A CONSCIOUS DECISION TO BE HAPPY………………..

T's sketch........ by Molly?

A sketch of Tariq's characteristic hair flip.........by Molly?

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

A memory shared at the remembrance dinner held at Swat in September 2005, by a friend and dorm mate of Tariq.

what is time but a necklace held together by the pearls of our memories.

Here is what she said……………

“It was my first evening at Swat, I had finished unpacking, everything was in its place, and my parents and family had left. I had been so excited about starting college and could not wait to get away from home and the parentals……………and yet as I sat on my narrow dorm bed fluffed with my favorite sheets and comforter, I felt acutely homesick. The sun had gone down and the freshman dorm windows lit like beacons were actually welcoming me, and yet……….all I wanted was to be home.

Tears rolled down my eyes as the cloak of loneliness wrapped itself around me, I was in no mans land, I knew no one and no one knew me.

……..and then I heard a sound and then another…….it was coming through the ceiling. It was……….. I could not believe it; in the middle of Pennsylvania, it was the beat of Southern crunk leaking through every crack and crevice in the ceiling. Like smoke it was getting into my ears and my nostrils, I could feel it and then I heard another sound, someone …..two feet were dancing right above me.

This was insane, who could be so happy on the first night of college?
I felt myself rise from my bed without my volition, leave my room and walk into the hall, I opened the door to the stairwell and the full impact of the crunk music hit me, it reverberated into every cell of my body. It energized me and propelled me. I leapt up the stairs I must see what this “party” is about and like a bear with its nose for honey I went straight to the last room on the right where the music was coming from. As I approached it grew louder and added to it I could hear a young male voice singing along.
The door was open and the sight that met my eyes rooted me to the spot. My loneliness, my homesickness and all other nesses fled my mind and body and my spirit soared……….In the room was a boy dressed in khaki shorts a collared shirt, his pitch black straight hair falling on his forehead and making a flip in the end clearing his clear smiling hazel eyes.

He continued to dance ……….in a silly exuberant way that was infectious, and unaffected.  He beckoned me to come in. Soon the room was full of freshmen pouring in and an atmosphere of friendly happiness prevailed.
He continued to enjoy the music and float on the notes as if he did not have a care in the world……… as if he had made a conscious decision to be happy for the rest of his life, wherever it may lead him…………..and that is how I met Tariq”

Tariq who brought so much joy to so many in his short nineteen years………I miss his “conscious decision to be happy” I wish I could embrace it late as it might be in my life.

2 thoughts on “A CONSCIOUS DECISION TO BE HAPPY………………..

  1. Asalaam o alaikum,
    I am told that Happiness lies in being emotionally and mentally near to Allah SWT

    May He grant us this blessing. Ameen

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  2. I have always found that the best among us are always in a hurry. As if they have an agenda in this world and once they make us addicted to their goodness they leave to spread their fragrance somewhere else.
    Being happy requires several conditions. To be want to be happy is the first step. I doubt whether I shall ever want to be happy. I have a friend, a wise physicians, who always says that in this life sorrow is the norm, happiness is an exception.
    Regards,

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