It was a chilly morning and the soft golden hues of the sun painted the classroom walls. As the school bell chimed, a hushed silence fell upon the room. Miss Sobia, our English teacher, entered with a twinkle in her eyes and warmth that enveloped all of us. Her voice, melodious, yet commanding, captured our attention as she embarked on a lesson about the power of words. Her unique vocabulary and phrases transported us into a world where language was a tapestry of emotions and ideas.
On that fateful day, Miss Sobia had a surprise for us, an assignment that would take us beyond the confines of our textbooks. “Today, my young wordsmiths,” she said, “we will explore the wonders of storytelling by creating our own mini-adventures. We can call it a speaking class in which each one of us will have to come and tell our point of views or stories.”
Excitement rippled through the classroom as we embarked on this creative activity. Ideas surged within us like uncontrollable waves and our pens danced across the pages, giving life to our imagination.
Days turned into weeks and each passing moment allowed us to mould our stories with Miss Sobia’s gentle guidance. Her unwavering belief in our abilities inspired us to reach beyond our comfort zones, to explore uncharted territories of our minds.
Then one sunny afternoon, as I sat beneath a banging mango tree in the school courtyard, I found myself lost in a world of my own creation. The pages of my notebook fluttered with a tale that had taken on a life of its own. But suddenly a gust of wind snatched my precious creation from my hands, leaving me stunned and heartbroken.
The story I had written with all my dedication, hard work and love, a part of me, blew away like autumn leaves. Panic gripped my chest as I desperately chased the runaway pages, but they went far away from my reach, teasing me with every gust of wind. Tears welled up in my eyes, I felt as though my voice had been silenced.
That is when Miss Sobia appeared, a silver lining in my despair. With a serene smile, she consoled me and told me that this is not the end of anything. In her presence, I felt a newfound strength, a belief that my story would not end with those lost pages.
We began to retrace my journey, collecting fragments of my words that had landed in unexpected places. Each piece we picked up became a reminder of resilience and the transformative power of perseverance.
Days turned into nights Miss Sobia’s steady commitment to my growth as a writer ignited a spark within me. She taught me that true strength lies not in the words we write, but in the courage to share our stories, flawed as they may be.
And so, armed with determination, I stood before my classmates clutching the fragments of my once-lost tale. With every word that flowed from my lips, a magical symphony filled the room. The silence that once enveloped us was shattered by thunderous applause and faces brimming with smiles.
At that moment, I realised that teachers are definitely more than just instructors. They are mentors guiding us along the winding paths of knowledge, nourishing our minds, and empowering us to overcome obstacles that threaten to extinguish our light.
As the final bell of the school bell rang, marking the end of our journey together, Miss Sobia handed me a notebook — an empty canvas for future stories to be written.
With a knowing smile, she whispered, “Remember Rameen, your voice is a beacon in the darkness and your stories have the power to change the world.”
Years have passed since that fateful day, and I am a person who would always remember those words whenever lacking motivation. I am proud of being a person who proudly cherishes every moment spent under the luminous guidance of a teacher. Miss Sobia’s impact remains etched in my heart, a constant reminder of the transformative role educators play in moulding young minds.
So dear readers, may you recognise the irreplaceable importance of the teachers in your own lives. They are unsung heroes lighting the way on the path of knowledge and inspiring greatness within each of us. From lost words to resounding voice, teachers illuminate the path to limitless possibilities.
Published in Dawn, Young World, September 29th, 2023