In Seconds
From books to hooks; from class to office
The way of learning changes; dreams changed
From teacher to boss; my identity changes
It’s me from student to internee
Siemens AG is a global powerhouse in electronic and electrical engineering, operating in the industry, energy and healthcare sectors.
Well! I never thought of my internship in Siemens but who can deny the decisions of Allah.
Reached Siemens I 9/2 Islamabad at 10:00 am sharp on 13th July 2015. The mist and fasting both encouraged the intensity of my nervousness. The blazing sun appeared soon.
The main entrance reminded me of early days from my childhood, schooling and university in just few seconds.
Opened eyes in the laps of my parents. Playing, eating and sleeping was my only job. Which I enjoyed a lot. Soon this enjoyment was faded and as the days passed by and thought of my father. I was answered by him that he goes to office to have some money so that I might have new shiny hair band and bangles.
I thought offices had trees where Allah grows money instead of leaves.
Both my elder brother and sister used to go early in the morning. My sister used to wear same dress. Their absence was a great treat for me………… watching cartoons with no interruption at all :). One day she brought the same dress for me too.
And the hour came which is still horrible like a night mare ………………. My first day in School.
I hold my fathers’ hand as hard as I can all way he was guiding me to my class. I was amazed to see every girl wearing the same dress. How come everyone would dress up like me?
Me, “where you brought me?”
Father, “Office”?
I thought of my shine hair band and bangles
Me, “where are you going?”
Father, “outside. You sit here, I will be back soon.”
And that “SOON “of my father never came.
A lady came and took a book from my bag. I resisted to even touch the book.
Me and loneliness in a packed room from children and a lady. A big list of complaint of father was prepared by me.
Running towards my home as stepped out from the school bus.
Hitting the entrances door as hardly as my little hands could do and complains of my father began.
Mother, “the dress you wear; is a uniform, the room you were; was a classroom, the lady who took out your book; was your teacher and teacher is just like your mother. So whatever she says to you again obey her.”
Me, “WHAT ……………AGAIN? I am not going again ever.”
And that “EVER” never came as the “SOON” of my father.
All of my resistance, stubbornness and misbehavior lead towards the strictness of my father instead of sympathy.
I gave thanks to Allah, my beloved parents and teachers for molding me for such a person where my hands are above than those of below.
The days went on…………… schooling, university and now entering the company as an internee.
Great mood swings, just in Seconds.