Happy Teadren Day!!!

First and foremost, i still would like to stress that i don't particularly fancy teacher's day celebration.
This year, fortunately, was an exception.
It was, first of all, an ambitious project - 4 hours under the void-deck, in the heat and all of us teachers bedecked in our 'fineries' - samping and all. No joke.
But the enthusiasm of the participants more than made up for it.
There was MC Yan and MC Amir, both newbies to the performance world, but i must say, were credible and entertaining, as well as informative. Kudos to them. Especially to MC Yan.. :)
Then there were the S5, and the S5s and the S5s...they pretty much dominated the show, this being their last appearance, or so it seemed..and WOW! Nabjo must surely be the best actress of the day - she was so totally out of her shell...furiously funny as the vogue mother who was determined to remain oh! so unIslamic...Ummi was hilarious as the grandmother- liked the way you 'dance', grandma... And of course, there was the boys' dikir barat - a spectacularly complicated swirls of arm movements and syaraf's voice was just so golden, so good... :) And of course there was abu, the' joker' who couldn't stay serious even if he wanted to.... and haykal, great job leading the percussionists - shah and ismail, you guys really did a good job providing the beat and soul of the performance.....there was a 'choking' moment though, when the guys were singing a song, led by ishak. i don't know - i could not just sit and listen, i had to leave, for i had told myself i was going to be all smiles that day...no rain, please!! :)
there were thankful moments like when azlina gave me my 'report card' - it was so touching... when i was sneaked from behind to say something, i was so out of words, but almost 'died' trying to stifle my laughter when i saw the whole lot of S5A boys, their hands over their heads, really looking like monkeys... i half expected ariff to do the monkey dance, too... but awww! he has grown too matured for that, i guess, right thinker?? :)
It was, Alhamdulillah, a beautiful day.
I am so really going to miss you gals and guys...lots and lots.... stay good, k? :)

BEING LOST

If things were different

Then I would be

the happiest one on Earth

I'll be walking on cloud nine

everyday

I'll be seeing my world

Thru' rose-tinted glasses

I'll be lost in the euphoria

In the drunkardness

of tangible fulfillment

I will be lost...



If things were different

YOU will be lost

I will not often feel

the hot gushing of tears

As they fall on the sejadah

I will not often feel

The sense of being utterly

alone

Utterly unconsoled

Utterly unprotected

Yet

So utterly lost

In the warmth of YOUR gaze

YOUR presence

YOUR anger

YOUR gentleness

YOUR SILENCE

In my head,

mine eyes,

mine heart



[ Alhamdulillah

Moga terkubur kepalsuan

Terpancar kesucian

Hidup subur keimanan

Kepasrahan, kerendahan

Pengharapan

Keampunan.... Amin ]

Solat Terawih

Yesterday night was a beautiful one.
For the first time this Ramadhan, I get to solat terawih berjemaah with my family.
Halim and Hadi and hubby took turns to be the imam for the solat.
My heart swelled in gratitute (and pride?...naauzubillah), when my sons led the solat.
This is the nikmat of sending your child to be educated in the madrasah...Alhamdulillah..
One can only hope and pray that your children will remember to pray for you after you have left this world...
To all their teachers, Jazakumullahu khairan kathiran for being patient with them, Hafiz and Haziq included.
Halim and Hadi came to Irsyad with 'zeroes' - and came out Arabic literate, Alhamdulillah and SubhanAllah!
It is said that if one is not thankful to a fellow human being, then one is also not being thankful to Allah...
Well, this is one really thankful and grateful individual.... :)

Archiving old posts

These are taken from a not too old blog. It's been deleted.

CONVERSATION

Question : Why is the conversation always frustrating?
Answer : Because it always ends up being either a scolding session or a 'make me feel like the lowest-good-for-nothing scum on earth.'
Question : Why bother to talk?
Answer : Because.... (well, you know the answer)
-hic-
Before a word can be spoken, it has to pass through 3 gates:
1. Is it the truth?
2. Is it kind?
3. Is it necessary?
Kind words, without truth, is Falsity - You're lying.
Truth, without kind words, is Cruelty - You're insensitive and mean.
Silence is golden. Always. Truly
June 13 2009, 10.57 a.m.

