A bunch of pagal(s) from pagal-ISTAN! collectively known as the PAGAL-SHAIRNIYAAAAAAA
P.S pagal means crazy in urdu
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Aoasalam-o-alikum, biscuit here
Let me start off with the intro
*deep breath*
There's
Ayesha
Asma
Abeera
Amna
Bisma
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...............Bas Raha tha yahin Seljuk bhi, toorani bhi,............ ..................ahil e chini chin ma, iran ma, sasani ma ............ .....................Aisi mamoor ma Abad tha Unani bhi, ............ ............Aisi Dunya ma yahoodi bhi tha, nasrani bhi............
........................Pr Tera Nam pr talwar uthai kis na ?......... .....................Baat Jo bigri hoi thi wo banai kis na ?............
..............................Tha hm hi aik tera mark ka alim ............ ...............Kuskiyo ma Kabhi larta, kabhi daryao ma ............ ...............Thi azanain kabhi Europe ka kalishaho ma ............ .....................Kabhi Africa ka tapta hoa Sahraho ma ............
By, Dr.Allama Muhammad Iqbal Khadija's pov: I'm new so I didn't have any experience at this school, some of the girls were very helpful yet some didn't even notice my existence Mathematics was our third period, I like mathematics but not that much, the teacher (madam Shaheen) was nice. She had her own way of teaching. "This equation is very simple...mark this out for your exams" I searched my pouch for a pencil, oh carp- where did my pencil go? I could have sworn I had it with me, "what are you looking for?" abeera asked, she was the one who decided to sit next to me. "My pencil," I said, "you mean that pencil" she pointed to a pencil on the floor which was at the front of the row which means way distant from me. "How did it get there?" I asked, abeera shrugged and said "I can ask the girl In front of us to get it for you"
I didn't want to disturb them but I had to, "sure, do it" "Pardon me" "Yes!!" an incredibly cheerful girl turned around with a huge grin on her face. "Do you mind getting that pencil for me?" I asked. "No problem" she said. As the teacher went away The girl got up but as for her clumsiness, she tripped and fell. "Uff Bisma are you okay?" her friend asked. "Yeah," she said, as she held her head. The whole class kept making fun of her due to her clumsiness. She got the pencil and came back to her seat
"Here's your pencil" she gave me my pencil. "Thank you...did it hurt when you fell?" I asked, with concern. "No no, I'm fine" she gave me one last smile before getting on with her work again.
Khizran's pov: "Khizran!" I heard a girl call my name, I turned around to see who called me and saw this beautiful girl, how did she know my name?
"Aoasalam-o-alikum I'm asma, the pleasure it is to meet you" she smiled at me, "walikum salam! Thank you...eh...asma" "Mam shaheen is about to come in, I better make a run for it....nice meeting you" "Yes you it" Well she's nice. Just as mam Shaheen came back, the bell rang. "Allah Hafiz class...don't forget to practice what I've taught you" Oh I won't, madam don't you worry about that.
Biology was our fourth most period.
The only thing I found interesting in that subject was the Quranic text that the first chapter had, "it was well discovered later that man was made from water....the Quran told this many years ago...is it not considered as a miracle?"
"It is" we responded. Wow, SubhanAllah all praise and thanks be to my Lord, the lord of the world.
The rest of the period was also interesting, I really like the teacher, Mam Shamshad.
Now for our last period before break-time. "Aoasalam-o-alikum mam, have a nice day," we said, respectfully. "Walikum salam, sit down" she was our physics teacher and probably the youngest too, 'nooriya' was her name.
"I'll be teaching you physics," she said, I reckon she's teaching the rest of the class the first time too and not just us, the new admits.
Blah, blah, blah physics lecture, blah, blah, blah "you at the corner, tell me what is physics?"
Don't mess this up khizran, "uh...mam....p..physics is the study of science when we talk about the world and how it works, its principles, it's laws" I said, it came out better than I thought. "Very good, you may seat"
Hadia's pov: Finally, it's time for a break. I got my bag of crisps and galloped down to where my friends were. "Aoasalam-o-alikum" I greeted. "Walikum salam" they retorted. After a while of joking around and foolishness, Ayesha spoke "Guys I think we should start our sessions where we would assign everyone with subjects and prepare our syllabus"
"She's right...we should...time is gold...." agreed amna. "And we should ask the new girls as well, don't you think?" Bisma asked. "Yeah...will do"
"I'm appointing Ayesha as the head of this term's session," said Bisma, because normally Bisma would be the head but this time it's Ayesha. "I'll ask the new kids later," said Ayesha, as she snatched my crisps from my hands and started munching on them.
"Hadia I love your glasses....they look so cute on you...mashallah" complimented amna. "Thanks, amna..!"
Aoasalam-o-alikum Hope u liked this considerably short chapter. Don't forget to vote, comment. #chipkali #qabacha
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