when used to bite her lower lip with her teeth. It was more romantic than the romance itself. She clutched my soul in a way that I could not detach it ever. The bond was natural and so was forever. I was dominant in any way possible, holding every door and pervading all the space. 

Yet it was too much for her to assimilate and to adapt. She might not be an LEO like me and was a demure but a romantic soul. She said Yes to my madness, not knowing what she was diving into, and honestly, neither did I. I was about to explore my spirits, and I was delighted she was beside me. We both were teenagers at that point, but I was more eager than her, passionate than her, and more stubborn than her. She was more sensible than me, smarter than me, and much more beautiful than any existing soul on this planet.  We belong together as I am still in love with my first love after 20 years. We belong together because we are meant for each other. 

© Rana M  24 October 2020 All rights reserved

to be continued………………..

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Our beautiful Planet

 

Settling words in ideas in these challenging times
Teasing each emotion fretting about the scripture

 

Prying to the resources the planet has left with
Agonies to humanity are testing each bit of fixture.

 

This time shall pass over, and we may withstand again.
We are birds craving, combing cure around the pitcher.

 

The turmoil has inflicted our active lives in so many ways.
Freedoms must be won again, and we must recover quicker.

 

The humankind requires persistent prayers for forgiveness.
Oh, Allah pardon us and bless us again, wealthier and healthier 

 

 

© Rana M  02 July 2020 All rights reserved

 

Us and our beautiful planet are going through a tough time right now. Coronavirus pandemic has shattered everything on earth. We need prayers. A word, a feeling, an emotion or a relationship, a gesture, food of the soul or opinion, an orientation, a formula, a lifestyle or gig to impress others. A reality, a discussion, deeper truth, gift of nature an invitation to passion. It is not about reasons but the gravity of the emotions or whatever the possible term is but one thing I know for sure is that it is the most powerful feeling on earth and there has not been any other emotion of feeling greater than this ever discovered or experienced by mankind till now. If I ask you to touch my heart, I would rather touch your heart first. The reach of sincerity is always hiding inside a loving loving heart. I am writing short inspirational poems that are spiritual and very alike poems about souls. Like Rumi has explained in his poems. This life is short.

The answer is that in reality, it is a powerful sentiment that ignites all your energies visible or invisible and brings out a raging fire that turns the wheels of passion and gives you the pleasure which is the most delightful and most expensive and rare on this planet.  Things we do for love or what I did for love?  Sad love poetry reveals the desires of a loving heart. It tells all in true love poems as well as in black love poems. This heart poem though is unique. If I ask you to touch my heart, I would rather touch your heart first. Living through pain is not easy. Living through pain is not easy. Broken heart sad poems reveal the agony of the soul. Hurt, short sad, or broken poems can remind you of the pain. Us and our beautiful planet are going through a tough time right now. Coronavirus pandemic has shattered everything on earth. We need prayers.

© Rana M  02 July 2020 All rights reserved

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It’s evident that everyone is concerned about their health. These days people are more health-conscious than ever before. The innovations of technology are paying off, and more people are into the research of their goodness and health goals. Do people always ask how to stay motivated? Is there any motivation to lose weight?. The gym near me does not work well. I would say, stay strong and train.

But many of us look upon others for the motivation we need for our well being. We interpret blogs, books, and follow videos that carry erudition to get lean or to gain muscle. The truth of the fact is 80% of the people who proceed to the Gym every day. They do not comprehend what they are accomplishing in there. And the people who cannot go to a gym at all are not much at success. Health is more valuable than anything else in this world. Figuratively speaking, your whole life, work, relationships, romance, or even business goals depend on your health. If you are not fit you can’t perform adequately in any of the motion in your life

 

How to motivate yourself

 

How to stay motivated | Motivation to lose weight | Gym near me

The first thing to converge on here is your ambition to step ahead of your laziness. And strike the doors of your stamina and intuition. The power within ourselves compels us to make the right decisions in our lives, and once you decide to knock a gym, you are halfway there. Your goal can vary, but the destination is determined by your commitment and promise to yourself that you want to be fit, lean, and healthy. These days the life we live it’s not obvious to locate the right ingredients to eat or even pure air to breathe. We have stretched from natural to processed foods. The organics are not in reach of everyone. The lifestyle we possess empowers us to persist cozy and sluggish. As a consequence, we gain weight, and the biases we have familiarized with our body withstand any modification we want to implement.

