9
From Your Proud Daughter
Dearest Papa
I'm proud and honored to to give this glad tidings to you. I don't have words to describe how I feel. Okay, well... I cleared the IBA test and interview. Alhamdolillah! I wish you were here. I wish I could celebrate my happiness with you. Seeing me getting into IBA, the best business school in the country, was your dream. You invigorated the spirit in me. I wish I could actually show you the results, discuss the idiotic paper with you and share with you how beautifully I messed up the paper and still managed to get a good score =)
When I came home after having that awful-est exam of my life, I wanted to share each and every question with you, I wanted to cry and see you getting a lil mad on me. I wanted to share stories about all those weird candidates who appeared in the test and how insaan-like they were looking when they came for the interview. Lol. Silly, no? =D
It's not that I don't share these things with Momma, it's just that I miss you, I miss your views, I miss your golden words, I miss sharing things with you. I miss just everything about you. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. Right now with ME. I've got tons of stories to share with you, and I need your opinion, your share on them.
On this big day of my life, I'm not a least bit happy. I don't feel this feeling in a true sense. My whole class is happy for me, my teachers, my fellow bloggers, my dearest siblings, and Momma of course. But I feel hollow. I need my motivator back. I need YOU back!
I'm proud of the fact that I took an initiative to make this of your dream come true. I hope I remain steadfast in these 2 years. And I hope I pursue my further studies/ work even more diligently.
I don't think I can write anymore now.
*Big hugs*
Yours
Umema A. Siddiqi, aka "Book Two"
|
I'm proud and honored to to give this glad tidings to you. I don't have words to describe how I feel. Okay, well... I cleared the IBA test and interview. Alhamdolillah! I wish you were here. I wish I could celebrate my happiness with you. Seeing me getting into IBA, the best business school in the country, was your dream. You invigorated the spirit in me. I wish I could actually show you the results, discuss the idiotic paper with you and share with you how beautifully I messed up the paper and still managed to get a good score =)
When I came home after having that awful-est exam of my life, I wanted to share each and every question with you, I wanted to cry and see you getting a lil mad on me. I wanted to share stories about all those weird candidates who appeared in the test and how insaan-like they were looking when they came for the interview. Lol. Silly, no? =D
It's not that I don't share these things with Momma, it's just that I miss you, I miss your views, I miss your golden words, I miss sharing things with you. I miss just everything about you. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. Right now with ME. I've got tons of stories to share with you, and I need your opinion, your share on them.
On this big day of my life, I'm not a least bit happy. I don't feel this feeling in a true sense. My whole class is happy for me, my teachers, my fellow bloggers, my dearest siblings, and Momma of course. But I feel hollow. I need my motivator back. I need YOU back!
-------
I'm proud of the fact that I took an initiative to make this of your dream come true. I hope I remain steadfast in these 2 years. And I hope I pursue my further studies/ work even more diligently.
I don't think I can write anymore now.
*Big hugs*
Yours
Umema A. Siddiqi, aka "Book Two"
|
