In the living era we often are in the grip of trends that are obviously created by humans like us. We habitually listen the word ‘Tribute’ for the ones who live no more. But the fact is strange; what happiness they may have from it. So pay tribute to the ones who can seek pleasure from it
What does tribute means?
A tribute is merely an act that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration for a person.
So, just sitting by it popped up in my head why should not I be the one on changing trends and should write for one of my great mentor from NUML, Mam Amna Zulfiqar. I really adore the beautiful being in the premises of the university. Where as, my story of inspiration toss around hilarious twists and turns towards Ma’m Amna and I feel no regrets stating it all straight forwardly.
You can say it the story of a student-teacher relationship or in my words the story of immense horrific rays turning into bright shining love.
Who is Amna Zulfiqar?
When you listen her name, in your head a glory of smile captures the scenery with a doll like girl embellished with soft light and blooming flowers. In short, the most glamorous teacher. All the days, dressed up in an amazing manner.. Simply a beauty.
When We Met
The story of our interaction, is not something less than meeting a monster, I stay very honest in explaining my feelings and not afraid that she might read it and I will again feel the monstrous jerks. Not so long ago in 2016, I graduated from NUML, BS Mass Communication. No doubt, I was one of the most creepiest students of my class and felt extreme pride in misbehaving, not studying, bunking with an aim that the teacher should see me that i a on a bunk… Well about my creepiness will write in another blog.
Coming to the point, it was my 5th semester. Mam Amna used to teach Online Journalism. Unfortunately, the hardest period of my life. when baba passed away. So alL the teachers treated me more or less like a baby but in the fairies she seemed to me like a ghost.
I was so so so afraid of her that each of her class was like a head ache I used to e so afraid because she used to listen the previous day’s lecture from me. I ever tried not to have an eye contact with her yet I was the first one to repeat the lesson.
I remember a time when she talked to me in a way that I actually wanted to eat her up. So one day, it was our class on the top floor and it was a rainy day. Not intended to attend the class I was roaming around. She caught me, brought me to class and I had to sit in. While in between she asked me something and I was to the moon and back absent minded. I had no clue what was she asking about. She exclaimed ” First you did not want to come to the class, now you do not know the answer and you are looking at me like you want to eat me.”
Though terrified I was, tears rolled down the cheeks!
I exclaimed on a harsh tone ‘Yes I am looking at you like I want to eat you.’ I ran out of the class. Direct to the staff room.
After the incident for days I was not in the condition to face her.
But this all the creepy stuff of the student life,settled soon with her by the 7th semester she came to teach somehow we were on the better terms.
But the creepiness I had with Ma’m Amna, made me a strong girl. Later after graduation on my first job, I was through a situation that I wanted to smack the office’s door and run to home but I realized that this was not possible at a job.
And my brain screeched, this i not Amna Zulfiqar’s class. You need to be patient. My monstrous 5th semester made me tough that I was able to control my tears rolling down. Not to the whole but had a little stamina built in. This day in my life made me feel that I was missing her to an extent that i felt colossal love and gratitude for her, ‘Ma’m Amna’
A few day after my realization, I told it to her and she said. ” I am happy to see you like this Fatima, excelling in the field. I wanted you to be strong so I never pampered you like the other teachers because I saw a rebel in you and I knew being rebellious, you will object my harsh word.”
Listening to this, I became so happy that I started loving her so much. And now I follow as she said.
“Stand straight, chin up and eyes focused on the goal to be achieved.” – Amna Zulfiqar