Success

Lets me start le post with Bismillah.

Reflecting the past, makes me smile alone as there are lots to cherish about

I used to think that success is measured externally. I’m once injected by the idea that successful people are those who success in their careers, excellent in study, accumulated wealth and has many friends and enjoying his life in fame. I feel stress out about study and academics matters and envy those who are better than me. Soon it develops into hatred and consumes me entirely. My thought starts to trick me with this sad emotional loop that seems endless.

I have lots of good friends back there. But I was silly enough to let my ridiculous worries and feeling to clog me from appreciating every moment that surely won’t happen again now. Sometimes, I regretted those wasted moments, yet I certainly believe that experience is there for a reason and I take it as a lesson. There  was a friend in similar degree as me yet slightly different, and we took rather a hard subject together. It was a compulsory for me, yet he wasn’t. I kept on telling him that he had an option to not taking this as an optional subject. He did agree that the subject is beyond doubt, proven to be annoying and complex. However, once, he told me,

“Sometimes, I think I’m not required to do this subject, which is very difficult. I’m certainly able to do other subject for my elective. But, if I don’t do this, I won’t know you. So, that’s why I never feel angry with myself as I know we won’t ever be friend not because of it”

I know that comes directly from his humble heart. It makes me realised that thing happens for a reason as well. I assumed my past kinda intends to teach me valuable lessons. 

Well, back to invisible success’s part. Admittedly, we intend to judge people from appearance without knowing the truth. Someone who seems obsessed with mediocrity may not actually a moderate geek at all. Someone who is terrible in exams may not actually the laziest person in the universe. He may have put his best foot forward, it is just different people has different capabilities and understanding. He may not be successful here, yet who knows.........he is the best in others.

Weeks ago, I crossed a story on our beloved Prophet Muhammad.

One day, a lady came before the Prophet. At that moment, the Prophet was among his close companions. She brought together few oranges, as a gift to the Prophet. They looked sweet and juicy. Everyone would want to try the beautiful oranges. The Prophet accepted them with smile hovering on his face. The Prophet ate the oranges, slice by slice.

Commonly, the Prophet would share everything he had with his companions, but this time it was on the contrary. None were given to them. The Prophet continuously ate with smile until to the last of them. Later, the lady pardon to leave, followed by thankful greet from the Prophet. The companions were suspicious and curious by the Prophet's acts.

So, they asked. With smile, the Prophet replied “Do you know, the oranges were sour since the very first time I tasted it. I was worried that some of you would scold the lady or feel irritated if I invited you all to eat together. I was worried it would hurt her. For that reason, I finished them alone”  

The story I believe really highlight one of the noble characters of our Prophet. Nevertheless, he was mortal human as us. Thus, it is possible for us to nurture that moral as well. Accordingly, success is not measure by marks, money or number of friends you have. It is rather abstract. Someone who is poor, but rich in good attitudes is successful. Someone who is bad, but embarks to change and getting better is successful. 

Someone who has power, but chooses to please the Creator is successful. Someone who silently changes and keeps on learning is also successful perhaps. Thus, lets us think a while and aim for that success that truly made who we really are: the one that satisfies Him, parallel to the Deen and makes us successful here and hereafter.

Be grateful for today and pray for better tomorrow.

Just an extra. Weeks ago, my former Physics teacher, Ms Grace Margaret transferred to another school. She was always the fierce, strict yet caring, lovable and understanding teacher. Once she woke us up for Subuh, despite she was not a muslim, and she made the class interesting and fun. What can I say, all the best for your future!

She wrote on FB,

My Dearest Malay College Boys (Jan 1996 - May 2012),

Thank you so much for the CHERISHED MOMENTS;

Sincerely SORRY for the HURTS I have caused;

Time to answer the FAQ, "Do you love us, Miss Grace";

FINALLY I admit I actually loved and will always love each one of you!

Good Bye, Big Tree;

Good Bye, Big School;

Good Bye, MCKK!

GOOD LUCK, MY DEAREST MCKK BOYS!

And one of my friends wrote,

Thank you for everything you have done for us Miss Grace Margaret... will always remember your

Dusters and marker pens that travelled at high SPEED;

Screams generated at high FRQUENCY;

Ears and hair that experienced pulling FORCES;

Canes that exerted high PRESSURE.

best of luck in your future endeavours. -- ♥ physics ♥ u teacher.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading. Jazakllah khayran.