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Once a Mamaian ... always a Mamaian

By Sehrish Umair
Fri, 04, 18

I still remember my first day at The Mama Parsi School. As luck would have it, a girl left the school as her family moved abroad.....

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I still remember my first day at The Mama Parsi School. As luck would have it, a girl left the school as her family moved abroad, and I got admission in her place. I was hardly six years old then. My parents were super excited; my dad made sure that I had all my books and stationery with me, and my mum packed snacks for me for ‘lunch’. As for me, I was very sad to go to school. Since I was the eldest child and they had always pampered me a lot, I didn’t like the idea of leaving mum and dad to go to school. When they dropped me at school, I started crying. My class teacher, Mrs. Qadir, calmed me down, took me into the classroom and introduced me to my new classmates. She then told a girl to help me with the class work, and I started to become comfortable.

I was a very shy student till class 4. My personality started changing gradually from class 5. By the time I was in 6th class, almost every girl in my class was my friend and all teachers knew me well. I started scoring well in tests, and participating in different inter-school competitions. I knew what I wanted to achieve in life, thanks to the intellectual nourishment provided by my alma mater. With a lot of determination and hard work, I scored A+ grade in matriculation board exams, along with my entire class! Indeed, every Mamaian is certainly extraordinary.

After completing my Pharm-D degree from University of Karachi, I moved to Australia with my husband.

In Australia, an Englishman I had a chance to meet complimented me on my general knowledge and poise. At that moment, I felt immense pride to be a Mamaian. I don’t have words to thank my parents for sending me to one of the best schools in the country.

At The Mama School, academics are secondary; it’s the moral values they inculcate in students that are more important to the staff. So, on this 100th birthday of my school, I would like to thank all my teachers for instilling in me and all Mamaians principles and ethics. Long live Mama School!

Currently living in Perth, Australia, Sehrish Mehmood Umair, class of 2004, is a Pharmacist by profession.

Dear Mama School,

You have always been an institution par excellence. I will always feel pride that I spent 11 beautiful years of my life here. Here’s to another 100 years of your brilliance.

Ilsa Abdul Razzak Class of 2012



Hi Mama School!


Chairperson Managing Committee of The Mama School, Dr Banoo Mama cutting the cake with the governor

You turned 100 on 1 April, 2018! May you live forever!

Proud to be a Mamaian, now and always.

Zahra Nadeem


Dear Mama School,

Congratulations on completing 100 years. May you continue to give young girls the courage to follow their principles and the confidence to follow their dreams.

Mr Xersis Dastur receiving silver coin on behalf of his mother oldest living Mamaian Mrs. Meher Dastur

Fatima Zaidi, Class of 2007

My Dear Mama School,

Staff members in the school reception area, waiting to welcome guests

It’s been about 39 years since I graduated. I have tried to ‘let humility, charity, faith and labour light my path’. I still remember singing the school anthem fondly and after all these years, it still reverberates in my mind: “Let us march onto knowledge, the girls of The Mama School. Lofty our ideals, noble our rules. Loyal, steadfast in duty, honour our pride, God lead us onward, be ever at our side!” Even now, these words give me a sense of purpose. May my alma mater live forever. Amen

Aliya Mokhtar, Class of 79

Jashn and prayers held to commemorate the 100th birthday of Mama School; seen in the picture (above) Dr. Banoo Mama, Delara Mavalvala, Shahveer Byramji, Dr. Kairas Kabraji, Furangees Tampal


Seen in this picture, former principal of The Mama School, Ms Z. T. Mavalvala

My schooling at Mama Parsi was brief yet has good memories. The transition from UK studying at a boarding school to Mama Parsi School in Karachi was indeed tough and different. For me, it’s a school where two generations of my entire paternal and maternal family studied.

Cheers to The Mama Parsi School and Mamaians.

Nisreen Valika