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On Graduating from High
School!
(The speech was
delivered by 18 years Okasah Naqvi at her Graduation
Party held at Bait ul Asr Islamic Center, Freehold, New
Jersey on Saturday, 28 June, 2008. A writer, poet and
athlete and an academic super star, the young Okasha has
a message for other young men and women of the
community).
My
dear brothers and sisters in Islam , Salamun-alaykum
All praise and blessings upon the Prophet
Mohammad (s) and his family. May we all Insha’Allah
learn from their actions, sacrifices and teachings so
that we may convert our minds and souls to the sole
focus of pleasing Allah (swt) and upholding the image of
the beautiful religion of Islam.
First of all, I’ll like to welcome and thank
everyone here today for attending my graduation party.
This gives me the chance to properly thank, and
reminisce on my experiences of being in this great
community. Everyone these days has been telling me “get
ready for the most important years of your life” or on
the lines of “these years will determine the rest of
your life’s outcome”. While these statements do hold
some what true, I beg to differ. I believe the most
important years of my life are right here in front of
you saying this speech. It is I, a culmination of
eighteen years of my parent’s hard work and sacrifice
that has decided for me the rest of my life. From the
small age of four when I would repeat the verses of the
Holy Qur'an after my mother and memorize the Arabic and
translations of suras before bed, or the age of five and
six when my father helped me gain the courage to do
speeches, to become a youth leader, and to fall in love
with Islam not because I was born into it. Because the
religion gave every reason and logic of life and the
life hereafter.
I am nothing without my parents. To say that
I have become who I am, this eighteen year old girl
embarking on her way to college without my parents would
be like the trees saying they had grown without the
rain, or that the birds have been able to fly without
their wings. I am not green or airborne without these
god-given people. I am nothing without them. So for my
parents, here is where I begin. The two most amazing
people in my life! I wish every child here could have
my parents, that they too insha’Allah will be able to
swell with love and affection and the deep friendship
that I hold with my parents. Baba! you have been my
rock. You are my spine in each and every way.
Subhan’allah the way you have worked for us, for our
family, day and night, you never complain. Not once did
I hear an ‘oof’ from you when you had to take us on long
vacations, not once in my life have I heard an ill
comment from your mouth about any one. You have treated
my sisters and I with such respect that you treat us as
if we were queens. You look to us for advice, you never
do anything without our suggestion, you never punish us
harshly, never Baba have you failed to be short of
Islam’s teachings of a good father. The one incident I
remember that moved me the most was I remember when I
was a child, you called me a silly name and me being the
sensitive person I remain to be I started crying and
went to my room. I still remember Baba how you came on
your knees almost ready to cry and asked for my
forgiveness because you were afraid of the day of
judgment and what your punishment could be there. The
love in your eyes, not for me, for Islam shook me up.
Till this day I am shocked at your humbleness and just
at your character in general. Alone, you never do one
thing wrong, you will refuse anything against God’s
will, and it truly truly leaves my jaw dropping every
time. You are beyond a normal human being to me, you are
my idol. You are the one person I pray I can be like.
You are truly one in a billion. Your love and undying
faith has made me who I am. You are my spine baba, you
are my heart, you are my mind. You are the greatest man
I have ever known. Just know today is not about me it’s
completely about your sacrifices, your pain that I could
have never healed, your strength I take away with my
stupidity, its about how every day before I sleep I
never see you, and when you come home, there is always
that smile. I would trade the world’s wonders to see
that smile for the rest of my life insha’Allah. Baba
know you are my greatest and truest friend, and I am
asking you today humbly forgive me if I failed and fell
short of being a good daughter, and know that this
speech will never be enough to repay you for your
wonderful giving's to our family. From your family
meetings and rich historical stories, your enthusiastic
road trips, your encouragement always, Baba you are
truly my every thing. I love you. Insha’Allah Allah
(swt) will give you a long happy life, and give me the
wisdom to follow in your footsteps, as Iqbal Naqvi’s
daughter.
Masha’Allah I have such a huge family, as
much as I would love to reminisce on how much my father
means to me, I must move on to the other half of me: My
mother! Everyone here probably knows every mother’s day
I write a poem and probably weep through half of it,
while I present it here at Imam House. The truth is that
my heart weeps every single day in happiness to have
such a blessing in my life, and every Mother’s day I
muster up the courage to transfer my inner tears into
ink with which I convey to my dearest mother how heaven
is surely under her feet. My mother is always on her
feet for us, from before we awaken she cooks us all
breakfast, when we come home she makes us lunch, hears
about our day, takes us to all our school activities
picks us up, takes us shopping, hears our complains,
consoles our tears, and never once does she ask for a
thing in return. I suppose that is the beauty of all
mothers. From the moment we are born they give us their
unconditional love, a love which can never ever be
achieved from any other person in life. Love, outside of
a family’s net is conditional. Whether in marriage,
friendship or otherwise, there are always conditions on
love restricting betrayal, lies and hurt. However within
your family and most importantly with your parents no
matter what you do they will never stop loving you. This
is for you Amie Jaan, for your unconditional love no
matter how many times I hurt you or failed short of
anything in life. No matter what happened to me, in your
arms is the safest most comforting place in the world.
