Acknowledgements
I like reading acknowledgements after a book. I think it should be a rule that acknowledgements should be printed only after the last chapter and the epilogue. I think it provides a catharsis to the reader. I think I may be going a bit over the top with this Acknowledgement for a blog, but I think it doesn't hurt.
This blog started as a fantasy I had when I was in the third standard. It took seven years to materialise. I started writing my blog on a NOKIA Asha 205 with a qwerty keyboard after I passed high school.
The first post I wrote was inspired by dawn, I had finished praying Fajr and was dreaming of the new school I would go to, one I hoped would be better than my high school. The first post came out of hope. The school was the worst of the three I attended, and the heartbreak of leaving the last school kept me going.
The readership I started with is barely there except for one guy and a girl. New people came at some points and left as quietly as they came. I wrote about family, school, friends, hospitals and Graveyards. I think that over this cycle, I have become a better writer and a mature person.
The last thing I wrote on this blog is about starting uni or rather actually going to uni in person. I again hope for a better tomorrow like I did after high school, even though I don't know what it holds for me. And I think it's best that a blog I started out of hope, should end with a post about hope. So I guess we've completed a loop.
Many people supported this endeavour, providing me with the feedback and the love I always needed. It's hard to name everyone, but thank you all. I would like to thank Zahid & Nihas from high school for being there every time. I would also like to thank Mrs Sini, a teacher like none I have ever seen in 13 years of schooling. She meant every word when she said "You can tell me anything". Rarely do that sentence have the truth. (may her soul rest in peace.)
Umma for being my never-ending source of calm, peace and love,
Ikka for being there, letting me tag along with him when we were younger and putting up with me.
All the love,
Fathah bin Nazar
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