Sifat studied in a Madrasa (Islamic Study Centre) for a couple of days or months. As far as I understand, my mom wanted her son to stay and study in Madrasa for a couple of years to learn Islam and follow them correctly.
He went there without making any trouble. But we (sisters and father) were very worried about him. Will he eat properly, will he be beaten up by older students or teachers, can he stay without family, will he get proper study to join the mainstream study, etc again.
But when he came home on the weekend, it seemed he was enjoying himself there. Though the stories he was telling us didn't make us happy. He said he doesn't want to put on a mosquito net because he wakes up in the morning when mosquitoes bite too much. That's kind of an alarm clock for him. We were shocked. He started sitting on the floor. We said, it's dirty, sit on the chair. He said, it's ok, over there; he used to sit on the floor mostly. Sifat became very thin in a short period.
He told us some good things and funny things too. He used to eat food with the principal at their house. He had good food. Sifat also told us that the principal's son-in-law used to stay at his (principal's) house. He liked to during rooh afjah every now and then. He (Son in law) asked his mother-in-law to make him the Sarbat of Rooh afjah by saying, "Amma, Sorbot than (mother, give me a glass of Sharbat)." At the end of the month the students started counting the bottles of rooh afjah to understand how much that son in law drank. They (students) used to make fun of him (the son in law).
I don't know why; maybe my father put pressure on her. Because after some time, my mom decided to bring Sifat back home. We got relieved from the tension.
I am not saying their study process is bad. But it's a very tough life. They run the whole institute on a very low budget and are traditionally very strict. Things can be improved.
