On a horrible day, when the sun rises, the street was under attacks and protests.That day was having a little importance. After the babary masjid attack one year has passed.But the vigour of youth was not shut even a year passed.The roads were under hands of social activists and religious protestants. On such a dawn, in the heart city of Kerala, calicut, at a caring hospital named ASHOKA HOSPITAL i was born as the first child of Abbas and Shahina.My father call out the 'Adan' in my small ears. Yes that sound seems to be a great blessing of Allah Almighty that i was born as a Muslim. My parents introduces me as SHAMJITH and called me JITHU. With a great colorful childhood having nice moments and memories i was blessed.Reminding some of the incidents is a greater fun and smile to my heart.From the shadow of memories, i just tried to recollect some memorable moments in my life.
From a blasting character i started my journey. People may not forgot such a nice, keen character. Today i also loves my childhood incidents. The most remarkable face inside my heart is my dear and respected teacher, Fathima miss. I don't know why my mind is too attached to her than the every teacher comes later. may be that nice incident may result to this. oh i remember those days well than others.
On the day Eikapapa was going to Jeddah. I need to travel with them up to airport and i was in a great joy. But when time moved my parents and mema's dressed me uniform and suddenly picked me to school jeep. when i realized their trap i was too irritated and shouted and used a little force to escape from it. But my father took me on his shoulder and walked towards the school jeep. At last I was put inside the jeep and Fathima miss tied me in her hand. when the jeep was at the moment of moving i bite her hand jumped out. At last they all together put me inside and take me to school.But because of my strong bite she was injured and was subjected to take an injection against poisoning. Even today when she sees me, she asks and talk about that incident.
Childish memories are a bit vast. When i was in an age of 12 there occurs some drastic changes in my behavior and something seriously attracted with films and serials. When time passed, my blasting character becomes silent in nature. Then it was the time with Abdussalam moulavi in madrasa. Learned by-heart a 'Juzu' from the Holy Quran. It was one of the turning point in my life that we were transplanted into a new house 'KEYEM'. Thus the times were changed and some thing more attached to religious values took play in my life. It was my mother whom mould up my mind with good teachings.Since father was outside Kerala, he has a bit lesser role than my mother in developing a religious background. But my prayers certainly includes both of my dear's.
On the education at Rahmania HSS,calicut
From a blasting character i started my journey. People may not forgot such a nice, keen character. Today i also loves my childhood incidents. The most remarkable face inside my heart is my dear and respected teacher, Fathima miss. I don't know why my mind is too attached to her than the every teacher comes later. may be that nice incident may result to this. oh i remember those days well than others.
On the day Eikapapa was going to Jeddah. I need to travel with them up to airport and i was in a great joy. But when time moved my parents and mema's dressed me uniform and suddenly picked me to school jeep. when i realized their trap i was too irritated and shouted and used a little force to escape from it. But my father took me on his shoulder and walked towards the school jeep. At last I was put inside the jeep and Fathima miss tied me in her hand. when the jeep was at the moment of moving i bite her hand jumped out. At last they all together put me inside and take me to school.But because of my strong bite she was injured and was subjected to take an injection against poisoning. Even today when she sees me, she asks and talk about that incident.
Childish memories are a bit vast. When i was in an age of 12 there occurs some drastic changes in my behavior and something seriously attracted with films and serials. When time passed, my blasting character becomes silent in nature. Then it was the time with Abdussalam moulavi in madrasa. Learned by-heart a 'Juzu' from the Holy Quran. It was one of the turning point in my life that we were transplanted into a new house 'KEYEM'. Thus the times were changed and some thing more attached to religious values took play in my life. It was my mother whom mould up my mind with good teachings.Since father was outside Kerala, he has a bit lesser role than my mother in developing a religious background. But my prayers certainly includes both of my dear's.
On the education at Rahmania HSS,
