The Door of School

Iqra was getting ready to go to school early in the morning. Suddenly he had a stomach ache. When he told my mother, she said, "Son, it will be OK when you get into the school. What did you eat last night Did you take anything from the shop and eat it? No, Amy John! Yesterday I did not take anything from the shop, nor from the school canteen, nor did Baba bring anything. Iqra replied innocently.

There was nothing cooked in the house that would cause Iqra's stomach ache. Neither yesterday nor in the past few days she was in a bad mood. But apparently there was no reason for Iqra's stomach ache. She was saying over and over again that i am having stomach ache. I don't want to go to school Amy, please...

There was no test today, then what happened to Iqra. Any indigestion or any infection? There was nothing like that. Because when she woke up early in the morning, she was very fresh. Breakfast was also made very light by mother. There was only juice and porridge in it. How could such a fast digested food cause stomach ache? Then he shook his head thinking that there might be a small problem which will be cured by walking for a while.

This is now the third, fourth and fifth time in the last four months. And the last two times I had seen the doctor. The second time I had to take time off from school. After the examination, the doctor also told Iqra's parents that she was healthy. When this was repeated for the fifth time, Amy became anxious.

Well, the school bus stopped outside the house. My mother lovingly hugged and patted on the head. Amy laughed at her, tickled him a little and put the bag on his shoulders and left her at the gate. Iqra looked back again as she left. She stared at her mother with innocent eyes. Then she got into the car with a sad face and a small heavy step. The school was approaching. As soon as she came on the road of the school premises, Iqra's stomach ached and as soon as he stopped the car. As soon as he saw the door of the school, Iqra's stomach began to ache.

After crossing the school grounds, she entered the building and reached the classroom and put her bag on the chair. She came out with her friends and started walking in the field. The school was very big and beautiful. The pain was gone. Then after the assembly the classes started. When Madam entered the classroom, Iqra, including all the girls, was silent. All the girls were scared of Madam Zahida with her fat, big eyes and big doll. Madam Zahida was also the class in-charge and no girl in the class liked her because of her attitude and thunderous voice. She was a math teacher.

Today, multiplication and division questions were being asked on the board. After receiving the class work, copies started accumulating on the table. Along with the homework, the class work also started to be checked. A few copies have just been checked, then Madam stopped on one copy and shouted in a loud voice. Who is this Faiza Aslam? Faiza raised her hand. Yes miss

As soon as she came to him, Madam slapped him on the head and slapped him hard on the face. The sound of slapping echoed throughout the class. Tears filled the whole atmosphere. The little girls' lives were stuck in their throats in terror.

Every girl's eyes were now on the checked copies. The orange copy that was lying under all the copies. It was a copy of Iqra. For fear of getting a quick check, Iqra did late class work and put the copy at the bottom. Waiting for his turn was frightening Iqra very much. The question would also be wrong. The little seven-year-old Iqra of the fourth class began to think of ways to save herself from punishment. Before his turn was called, Iqra raised her hand to save herself. She stood up and said:

Madam, can I go to the washroom, please? With permission, she came out of the classroom. Now she was deliberately taking small steps. From the junior wing to the senior wing, she kept moving at the same speed. She even crossed the washrooms of her wing and moved on. She wanted to go to the washrooms of the Senior Girls' Wing. Even after returning from the washroom of the big wing, she was slowly taking small steps at the same speed so that the maximum distance would be covered late.

She was passing by and out of the class now Was feeling better. She was happy and hoped that the bell would have rung before she reached the classroom building. And so she will escape punishment.

The little heartbeat was getting faster. The building was approaching. After entering the building, she climbed the stairs. Now the classroom was approaching even more. In the same panic, the last small step finally dragged her to the class. As soon as she entered, he saw Madam Zahida sitting on the chair.

She was stunned. She just had to say, May I come in madam? That they shout. Who is this Iqra Siddique? Iqra raised her hand and said I am Madam! And all of a sudden, the bell rang and the period ended, and Madame left the checked copies on the table and moved on, as if she had to hurry. Madam Zahida had put a big red cross on her copy. She thanked God a million times.

Amy was standing at the school door during on closing time. Iqra ran away loudly and hugged mother happily.As if she had left all fear and terror behind her school door in her mother's shelter.

She began to tell her mother,

Amy Amy today Miss Zahida slapped a girl very hard.Amy asked as she walked: "Didn't my son hit you?"No, Amy, but I was very scared. Ma'am, don't hit me either. I left the class.Amy immediately took Iqra with her ... And by the time she got home, she understood the reason for Iqra's stomach ache.

After considering the whole matter, Amy decided that she would meet the principal and request him to teach the children very gently and compassionately so that not a single child would suffer from stomach ache or fever due to any fear. Nor did he later suffer from any mental or psychological confusion.

Then it happened. The next week, Iqra's mother had a very successful meeting with the principal in which it was finally decided that no teacher would ever slap the children. No corporal punishment or intimidation. At the same time, Iqra's mother rejoined the school and started helping all the teachers and principals in this sensitive matter. She also taught the children and met their parents. Thus, Iqra's mother not only read Iqra. She was able to understand the plight of thousands of children because of her own daughter and for the important purpose of getting the children out of the plight, she pledged herself to play her best role as a school teacher.

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