The part; the three

“ And this is the dorm.” Fadhal said opening the door to a sparse room that had military looking lockers and 4 sets of bunks.

I was here to enrol at Madressa and came with my folks for a sort of orientation.

I felt a bit queasy looking around the dormitory. I would be trapped here for four months before the first holiday! No beach! No cellphone! No movies! No sunshine! Ok I exaggerate that bit. Thinking of all that made me feel like the prison walls were closing in on me. I mean Madressa walls.

I can do this. It’s just a year and then I’m the hell outta here.

A while before.

“So our deal is that you spend at least one year in Madressa Nabeel and after that you can carry on if you want or you can got to university. Or you carry on with university and you pay me back your registration amount.”

Nana said with a straight face as if he didn’t know quite well that I didn’t have money of my own to even pay back the tuckshop. Damn this old blackmailer. I thought over it. Ok well I didn’t really have much choice did I?

Anyways how bad could it be? I aced Grade 12 without thaat much effort. I thought modestly, how bad could Madressa be? I’d breeze through it with my eyes closed.

“What the fff…”  I exclaimed looking at my Sarf  (Arabic morphology) book.

“don’t say it” murmured Ramzi my roommate from Palestine.

“I don’t understand a thing! It’s madness this. Fa’ala,fa’alaa,fa’aloo..” My head spun with memorising it. I still had so much more homework to do And still tackle Urdu which surprisingly I didn’t find That bad but bad. As for the farsi? Sheesh. They were killing me and my brains slowly but surely.

“Easy for you Ramzi, this is your first language. I can’t make head or tail,it’s giving me a freaking migraine! Fa’ala- He one male did? What the heck is that supposed to mean? Doesn’t even make sense! I Hate this! What did the he one male do?       ”

“Ta’aal Nabeel. I’ll help you. It seems very hard at first but it won’t always be like this believe me akhi.”

“Don’t akhi me. I’m telling them I want to leave”

“Okay”,soothed Ramzi. “you do that but first finish your mutal’a”(-homework/prep for the next days work)Everything in Arabic is easier because the word depends on whether it is singular or plural,male or female,past or present. You will get it. Don’t get frustrated. That is from shaitan. Salli alar Rasool.”

During my time with Ramzi ,there were many times where I heard those words from him. “Salli alar Rasool” (Send Salaam on RasulAllah SAW) as an antidote to soothe the jagged edges of frustration, anger, sadness or despair. And when my heart stood still to open to such advice. It worked.

The door banged open.

“Chalo,it’s time for Maghrib and Mamoolats” Mustafa called out in his loud accent. Mamoolats was the practise of reading the surahs of the night- Waaqiah and making zikr. On my first day I leaned over and asked Uzair my classmate “What the heck are they saying?” It sounded like the buzzing of demented bees,so fast, you couldn’t hear the words!

“3rd kalima” Uzair said. “and 1st and istighfaar”

These are supposed to be part of our daily practices. But make it like you mean it. Not mechanically.

We were 8 in our room.

Ramzi-  from Palestine. Mustafa from India. Ilyaas from South Africa. Qaasimi from Malawi. Then there was Tahir,Ziad and me whose nationality I wont mention and my nemesis, Nu’maan  from Syria, his dad was Syrian and his Mum was English.

Nu’maan was in 2nd year and was the type of guy who always seemed to be spoiling for a fight. In class we were always encouraged to have “adab.” (Respect) for our teachers. So one day while we were on our way to our mutaa’la session in the hall, I heard him swear one of the Asaatiza (teachers). I was taken aback “Hey you cant talk like that about the Asaatizah dude!”

He looked at me condescendingly. “why don’t you shut up little creep, you know shit”

I would later come to know he had a major argument with his Ustadh because the importance of taqleed was being discussed.

Nu’maan said, still looking at me as if I was a grasshopper. “Do you know what I am? I’m a Salafi,we do authentic dude,A u t h e n t i c . If I could help it there is no way I’d be here.” I was obviously missing something here.

I looked at him confused. “ Wow is that like a branch of the Arab royal family or something?

