sometimes the kids can suck the blood out of you and the next moment, when you see a different group of them it makes you feel all warm inside and smile from ear to ear. then some else would wonder why you smile, thinking you should belong to IMH.
tragically, i suffered a minor trauma after what happened during the week we had mask-making. the classroom was a horrible mess, the lessons were a riot and most were irresponsible for their work. teachers again, had to come in, checking out if everything's fine. i wished i'd had the power like they do- just by a whistle blow, the screamings and awful laughters would literally drop dead.
the last class i had the lesson with was awfully hilariously sweet (the one with the video). they stayed back after school to help me clean up. but of course, i should have expected they wanted something out from it, which was the plaster cast :8/
same thing happened again today. but this time, they're sincere. sec-one-TECHNICAL-one.
i LOVE the kids. really, i do. i eat and sleep thinking of them. i pray for them night and day. i wouldn't mind all that plays but i wish, i really wish, that they try their best in doing their works. i'm giving my best, staying back for hours for the sake of them, trying to do more than what i should. but sadly, it seems like my effort were not reciprocated.
still, i'm grateful. the praises and serenades i get from them... the fun we're having.
ever since i get myself out from the sorrows i had with FYP and ahem, and then get involved with fityan-ghufran, it changed my whole perspective of serving. and with what's going on now, the 2 jobs in my hand and school, i push myself to the greatest extent and still keep pushing. made me realise and understand the meaning of the words of ustazah badriyah to her daughter:tragically, i suffered a minor trauma after what happened during the week we had mask-making. the classroom was a horrible mess, the lessons were a riot and most were irresponsible for their work. teachers again, had to come in, checking out if everything's fine. i wished i'd had the power like they do- just by a whistle blow, the screamings and awful laughters would literally drop dead.
the last class i had the lesson with was awfully hilariously sweet (the one with the video). they stayed back after school to help me clean up. but of course, i should have expected they wanted something out from it, which was the plaster cast :8/
same thing happened again today. but this time, they're sincere. sec-one-TECHNICAL-one.
i LOVE the kids. really, i do. i eat and sleep thinking of them. i pray for them night and day. i wouldn't mind all that plays but i wish, i really wish, that they try their best in doing their works. i'm giving my best, staying back for hours for the sake of them, trying to do more than what i should. but sadly, it seems like my effort were not reciprocated.
still, i'm grateful. the praises and serenades i get from them... the fun we're having.
Be strong! Be fast! Be steadfast! Be patient! Don't despair for Allah is there! Don't be lazy! Don't care about wealth! Don't be weak! Aid the poor! Compete for Allah! Anywhere also can sleep! (but not anyhow sleep one!) Pray when everyone else is asleep! Learn! Teach! Share! Read! Sprint Muna, sprint!redha, ikhlas. all for the sake of Allah.
yakin, taqwa. Allah is in the east and the west, and wherever we turn to.
last but not least, sesuaikan diri kita dengan hukum peraturan bukan sebaliknya.
wassalam.
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inspirational entry!! thx for this!
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