Your voice holds a medicine too rare to find in any
forest or a-top any mountain, your laughter is a music
so beautiful that men search their lives for such
content in melody but never find it, everything about
you Ma quenches my soul. No doctor could heal my inner
turmoil like you do with your wisdom and advice. I wish
I could share with you all my mother’s advice to me but
one quote from Mother Theresa sums it all up:
”People are often unreasonable, irrational, and
self-centered; forgive them anyway.
And
after my glorious blessing-of-a parents comes my best
friends for life: my beautiful sisters! When I was
eighteen months, my best friend number one was born:
Aqeela Batool Naqvi! The relationship I have with Aqeela
I have with no other sister. This is because she is kind
of like my companion. We are both indifferent towards
our emotions, we never have to say I love you to let
the other one know we care. We always defend each other
no one outside our family comes between us, we go to
each other for advice, we listen to each other’s
problems, and even if the other doesn’t want to hear it
we are god awful honest with each other. I know I will
never find such a partner and trust worthy person in my
life. Aqeela I am so glad to be your sister, it doesn’t
even matter if I’m older than you because we respect
each other the same, and if anything I should respect
you more for keeping up with my crazy self for so long.
My advice to you is to never under-estimate yourself,
you have so much potential and until I die I will make
sure you use all of it. You are an amazing woman that I
look up to so much, you have so much faith in God and
our family that it astonishes me. I find you as my
better half, while I tend to be out going and crazy
about life, your silence teaches me awareness and
observation. And then when you are too silent I help you
smile, so we both work out for each other don’t we? I
love you so much and every weekend you better have me on
speed dial, just because I’m dorming doesn’t mean you
aren’t my backbone. I Need you always in my life and I
hope you know you are the ideal sister and your fait h
in me gives me wings, thank you Aqeela for helping me
fly.
My next sister, is seriously my clone.
Marryam! everything you do reminds me of myself. You
are one of the most intelligent people I know. The way
that you grasp art and the hidden beauties of life in
your drawings and writings inspires me everyday to look
forward to each day with a new out look and perspective.
You are my dearest buddy for sure, I will miss laughing
our hearts out at the silliest things while mom would
yell at us to be quiet but we just couldn’t stop. The
way me and you just shoulder slap each other instead of
hug and finish each other’s sentences is actually our
hearts hugging and finishing the songs of our minds for
one another. You are almost as stubborn as me, maybe
even more and you underestimate yourself like I did when
I was your age. Life is going to hit us hard when school
starts so if I don’t have the chance to remind you every
day, just know that the only person you should compare
yourself to ever in life is your potential self! The
potential that resides in you Marryam can change the
course of history for that I am sure. Your art, your
focus is a flame inside of you and I know one day it’s
going to turn into wildfire. We are a family and you are
my dearest friend, you are my baby sister and no one can
take that away from us. So no matter what happens no
matter how many times we argue, don’t forget that blood
is thicker than water and that no one will ever give
their blood sweat and tears for you like your family
will. Don’t ever hesitate about calling on us for help.
The last yet probably greatest blessing in
my life is my baby sister, Fatima! This girl is like a
party in a box! Not only does she non-stop talk but the
energizer bunny has nothing on her. This girl keeps
going and going and going. But you know what? That’s
what I love most about her. Aqeela and mine’s childhood
was at a slower pace where my parents could mostly
concentrate on us. However
Wow! Masha’Allah I have such a big family,
but it doesn’t end with As I end my speech, I feel like I am coming to a close in one chapter of my life. My child hood years are far gone but the child within me has not died. I do not really know how to end this sort of emotional path so I will end this speech the only way I know best, with one of my poems:
Oh come the child hood
laughter,
Follow me beyond the
sun,
Down towards the
streams I’d play,
Until the day was done.
Oh come now laugh with
me once more,
Why do you fade away,
The sun was up so high
so bright,
It felt like yesterday.
Drawing with chalk upon
the driveway,
Catching fireflies at
night,
Candle light vigils by
the high way,
And on the beach flying
kites.
Oh come my memories why
now,
Must you leave with
such haste?,
Can I not run back to
my home-made tents,
A summer’s night once
more may I taste?
Can I not lie beneath
the stars,
Once more on a family
vacation,
Once more I’d love to
feel the bizarre,
Childhood filled
sensation.
Alas how quickly you
have left me,
Your moments within me
die.
Your laughter, the
chalk on the drive way,
I believe it is time to
say goodbye.
Yet gone with you, I
still laugh,
And sing to a new
melody.
I come with the new,
and now I wait,
To see what the next
chapter holds in store for me! |
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