My First Experience
(Patterns for College Writing, My Mother Never Worked)
Farheena Rukhsar
BBS 1st Year (2019)
Navodit College
Samakhushi Kathmandu
Our life is full of new incidents, experiences and moments. We have first experience of each and every moments and incidents of our life but some of the first experiences give us long lasting memories in our life. Some of the first experience make us strong and some teach us life lessons. Some give us happiness whereas others give us frightening pasts. These first experiences add flavors in our boring life and make our life spicy.
In every persons' life there comes a moment when they experience something for the first time which makes a special place in their minds. In my life, I have also gone through many such experiences but some of them are very special, memorable as well as fascinating first experiences of my life. Today, I would like to share one of my first experience which was very shocking and unbelievable experience of my life.
This incident took place when I was in grade six. My siblings also used to study in the same school. One day, our school planned for an educational tour to Swayambhunath Temple but it was only for seniors, so only my elder brother; Salman got chance to go there. When he returned back from the tour, he wasn't feeling well. We thought he was just a little bit tired because of the tour. But next day he got seriously ill and fainted. We took him to the hospital. Doctor said that he was suffering from tuberculosis. His treatment went on but instead of getting well it got worst and worst. He even lost his memory. He forgot everything; even his family and friends. I still remember the moment when he looked at me and said, " Who are you ". Tears just rolled down my cheeks and I was unable to speak even a single word. We were all heart broken because of his worsening condition. One day, it was load shedding period and my whole family was sitting in a room with a burning candle. My brother was sleeping, others were just having some gossips while I was just sitting beside my brother's leg, listening to others. Suddenly, my brother started shaking shiverly and it wasn't a normal shivering. I got scared and ran to my father and told him about him. My father looked at him and as being a religious man he immediately found out what was going on. He took some sunflower oil and started chanting some "duwa" (mantra) in it while we all were very scared to even take a step. Then my father put that oil in my brother's ear and again started chanting duwa. Shockingly, my brother spoke, but it wasn't his voice. It was a soul speaking from inside him. My father asked who was he and why he was inside my brother's body. The soul just said his name was " Vim" and went away. My brother again fainted. We knew it wasn't any disease. Next day my brother was fully changed. It was very frightening to see him sitting in some kind of "Yoga" pose and getting hungry every second. He was eating like a monster. We took him to a mosque and a temple. The "Moulana" and the "Pandit" also did some types of rituals with him. Again that night the same incident happened as the night before. But this time he spoke in a girl's voice. The voice was very frightening and it was saying that her name was "Yogeshwori", she was from Swayambhunath, she liked my brother very much and wanted to take him with her. I was scared and amazed at the same time. Even a soul was lying the day before. I don't know what my father told her in his ear but the soul shouted she will leave him but will give him something which will last his life time. Before we could do something, my brother banged his head on the wall and blood started flowing from his head. Next minute everything was silent. My brother fell down and we took him to his bed. Finally everything was over. My brother recovered after some days but the mark is still on his head. This incident was a nightmare for all of us I think none of us can forget this experience in our life except my brother because he remembered nothing from the day of educational tour to the day when Yogeshwori left.