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A Guest Post by (Zamans fellow class mate for 7 years (ed. Damn right!!!)
(Zaman is the editor of this post- lol read this alone for his cracking comments)
Brondesbury college for boys an Islamic school with conventional gcse system was the beginning of something big, literally. The first day in secondary school, one never knew what to expect, how is this school going to be different from other schools? Is it going to be strict? How are the students going to be? How are the teachers going to be? (ed. And thanks to God it was a wonderful experience)
All these questions were answered as the days passed by, five years went by, and before you knew it, the prospects of college loomed, Woodhouse College here I come. (ed. Surely "woodhouse college, I failed my GCSEs, but please still let me come :-P)
The five years in Brondesbury college for boys was a memorable experience, friends were made who were really close to me, each one unique, the class atmosphere was excellent, friendly, bubbly, jovial. (ed. Nice use of the thesaurus, LOL)
Some of the memories still remain in my head, and make me laugh, if I were to go through them, it would be too much to write. (ed. my personal fave: When I threw a mug at kaifs head by mistake!!)
I think once me, Zaman and Farhan kept on playing cricket outside-and we got into trouble. Do you guys remember it?
After Brondesbury college came Woodhouse college, which had a Islamic Society room , a place to pray, and there was the occasional talks! (ed. More like "possibly one talk a year if we are extreeeemly lucky)
It was here that we made good friendship, which will last forever inshallah. And everyone is proceeding to further their education, and will consist of being doctors, dentists, computer science men, pharmacist, and the list goes on. In Woodhouse college, we were either in open access (computers) or the football pitch, playing cricket., or just simply chillin.. (ed. LOL woodhouse was jokes and our isoc room was the place to b if u wanted a laugh lol!! Even shack admitted that!! Man we were "da bomb", as chris tucker wuld put it!)
People such as:
Zakir (Joint chief of staffs 4 Star general lol) was a cracker jack of a person, and still is!
Farhan he was in my I.T class, and Biology class, and in BCB we had definitely good times, and good times on the football pitch, particularly All stars Versus our team. We won on both occasions. Lol. Some sick team play. Hes like a ghauri missile cruising in on its target, determined. (metaphor-especially when he kicks the football at the back of the net) (ed. Err, ok ...I think uve totally lost the plot! lol)
Abdishakur was in my chemistry class, was a joker. And people were scared of him on the football pitch due to his intimidating legs since he was 6 foot 5 inches.
Haroon will be leaving for St Georges University where he will educate all his new bros on daal, and how to eat and enjoy it.
Zaman: who is he? Lol. This is his blog so you know all about him. (ed. Surely: "DA MAIN MAN"??? )
I could keep on listing everyone but it would be too much to write. But just a shout out, Atif Mughal, Faisal, Mashud, Ahmed and others too! (ed. Not important enough eh?)
Woodhouse college Islamic Society was where everyone got to meet each other, have jokes, and bond as Muslims, and help each other. It is definitely a place I miss.
Sometimes as humans we may wish for things to remain the same where we most enjoyed life, but this is impossible to happen.
For example cricket fans miss the days of Imran Khan, Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis, they miss the inswinging Yorkers, the outswingers, the pace, the speed, the accuracy, the flair, the passion, the intensity, the aggression. They (ed. OK u have lost half of the audience lol)
Boxing fans miss the times of Muhummad Ali with his superb natural boxing skills, his flow, his charisma. They also miss Mike Tyson at his peak who could knock anyone, no one was more ferocious than him in the ring, his combination of punches was too fast for his opponents, but as they say "life moves on" and another door opens.
Some of us may wish we were still young children without any worries. (ed. U are so true man)
wasssalam, Khudhafiz, bye, laters.
(ed. U forgot namaste LOL!! er and I cant say bye in Korean :-( )
(Zaman is the editor of this post- lol read this alone for his cracking comments)
Brondesbury college for boys an Islamic school with conventional gcse system was the beginning of something big, literally. The first day in secondary school, one never knew what to expect, how is this school going to be different from other schools? Is it going to be strict? How are the students going to be? How are the teachers going to be? (ed. And thanks to God it was a wonderful experience)
All these questions were answered as the days passed by, five years went by, and before you knew it, the prospects of college loomed, Woodhouse College here I come. (ed. Surely "woodhouse college, I failed my GCSEs, but please still let me come :-P)
The five years in Brondesbury college for boys was a memorable experience, friends were made who were really close to me, each one unique, the class atmosphere was excellent, friendly, bubbly, jovial. (ed. Nice use of the thesaurus, LOL)
Some of the memories still remain in my head, and make me laugh, if I were to go through them, it would be too much to write. (ed. my personal fave: When I threw a mug at kaifs head by mistake!!)
I think once me, Zaman and Farhan kept on playing cricket outside-and we got into trouble. Do you guys remember it?
After Brondesbury college came Woodhouse college, which had a Islamic Society room , a place to pray, and there was the occasional talks! (ed. More like "possibly one talk a year if we are extreeeemly lucky)
It was here that we made good friendship, which will last forever inshallah. And everyone is proceeding to further their education, and will consist of being doctors, dentists, computer science men, pharmacist, and the list goes on. In Woodhouse college, we were either in open access (computers) or the football pitch, playing cricket., or just simply chillin.. (ed. LOL woodhouse was jokes and our isoc room was the place to b if u wanted a laugh lol!! Even shack admitted that!! Man we were "da bomb", as chris tucker wuld put it!)
People such as:
Zakir (Joint chief of staffs 4 Star general lol) was a cracker jack of a person, and still is!
Farhan he was in my I.T class, and Biology class, and in BCB we had definitely good times, and good times on the football pitch, particularly All stars Versus our team. We won on both occasions. Lol. Some sick team play. Hes like a ghauri missile cruising in on its target, determined. (metaphor-especially when he kicks the football at the back of the net) (ed. Err, ok ...I think uve totally lost the plot! lol)
Abdishakur was in my chemistry class, was a joker. And people were scared of him on the football pitch due to his intimidating legs since he was 6 foot 5 inches.
Haroon will be leaving for St Georges University where he will educate all his new bros on daal, and how to eat and enjoy it.
Zaman: who is he? Lol. This is his blog so you know all about him. (ed. Surely: "DA MAIN MAN"??? )
I could keep on listing everyone but it would be too much to write. But just a shout out, Atif Mughal, Faisal, Mashud, Ahmed and others too! (ed. Not important enough eh?)
Woodhouse college Islamic Society was where everyone got to meet each other, have jokes, and bond as Muslims, and help each other. It is definitely a place I miss.
Sometimes as humans we may wish for things to remain the same where we most enjoyed life, but this is impossible to happen.
For example cricket fans miss the days of Imran Khan, Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis, they miss the inswinging Yorkers, the outswingers, the pace, the speed, the accuracy, the flair, the passion, the intensity, the aggression. They (ed. OK u have lost half of the audience lol)
Boxing fans miss the times of Muhummad Ali with his superb natural boxing skills, his flow, his charisma. They also miss Mike Tyson at his peak who could knock anyone, no one was more ferocious than him in the ring, his combination of punches was too fast for his opponents, but as they say "life moves on" and another door opens.
Some of us may wish we were still young children without any worries. (ed. U are so true man)
wasssalam, Khudhafiz, bye, laters.
(ed. U forgot namaste LOL!! er and I cant say bye in Korean :-( )
posted by Zaman at 7:11 PM
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