La Taghdob

Salaam.

Perjalanan pendekku menaiki tangga dari tempat letak kereta ke rumah yang terletak di tingkat 3 sudah semakin meriah dengan sapaan dari budak-budak tingkat bawah.

"Assalamualaikum ustaat.."

"Hai ustaat"

"Babai ustaat"

Hoho comel sungguh budak-budak ni, ada dalam usia 7-8 tahun kali. Ada pula yang lucu kerana sering beristighfar bila terserempak, "Astahgfirullahaladzhim! Ustaz!" Hmm.. hairan..

Kadang-kadang rasa jengkel juga dipanggil begitu bila balik-balik sudah ditegur jangan panggil aku ustaz. Aku ni sudah nampak tua kali, budak-budak di sekolah pun ramai yang kata umurku sudah 30 tahun T.T Tapi yang penting kita nampak sesuatu lah dari sini, bahawa di kepala budak-budak atau masyarakat kita dah tertanam pendirian bahawa orang yang selalu pergi ke masjid tu cuma golongan ustaz saja, betul ke?

Di sekolah juga sudah mula dilantik dengan tugas macam-macam, tapi yang kurang seronok ialah dilantik menjadi guru disiplin. Aku dah tak mau marah-marah lagi, tak seronok lah. Dulu masa TP aku dah ada marah beberapa kali, dan beberapa kali itu jugalah yang menjadi ingatan padahal aku ada pengalaman yang baik-baik di sana bersama pelajar. Tu lah, kalau ada pengalaman buruk pun kerana aku marah. Jadi di sekolah baru ni kalau boleh aku dah tak mau marah lagi, kalau marah pun bila benar-benar perlu.

Boleh ke jadi guru disiplin yang tak marah? InsyaAllah boleh, jadi jangan marah =)

F for FATE

Salaam

Alhamdulillah, this is my fourth week teaching as a relief teacher here at KB. Kinda far though but this is waaaay better than doing nothing at all. Plus its fun here, sporting boss and colleagues, light working environment and well-mannered kids. Alhamdulillah, learnt a lot here.

Went to dinner will real close brothers last night and suddenly a topic struck our conversations, about our responsibilities to our family and beloved individuals, that is to correct whats been wrong all the way.

"Its hard to imagine to see our beloved family being burnt in an oven," said someone.

"I might be the one you're referring to," I said.

I think I finally can accept the fate of those who left. It still hurts though.. That's why I cant give up on the living.

Back to life at school, there is a little child that caught my attention. She was almost crying when she told me that she can't join the other kids during my class because she have a 'punctured' heart (is it even the correct word? xP).

My child, there are many things I've been wanting to tell you, that you're a one blessed kid, gifted with something that made you different. Everyone will die someday, young or old, healthy or sick. But you are given the chance to live like you're dying. You will love deeper, talk sweeter, you will act kinder, give forgiveness that others will deny. If you're a Muslim =)

Why do tears fall?

Why do tears fall?

Best answer:
"Tears fall due to gravity. Gravity is an attraction towards the centre of the earth (all large masses have their own gravitation pull). Therefore, once the tear has left a person's eye, it is naturally pulled to the ground under it's own mass and the acceleration due to gravity."

Huh?!

 Have you ever watched people on their death bed, breathing their last?

If you do, then you must've realised something already..

That all of those 'leavers' tears will fall towards the end of their life.

I used to think that they must felt sad that they are going to leave their families behind real soon..

But something happened, and I realised that that fact about leaving is not the cause of their cryings.

 When the doctor was plucking my baby molar last time, it was very painful that I suddenly cant say anything, my body just lied on the chair unmoving, and tears fall even if I was unwilling. Then I thought.. 'Perhaps this is the answer..'

Plucking out teeth already causes that much pain, let alone plucking out the soul T.T

It was a good 'muhasabah' for me last time..