Diary
(1) The seventh series in Tur Al Baha.. A school that honors us from ignorance.. Ahmed Seif Hashed
My memoirs.. from the details of my life
Seventh series
In Tur Al Baha
(1)
A school dear to us from ignorance
Ahmed Seif Hashed
When I finished primary school, I had to enroll in middle school.. There is no middle school in our remote area located in the far southern outskirts of the authority of Sanaa, which called itself a state, and we used to call it the authority in the north..
Our area and village were far away and deprived of the most basic services.. no transportation, no communications, no health, no social care, and we did not find the slightest interest on the part of that authority.. we did not find an impact for it in our lives except by adding to the suffering that burdens our people, such as (ports) and pursuits. Security and Zakat levies.
We do not touch or feel the state’s services towards us, and it is like a big zero in the size of the absence of a homeland, and the rare and few do not reach, and if it arrives, it does not change the situation.. She does not have a duty for us, and she has all the rights and duties upon us.. Ignorance permeates our situation and dominates our minds, and we are trying to extract what is possible to extract from the impossible.. We are trying to make a path to light in the midst of that thick darkness..
We had no escape from the inevitable oppression of ignorance, except for the state of the south, where there was a middle school in the center of Tur Al Baha, whose market we used to go to on Saturdays every week if necessary or necessary.. And that school is about twenty kilometers away from our village, and for Hassan We noticed that there was an internal section attached to the school, in which housing and food were provided for our likes.
The (Martyr Najeeb Preparatory School) in Tur Al-Baha was our capital of ignorance, and many students of the neighboring areas in the north who were threatened by ignorance, loss or interruption of studies found this school a savior and a refuge from certain ignorance..
A large school compared to what we went through and the schools we knew at the time, as well as being clean and tidy and its teachers are efficient.. I was overwhelmed with happiness when I found spacious classrooms, a modern and bright engineering method of construction, special glass windows, and chairs worthy of those who are higher in rank and level than us. All in all, I had never known a school like it before, and its internal section was new or newly built.
We were overjoyed when, on the first day of joining this school, we received new sheets, mattresses, and clean eating utensils.. Everything was free and without deficiencies or defects, except that the nutrition only was not enough for us or that our appetite for food was more than what was offered to us, and overall, malnutrition haunted me during The period of my preparatory studies in this school, which cherished us from certain ignorance..
I was often overwhelmed with fever, and I basked in the sun every time I had a fever bout.. Anemia and malnutrition were constant with me, and heavy on my health.. I sometimes suffered from want and destitution, and my mother was the most helpful person to get me through that stage..
It was allowed for those of us who wanted to leave Thursday noon and spend the Friday vacation with his family, provided that he would return to school on Saturday morning.. Cars would take me to (Ras Wadi Shaab) at Al-Rawah, and then I would go back to the village on foot, and likewise in going..
Sometimes I walked on foot from the house to (the courtyard) to benefit from the transportation expenses that my father gave me, and sometimes I also did it on the way back.. When walking, we searched for shortcuts such as the “blower road” and sometimes we climbed in the back of cars in the middle of the road Free, we call it (an expression), in reference to our free transfer..
Oh, the nobility and magnificence of the car owners who appreciated our conditions, and did not charge us for our transportation!! Oh, the nobility of “Abu Shanab,” the owner of the car, “the bruised one,” the man who was the most immersed in us with kindness and grace that remains to this day.. What a beautiful soul, “Rajah,” the poor person who spurts out with self-singing, and flows with beauty, humanity and tenderness. I learned from them the importance of making a beautiful person in his life with those who need him.
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Pictures of some classmates at the Martyr Naguib School in Tur Al Baha.
Left of the photo: Muhammad Abdul-Jabbar from Sawalha or Ma`bak and Muhammad al-Matari from Mudaraba
In the center are Saif Al-Shaabi, Jamil Abdulaziz, Fariq Al-Qudsi and Nasser Al-Shaabi, all of whom are from the Shaab area
And on the right of the picture, Ahmed Ali bin Ali and Idris from the outskirts of Al-Qubaita
This is if my memory fails me.
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