In the Name of Allah The most Merciful The Compassionate.
Assalamu-Alaikum to you. Here I am going to share my childhood days. It is not that easy to recollect everything from my childhood days and if at all I recollect it also it is difficult to put everything over here. I would first of all like to make you know that I consider my childhood days to be right from the first day of my memory till my 6th standard in School. That will be my 12 years of age, I was 12 when I was in 6th standard.
In fact the dictionary meaning also gives the same type of meaning.
1. the time of person's life when they are a childhttp://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=childhood
2. the state of a child between infancy and adolescence
Ok, let me recollect. Hmmmmmm I dont remember exactly. But I do remember some incidents from my days when I was around 4 years or 5 years old. I may not recollect tell them exactly in chronological order, but I will tell those incidents. I remember that we were going to school. Now you may think who is this WE? Well let me introduce my first friend in my life, he is Haroon Assadi, one of my cousin. He is my Maternal cousin also and Paternal cousin also, so double bonded cousin. He was such a naughty boy that he always used to get beatings from everyone in our house. We both plan something and do some mischiefs and when the elders ask about it with him he used to tell "I dont know who did it", but when asked with me i used to say "Haroon did it". Then what? He used to get beatings, but I wont. lol. But he never fought with me in this regards. We both used to go to School together. I know that it was Christian High School, Udupi. I studied my L.K.G and U.K.G. The moments which I remember from school is that we used to go by Auto Rickshaw, and the driver was very friendly with us. I remember being standing in a line in our school, dont know for what purpose, but I remember it. Then I remember all my class mates playing with the small cycles with 3 tyres. But we were just watching them play as we did not know how to play. Then we learned how to play and we enjoyed it. I remember We used to eat biscuits in class. Those were school days of my KG class. Now let me tell something which I remember from my home - in fact my maternal Grandma's home (I used to stay with her when I was going to school). I still remember that I had a Grand Grand mother. My Mom's Paternal Grand Mother. Or I can say my Maternal Grand Father's Mother. Simpy to say My mother's father's mother. She was too old, but very beautiful, I still remember. We used to play with her. She had a stone by which she used to grind or soften things which she used to eat it later, as she did not have teeth. Sometimes we used to help her. We used to enjoy it. I still remember that tarana which was put in the tape "Jaago Jaago Subah Huwi", and this our "Grand Grandma" used to mimic it like this "Jaago Jaago Sir Mein Bukhaar Hai". And that made me think, that we can change things as we like.
Then I still remember how I used to catch my pencil, my Maternal Grandma used to teach me how to catch the pencil. I dont remember whether my class teacher ever thought me to catch the pencil, but I remember that my Grandma thought me that thing. Then I still remember my Grandma used to teach me how to read. I don't remember whether she thought me ABCD, but I remember those words she thought how to pronounce. Like for example F A N - FAN, C A N - CAN etc. Then I remember she thought me Alif, Ba, Tha - The Arabic alphabets. All these were when I was just 4 to 5 years old.
Then I remember one marriage, of my Maternal uncle. I discussed those incidents with my Aunt, she asked astonishingly "how could u remember it? You were just 4 years old at that time." I told hehe I dont know but I remember. And then one more incident comes into my life. I saw my mom crying, she wept like a child. Then we went to our Grandma's house. There I saw my sweet little "Grand Grandma" is dead. That was the first death I saw in my life and I still remember it. I saw everything from giving bath to Kafan and then Dafan. I prayed the Janaaza Namaaz also. At this moment I totally forgot my cousin. I don't remember whether I was with him or not. Anyways those were the early moments which I could not forget at all. Then we continued to go to school. We both were in standard 1st. I remember I used to excel in getting marks than my cousin, though he was very intelligent than me. Then one day I was separated from my cousin. In fact I was separated from all my relatives. Not only my relatives but also my home town. My dad was working in Riyadh. He got a family visa and we all went to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
My Childhood II coming soon...