Irum Coaching Centre

Irum Coaching Centre(full story)

Prologue

The melody of Tajdar-e-haram flowed in the newly built Irum Coaching Centre. Irum viewed her coaching centre as her wish-fulfillment. All she wanted was to own a coaching centre, before. 

    Irum by appearance was malnourished almost like a stick, owner of a prestigious coaching centre in Hyderabad. Her frog like eyes had sought this ambition of being a teacher for a very long time.

    Her institute, Irum Coaching Centre was located in Gol Maidan, a gigantic circular ground in the area of Pakora Chowk in the quiet city of Hyderabad.

Each city is famous for its distinctively attribute.

Lahore is well known for its food, Dubai for luxuries, Islamabad for having what people of Hyderabad and Karachi call burgers referred as wannabe Caucasian sorts, Karachi known for City Of Lights although having a lot of load shedding, Larkana synonyms wealthy people, Peshawar for yummy chapli kababs.

  But what is Hyderabad famous for? Irum finds education and Hyderabad a good couple. You could always spot students with heavy books and book fairs with tons of books ranging of all kinds. And yeah who could forget the number of colleges and schools both the neighboring cities Jamshoro and Hyderabad contains all alone?

"Quran Khawani? I never thought you were that religious," Wasif said as he munched the last of the cham-cham. He and his fiancée Irum were sitting on a bench outside the coaching centre.

  Irum had worn a tango kameez with purple churidar and a green dupatta hanged on the shoulders.

"Yeah, I know I am not religious. But I am not an atheist either," Irum said with her eyes closed, in solace of naat.

She slowly sank in the beautiful hymn of Atif Aslam's naat.

   The madrasah kids had gathered since morning, reciting the Holy Quran. Irum had ordered a cauldron of Sindhi mutton biryani and a cham cham zarda for the special occasion from Foodpanda for them.

    Kaneez, her maid and semi-assistant was busy with distributing the Biryani among the kids.

Kaneez was Irum's maid and probably her best friend too. Her witty jokes and funny looks had won Irum's heart in the first place. Along with Kaneez's retelling of how she escaped her job as chai wali in Maaz aunt's tuition.

Fanatic cleric in Pakora Chowk had issued a fatwa against Irum for developing a western system of education in the area although she was not the only one to have a coaching centre.

He told Irum that girls weren't allowed to go to school so forget about owning a coaching centre.

Later on, after so much of a mess, Irum had explained to him that they taught the subject of Islamiat too. Mufti Sahab was okay with the idea, now.

  Irum now ran her coaching centre with good staff members like Kaneez.

Her fiancé called her nayi ilm ki taajr. But he fell down the category of support when Irum wished to go to New York. Yes, New York — Irum's dream place.

  Hyderabad