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Daripada nak jadi guru besar, doktor, ahli arkeologi, angkasawan dah sebagainya, berubah mengikut kelulusan yang ada. Selalunya memang begitulah.
Tapi sebenarnya, gua lupakan cita-cita gua sejak masuk sekolah menengah.
Sebab gua malas belajar.
"Belajar pun liat, cemana nak jadi ahli arkeologi?" bisik fikiran gua.
Jadi gua redha dengan apa yang gua akan jadi bila gua besar.
Bila gua semakin besar, masuk universiti, dari pada malas buka buku, gua gagahkan diri jugak belajar.
Sekarang umur gua dah hampir baru 26 tahun, dan gua masih lagi belajar.
Tiba-tiba gua ada cita-cita balik.
Mak bapak.
Sebab apa?
Sebab bakti itu wajib.
Sebab bayar hutang peluh dan susu bukan percuma.
Mak bapak mana yang tak akan cakap,
"Kalau kau bahagia, ibu ayah pun sama bahagia."?
Percayalah, mak bapak itu perlu dimanja.
Sebijik waktu kau sikit masa dulu merengek mahukan mainan, macam itulah samanya.
Memang mak bapak tak pernah minta, tak pernah berkira.
Tapi takkan lah kau nak senyum saja bila mak bapak mengeluh pening lenguh,
atau kusut bila duit tak cukup.
Takkan lah.
Bagi aku, itu bukan lagi setakat tanggungjawab, itu syarat.
Syarat untuk kau bernafas.
Buat masa sekarang, mak bapak gua orang paling atas.
Walaupun gua kuat melawan, gua degil, mak bapak gua masih lagi yang terutama.
Andai kata satu hari nanti, bila keadaan dan situasi berubah,
mak bapak gua masih lagi di kedudukan teratas.
Tolong lempang gua kalau gua tak sedar diri.
Bersukarama.
Pak Long, Mak Long, Ibu and Ayah
Masjid Raya Baiturrahman, Acheh
Back in January, Mak Long asked me to bring her on a trip. I asked her where to, and she said she wanted to go to Acheh. Taking this opportunity, I asked my parents to join us. So, last month, we went to Acheh. There were seven of us, Pak Long, Mak Long, Ayah, Ibu, Lye, her husband Lie and me.
Forget about things we did and places we went, I just want to highlight what I got from this trip. I enjoyed this trip the most, because from the moment I arrived in Acheh, until few minutes before we took off from that land, there's this kind of warm feeling, which I can't explained because I don't know how to.
Even though Acheh now, years after Tsunami, is completely developed, the traces of disaster can't be seen except for the ones they keep for tourism purposes, listening to people's stories, in fact, walking on the ground that was once destroyed was really, really, really something.
Fortunately, the place we were staying in is near Masjid Raya Baiturrahman, one of the mosques which claimed to be 'untouched' when the extreme flood swept away almost everything on the ground. So we just walked to the mosque for Subuh prayer, and the moment I stepped inside the mosque, I cried. I felt so small. It is actually similar to other mosques, like the ones in Malaysia, but I myself don't know why I cried so much the moment I performed my sujud.
It was really heartwarming.
Overall, Acheh is one of the perfect places to go if you want to find your heart. Really. And spending times together with people you love, it left you with precious memories you'll treasure in your life.
Guruku, idolaku.
Hello, assalamualaikum.
I think I should change my own purpose of having a blog. I used to write for people, and now I want to write for myself. I should write things I want to remember, things I treat as lessons I should learn. I think that's the best so when I read my posts later when I'm old, I'll remember the person I used to be, I'll remember things I based my philosophy and thoughts on.
Yes. Okay, first.
I went to a motivation camp for elementary students in Mersing, Johor organized by my mom. As a helper, I've got to spent my time with those lovely but a same time troubled students. They're super naughty, it was really hard controlling them.
It is sad to see 12 years old kids got involved with so many problems. Some of them steal, they hit their friends, they call their friends with names, they don't listen to their teachers, they skip school. They don't want to learn as some of them don't even know how to spell. It may looks simple for us adults, but i ask myself, what will they become in the future if they have that attitude as early as age?
But what makes me feel really sad is that some of their teachers know that this is a real problem, but seems like they think they should put their hands on it. Not all teachers are like this, but some of them perhaps think that teaching equals to paycheck. Nothing more than that.
On the second day, during their sleeping hours, particularly at 2 freaking am, some of them started to play. They threw rubber slippers to their friends who are sleeping and ended up hurting one of them. The boy's ribs area started to swell he cant even move. So as two of their teachers bring that boy to the nearest hospital, we called up the rest of the boys to line up outside, in the middle of the field, to find out who did it. One male teacher came and started to shout, curse them, called them as a bunch of monkeys and stuff, in front of our eyes. Mom stopped him but he kept on saying stuff.
The thing is, I still cant believe how could a teacher, to his students, said such things. They are not animals. They don't even deserve to be called that names no matter how low they are.
Why?
I am not a teacher, I don't know anything about teaching, or handling kids, but as far as i know, teaching is one of the holiest professions in life. And kids learn from their teacher. But these teachers, of course not all teachers, but numbers of them, they mark the troubled kids. They make them feel distant, they keep scolding them they even cuss them.
They don't care what are these kids' problem. They don't know that these kids are having difficulties at their home, they don't even know some of these kids are fatherless.
So, who should take responsibilities to guide them?
Things like this should change. I remember when I was in my schooling days, I went to many schools, from Melaka to Kedah to Johor, I've transferred to both Grade A and Grade C schools. And it was hideous. The environment was different, the way teachers taught and treated me was also different. I was confused then, but seeing this happened in front of my eyes, while I'm old enough to judge, it frustrates me a lot.
If I ever end up as a teacher one day, I really hope I don't forget to treat my students as my own children, as my amanah. InsyaAllah.
Happy Belated Teacher's Day anyway.
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