Believe in yourself – Stay motivated

Once we are on that road, it’s laborious to come back on the highway we need to be. And that freeway is the road to our health which leads us towards a better and healthy life. Once we deviate from it, it’s troublesome to get back on track. So to be so, we necessitate believing in our potential. And the commitment to reach where we have set our goals. Compose a plan or strategy on wherewith to get out of the current phase. And join the path of success. The most challenging thing in this consideration is where to begin and once ignited how to retain open-ended. Do people always ask how to stay motivated? Is there any motivation to lose weight?. The gym near me does not work well. I would say, stay strong and train.

I remember when I first started powerlifting and weight lifting back in the day. And I was in my teenage years, and my family members motivated me to join a gym for that. We are a family of wrestlers. My uncle is a General Secretary to “All Pakistan wrestling federation” for a very long time. It was hard to maintain the routine at first, but once I get into it, I enjoyed the training and got addicted to it. We indeed get busy in our lives, and to make a mark in this world, we have to get active in our jobs or businesses, but still, we can manage to find time for the Gym. It can only happen when you start believing in yourself that the Gym is among other important goals in my life.

Gym near me- Find a Gym

When I state ” Find and gym,” that does not anticipate to find any gym across the street, a gym is an innovative habitat you wanna improve your body and develop those muscles the way you have dreamed of. The Gym is an institution where you equip yourself to accomplish your health and fitness goals. Any gym won’t do, remember that. It would be best if you discovered a proper gym where you can put your soul in first before letting your body disciplines to shape itself. Here is the central dilemma when people think a massive piece of hardware or equipment forms a better gym. No, it does not, and the logic behind this pretty simple. When we build a home, we seek to find a better architect to design it. We look for a famous costume designer to choose a dress we want to wear. We do lots of research when we need to buy a ride for us, and we go crazy about going through options for which brand to pick from. Plus We even select which restaurant makes the most exquisite recipes in our town. So when it comes to our body and soul, how can we determine to go to “any gym.” Do people always ask how to stay motivated? Is there any motivation to lose weight?. The gym near me does not work well. I would say, stay strong and train.

So ascertaining a gym means finding a gym designed and crafted by a great mind and soul. Traveling through many countries, I have come across many of such establishments (gyms) when it comes to bodybuilding and weight lifting. The theme is essential, where you want to train yourself. It must provide an atmosphere and melody to let you indulge in the challenges you want to set for yourself.

Here are the key features of a perfect Gym. Try to find the following features in your future Gym:

1- An athlete or sports fanatic runs it.
2- It has a distinct issue that involves numerous training opportunities.
3- It offers the impeccable assortment to all the queries anyone can have and counter to any question an athlete may have.
4- It owns the most advanced facilities for any discipline of training you fancy to plunge into. Any professional associated with any exercise in his/her mind and can obtain a perfect spot to tone their muscles.
5- It’s affordable as it’s not similar to other opponents in town who are a bit more expensive. Its a gym for everyone in this society spread across diverse locations to accommodate people the same spirit at all the places.
6- It extends complimentary classes in various techniques and designs to help you profit your body with the same investment. It also encourages personal trainers to promote people to achieve their goals.
7- It allows a motivational and inspirational rhythm to grant you a mechanism where you feel healthy, testing your limits.
So you can lose weight and gain muscle.
8-It provides you a habitat where you can become lean and robust, intensify your muscles, or solely achieve your fitness goals.

Do people always ask how to stay motivated? Is there any motivation to lose weight?. The gym near me does not work well. I would say, stay strong and train.

© 2020  Rana M  23 January 2020 All rights reserved

 

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