That day, I was solving a question in Islamiat. Sir Rashid was so strict. He once made the whole class stand outside the principal's office when we forgot to do the homework. So I was trying to pay attention. A ten marked question made me stuck. I had memorised the references about Hajj, Livelihood and Zakat. I was left with Fasting. We had a test tomorrow. The reference was difficult.

"Ramazan is the month in which was sent down the Quran as a guide to mankind....So everyone of you who is present (at his home) during that month should spend it in fasting, but if anyone is ill, or on a journey, the prescribed period should be made up by days later"

So was the refernce number, (2:185) I couldn't learn it. So I learnt the easiest one.

The test wasn't difficult at all. I did it in half an hour. Abdullah asked for help, so I did. He was stuck in the reference I was learning the day before. His jet black eyes were appreciated by everyone at school. He didn't go out of style. He had the finest clothes. This assured me he belonged to a good family.

STZ kept complaining  teachers about me. But I didn't do anything. I didn't even take revenge. I wanted to be a good Muslim and follow the teachings of Islam. As my mother used to teach me.

Day by day, things began to change. Every teacher liked me. I had good friends. Sir Kashif, our English teacher, who had the best vocabulary, appreciated me everywhere. Breathing was easy for me now.

Everything changed but STZ didn't. They were considered a low level, but they were over-confident about themselves.

I often prayed to Allah to make my life easy. Allah helped me throughout my life. To struggle against STZ.