Where do I start to tell my story? I have been a teacher for nearly 30 years. As a fresh graduate out of college, I was asked to join my alma mater as a teacher in their senior school. Everyday, I faced a class of nearly 45 students barely 4 to 6 years younger to me. But, I had always been passionate about teaching and here I was enthusiastically being a teacher and becoming more and more ...

 I have been told to write about a teacher who left a lasting impression on me. How can I write about one; there were so many who chiseled me into who I am today, each one in her own way. What they all had in common was a respect for the student. Mrs. Hayat was my teacher in class three. After Montessori, my interest in studying was waning. Until Mrs. Hayat came along. Her methods were jus ...

 It is commonly believed that people who do their Masters degree in Urdu, Islamic Studies or Persian are sort of at a lower rung of the ladder, incapable etc. That is precisely why I chose to do my Masters in Urdu__ no, not because I was incapable but because the choice seemed like a nice and rebellious one! But seriously, I studied and taught Urdu because I wanted us to take pride in our ...

 I am so glad to have an opportunity to look back at my time as a school girl because it gives me such pleasure to look back at those days and really brings a smile on my face. My piece is about my teacher of English, Mr. Dolmen at my school, Karachi Grammar School. I used to look forward to the English class and always felt comfortable and relaxed in this class because of the approach and ...

 At 17 I was an angry, passionate out of control undisciplined lover of literature. Sussanah Harris Wilson was my literature and drama teacher. Watching her dive into the English language excited and inspired me. I followed after her. She taught by example. She was always accessible in and out of the classroom and felt the potential in every student to fall in love with the imagery and pow ...

This poem is dedicated to Hafeez Taib, who is a respected name in Urdu ghazal and naat (verse in praise of Prophet Muhammad SAW). He served as a teacher and as the Head of the Department in the Punjabi Department, Punjab University. I was never fortunate enough to have studied under him, but I have an indirect link with him due to my dear friend Dr. Nabeela Rehman. He was a great poet of ghazal ...

 It was the first day of my first job as a teacher in a private school in Lahore. I was extremely tired. I thought I would not be able to continue. 'Just go through the day somehow and say goodbye to the job tomorrow', I said to myself. As a new teacher I was being sent to different classes to substitute for absent teachers. “Just keep the kids in the class till the next period&rdquo ...

 I will share with you some reflections, some memories from my days as a student and my experiences as a teacher. Beneath these brief anecdotes are layers of meaning that I leave you to unravel.  Syed Wazir-ul-Hassan Abidi was my teacher at the Punjab University when I was doing my Masters in Persian. He would not allow any student to enter the class unless the student had a question, ...