BEAUTY

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder -

Blessed are those with beauty within -

Lucky the beholder of beauty -

Wretched are those with neither beauty within nor beauty without!
July 9 2009, 22.56 p.m.

SL Investiture 2009

there is always mixed feelings everytime i am at the SL Investiture. i would be so proud of the young boys and girls, standing tall, some rather shyly, but all you can see with shines in their eyes. they have come of age. the boys looked very smart in their striped green ties. then, there would be the formal swearing in of the new head of student leader, which means the current head will give his handover speech. this year is most poignant, because for one thing, i am not attending this as an HOD. it is different. i feel like an outsider looking inside a glass bottle. i wanted to be with the outgoing S5s, but was too shy, in case anybody would interprete my actions as being bossy. i wanted to thank them for their hardest work, doing duty, making rosters, planning, executing, getting cursed in the end by some rogue students. in short, they faced a lot of flak, just so to be responsible sl. now, that is respectable and commendable! Harith's speech was tops - it sounded sincere... :) i think, all said and done, it was a good show, being the first one held in Irsyad@SIH. Congrats to Zul, i know, we all know, you will be a great HSL, just like all your seniors before you....

July 31st 2009

Teacher's Day 2009

I normally don't like to celebrate Teacher's Day. Really. When I received any gifts, I will feel guilty - do I deserve such gifts in the first place? Do I deserve the 'accolades' that come with the gift? When I DON'T receive a gift from some students whom I sort of expected to get a gift (I know, I know, I am being presumptiously arrogant), I would feel kind of down and melancholic. So, I don't really enjoy teacher's day celebrations...
This year, however, was an exception.
In the first place, Teacher's Day falls smack in the middle of Ramadhan. Meaning, no 'official' celebrations. What a relief!
Secondly, the secondary kids are more shy and self-conscious than their primary brethens, thus, it is very highly unlikely that they will give away any gifts.
They gave away sms msgs instead! Oh! The messages were touching!Among these, one was really uplifting - it came from the mother of one of my S5 students. Imagine! Having a mother thanking you personally! I truly feel I don't deserve her praises...her daughter is a joy to teach, a fast learner, and very respectful. May Allah bless her family and all her sacrifices in raising her children to be good Muslims..Amin.
I ask myself too, why am I a teacher? Not quite an easy question to answer...I guess, to put it simply, I enjoy sharing what little knowledge I have with others. I have thrills when I see a confused face light up in understanding of the lesson, I am energised when I go around the class, I feel alive being with young people, dealing with young minds, aware that whatever I say today, might have an impact on their lives tomorrow. Yes. A teacher IS a powerful being. He can build, and he can destroys. He can create and he can reshape. Rasullullah s.a.w once reminded us to convey his teachings, even if it is only one ayat. A student dies with the same pahala as a mujahid, insyaAllah, if his quest for knowledge is based on pure aims and efforts. A Muslim, once he dies, will have everything worldly cut off from him, except for three things. One of these is the good knowledge he taught and practised by others. MasyaAllah!
Teaching, in a way, knows no time limit, no physical boundaries.
May Allah bless all my teachers for I am what I am, in part, through their efforts and belief in me and in what I can become and now, have become.

To Cikgu, this is for you:

kasih guru
sukar dimengerti, sering di salaherti
pujuk rayunya bak sang kekasih
ugut dodoinya bak sang ibu
jerih lelahnya bak sang ayah
gurau sendanya bak saudara dan mara
siapa yang tahu
senyum tangismu
siapakah guru di hatimu?

September 4 2009, 15.53 p.m.

The Fool

A wiseman once said:
The answer to a fool's question is silence.
This sets me thinking -
If you answer a fool's question, he might not understand your answer.
In fact, a REAL fool might not even understand his question.
Question is:
How do we know the REAL fool?
Who is the fool?
Am I the fool?

Therein lies the REAL question, I guess....