JUST ANOTHER STORY: January 2012

Thursday, January 26

Untold story part 1

A story is a beginning of new chapters in life

I really enjoy the rain, it sprouts calmness cold and comforting

I lived in a small remote town situated far to the north of Selangor, even most people never heard of it. I had been spending 19 years growing and embracing life there, in a small wooden house. Yet, I never complained. It was that moment that changed and brought hope to my family. An offer letter was sent to my primary school and later was passed to me by my teacher, a smile hovering on his face. It was an offer to study in MCKK, Perak, "very far indeed" my mum said.

I was just 12 and hardly made my own decision or argued with elders. "We rejected it" my mum spoke on my behalf when the news spreaded among the teachers. I just hid behind my mum's shadow when the teachers came, compelling my mom to reconsider. I remembered, a man said, "Rejected? what a waste." when my father took me to a small high school in Sabak Bernam to register as a student.

Later that evening, an elderly man together with my BM teacher came to my house. I was still a dumb to understand their conversation, yet I knew that elderly man ended up to be my foster father. " Hafizul, you will study in Kuala Kangsar and I'll send you there, don't worry"

On 5th of Jan 2005, he came with a Perdana and helped me to load my stuffs. My father sat on the front, however my mother didn't follow. Deeply, I knew she was really sad to leave me. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a cuddle. I didn't know whether I felt smug or happy, yet I enjoyed the journey as I never travel very far before.

I was grateful to be under the "Project Khas" allowing me to not-paying the fee, except the for the PIBG. Swiftly, I completed the registration and was sent to the sole hostel in the administration side, specifically for the new boys.E42 was my dobby number-it will be coming handy later I guess. As my father faded away with the car, tears rolled on my cheek, the heart felt so empty. stranded in a world filled with strangers.

End of part 1

Fiat Sapientia Virtus-let manliness comes through wisdom

Something unexpected can be our identity

Everyone has challenges and problems in life

It is the matter of how we look at it

It is not the solution that grown us

But the process

Rely on Him-Inshallah everything will be fine

Tuesday, January 24

Friendship

Just another story to share...

Rain is a blessing, for those who knows to appreciate

This story is dedicated to all those who believe in friendship.

Once upon a time there lived two great friends in a a small remote town. Jay and Max had been friends since their childhood. Now they were studying in a college, which was at far distance from their place. In the way they had to cross a river, pass hills and sandy area too. They used to go to college together. Their friendship was famous in college.

One rainy day the two friends set out for college as usual. They were chatting while walking. Perhaps they were discussing some point of atomic theory which was taught on previous day. The two had different opinions. There began heated arguments. This was followed by abusive language by both sides. Things got so bad that in a fit of anger Jay slapped Max. Shocked, Max stared at his friend and wrote on sand that “today my best friend slapped me.”

Yet, both resumed their walk but now they were silent. Meanwhile they reached the river which was overflowing today. Max was not a good swimmer. He stepped into the river but … began to drown and flow with force of water in the direction of the flood. Jay saw this and without thinking for a second jumped into the river. With difficulty he could drag Max out of the river. He helped him restored his normal breath. When he became normal, he wrote on a hill that “today my best friend saved my life.”

Jay who was observing all this could not help asking “why did you write it on sand when I slapped you and why are you writing on the hill when I've saved your life?” Max replied that “we should soon forget wrong done by our friends and dear ones as writing on sand gets erased in no time, but if they do something good for us we should always remember their kindness just as writing on stones is for ever.” Saying this Max hugged his friends and two wend to college as if nothing had happened.

That's for now..

A friendship is like a winding road,

You never know where it is going to go.

But there is something that I do know,

Which is that our friendship will continue to grow.

Sunday, January 22

This few days...

Everything may not seem as simple as it appears...

A gloomy day today, indeed...

It is a fine Sunday morning. Indeed it is very quiet until I can hear the sound of the fan spinning. Only two of us in the house, gladly there is internet-at least the is something to entertain us. The A Level result is coming out this Monday-tomorrow to be exact. It may sound simple, yet it means everything to me, whether I can kick up this new year with something to cherish or otherwise.

Lately, I’ve been asking myself...

Some of my thoughts...

Am I really ready to fly... or it is similar if I continue studying in Malaysia itself. Undeniable that initially I was really enthusiastic and hoping to study abroad, yet, now I’m facing a lot of troubles and problem...my braces?- I can’t continue using it in aussie. If I study locally, the problem can be settled plus I can take my driving licence here....it is just I’ll feel disappointed and shy, coz everyone knew that I’ll be flying and they must be expecting that I am.

Sooo... to make it simple, I just pray to Allah... I prayed that I hope to be given a chance to go oversea and a good result, coz I believe He knows better where I belong to. If He gives me a chance, means He will also shows me the way out...InshaAllah...Amin~

Last picture together...

Few days ago, I went for BTN-Biro Tata Negara camp at Meru, Klang... I was grouped together with Stephen in group 10. There was one guy in my group that amazed me.... What was so special about him was, he was an orphanage...his parents died (I couldn’t remember when) but both of them passed away in within two months. Her mother succumbed to cancer and his father died due to heart attack.

Currently, he was staying with his younger brother and together they run the poultry business that his father left. He was a brave and inspiring young entrepreneur. He bred and supplied chickens throughout the country. He told us his boon could reach up to RM40000 per month and currently he was breeding up to 100000 chickens occupying the 4 barns he had.

But, what I’m trying to say here is, he is a very strong and dedicated guys inside. Despite, he is still very young at the age of 19... Living without parents is not easy indeed. Imagine you have to manage yourself and stand on your feet...doing everything that only elders will usually do. He is such an inspiring human being. Handling a successful business is another great challenge. Yet, he conquered it very well! Plus, he is also academically good. He will be flying to aussie soon... J Hopefully, you sprout great success in the future...