There’s a specific kind of quiet that hits the Bahria Enclave campus right before a farewell. The Islamabad breeze feels a little cooler, the city lights seem a bit brighter, and for one night, the school hierarchy finally disappears. This was the moment the Grade 10 and 9 Matric cohorts pulled out all the stops to give a legendary send-off to the departing Grade 11 and 10 Matric classes. It wasn’t just a party; it was a transition of legacy—and a much-needed break from the books.
The Great Glow-Up
Walking into the venue, you wouldn’t have recognized the people you’ve shared hallways with for years. The transition from stained lab coats and “I stayed up all night studying” eyebags to sharp silhouettes and elegant drapes was nothing short of cinematic. For a few hours, the looming stress of boards and CAIEs evaporated, replaced by the glow of fairy lights and the realization that everyone actually cleans up quite nicely when there isn’t a surprise quiz involved.
The “Big Sibling” Legacy
For those of us staying behind, this was a tribute to the leaders of the pack—the ones who taught us how to navigate the canteen rush and how to make the BSS uniform look actually cool. We watched the seniors take the stage one last time, not as students, but as the young adults they’ve become. The awards weren’t just titles; they were inside jokes turned into trophies, and the speeches were the “thank yous” we usually forget to say between classes (mostly because we’re usually running late).
Moments Between the Beats
The night was a whirlwind of nostalgia, from the digital slideshows that had half the room laughing and the other half reaching for tissues, to the final group huddles where friends realized this might be their last “regular” night together. There was a silent realization among us organizers that tomorrow, the responsibility of leading the campus falls to us, but tonight was purely about celebrating the giants whose shoulders we stand on.
“We spent so much time wishing for the weekend that we didn’t notice we were wishing away the best years of our lives. Tonight, we stopped time.”
To New Horizons
As the engines started and the taillights faded into the winding roads of the Enclave, the air shifted from celebration to a quiet, powerful realization. You’re no longer bound by the bells or the boundaries of a campus; the entire world is now your classroom. Take the lessons, the laughter, and that relentless Bahria grit with you as you step into the unknown. The gates are open. Go show them what a Beaconite can do.
Blog by “Aiman Rizwan”