 

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26 thoughts on “The part; the three”

  1. As the wife if an aalim ( we married during student days) i am soooo enjoyin this!!! Brings back much memories of the stories my husband used to tell me.. Please keep writing. Its really refreshing mashaAllah

  2. Wow xcellent stuFf. ما شاء الله . May اللَّهُ grant u istiqamat to continu.. Lookin forward to a post evryday…

  3. Rofl at the ending . Keep up the good work. Many of us don’t know what really happens at these islamic institutions so this is quite an eye opener (entertaining yet educational as well).

  4. SubhanALLAH! A beautiful blog. Salafi a member of the royal family lol
    At least now we’ll know what happens at a boys Darul Uloom
    Btw how do we subscribe to the blog via mobile phones

  5. !Awesome ! Masha’allah …… Brings back memories of my madressa days. ……. Fa’ala…fa’alaa …. Fa’aloo. We had to drill it in our heads. May Allah Ta’ala take u from strength to strength. And make this blog a means of hidaayat for all.

  6. V entertaining! Brings bak memories of mads Days!! Oooh sarf was always a killer in 1st year !-Nothing Beats madressa life!!#bestdaysofmylife#

  7. wow love this blog.always wanted 2 know hw da guys side s f da madressa wrks!! keep it up. please subscribe me 2 yr blog.

  8. MashAllah post…….@jaabir rem da days of da baabs and muta’alah……………..aaah hw i wish i cud get dose days bak!!!! #studentdays…..

  9. Aww I miss those days too!!! That’s sooo true we al were puzzling at first like what the fudge he 1/m did???? Or الله brings lots of memmories, do u rmbr dhiraar hw we wud drill waahid, tathniyya, jam’a then muzaakir and muannath.. Hahaha sorry nabeel but it gets WayyYyy more difficult in later yrs. Etemology (sarf) of the arabic lang. Is a spinner…

  10. Jazakallah for using the quotation signs!
    Nabeel you think Sarf is killer, just wait till you get to Nahw #KillMeNow
    Excellent, really enjoying this so far #Mashallah

  11. Lol… I think the only reason I’m so intrigued by this blog is cos it takes us down memory lane, one where everyone has a different story to tell, but it almost always ends beautifully for all who experienced the journey of student life, and the memories remains embedded in our hearts…. Just started reading this blog, Allah accept all ur efforts, and the msg gets across to the readers in its true essence… Ameen.

  12. So true brings back fond memories of the best days of our lives ,mads days although at that time we dint realise how fortunate we were Allah frgv us

  13. wasalam. JazakAllah khair for all your input! Great knowing how it brings back memories. However this blog is not for only those who went to Madressah,don’t feel intimidated!
    Whenever a message is sent,it doesn’t appear automatically here,first it goes through being approved.So when you do send me a message and ask for a private contact,sorry I cannot respond except here as I have no idea whether you’re male or female. For the sake of precaution, NO private correspondence will happen.
    How do you follow this blog? click on the follow icon above. Other than that,I don’t have a clue,if someone could please help those asking?

  14. Asalamu Alaikum

    For some reason the post I tried putting up refuses to get published. It will come as soon as it’s allowed through. JazakAllah for your patience

  15. awesome blog. brings memories of learning the Sarf gardans last year. they are killers 😦 but nahw is gonna be haaader nabs 😦

  16. Masha Allah, so entertaining.
    For people to follow your blog you will have to put in a follow widget, from widgets on your Dashboard.
    Alternatively, they can just tick the ‘notify of new posts’ box, available when they post a comment.
    The ‘follow’ button on top is only for WordPress users.
    Hope you come right with your posting.

  17. Asa
    Masha Allah! Brings back memories. Always thought the life of a madressah student would make a great story line- would beat harry potter any day! Finally a blog on deen that we can suggest to the youth Masha Allah.May Allah accept.Ameen.Keep it up.

    Ws

  18. Hahahaha loolll,@member of Arab royal family 😀 nice to see the salafi issue come up..nabeel has a lot to learn lol..brings back fond memories of madressa days *sniff* miss those days loads..n sarf is jst the tip of the ice-berg,nabeel still has a long way to go..nahw,balaghah,fiqh,usoolul fiqh..lol hel learn that wordly education is peanuts compared to deeni uloom..where u dont just need brains to pass,but hard work and dedication..loving this blog,keep up the good work..

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