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Pre school teacher. My pride.


Something that Ive been doing and Im loving it. Back in secondary school, I revise my work by teaching those friends who are weaker than me. By doing that, I know everything that I know and everything that I do not know – yet.

Now that Im teaching, its a whole different story. Now, teaching requires lots of dedication, commitment and passion and not forgetting skills and knowledge.

I can’t simply let go off my responsibilties as an educator. I can’t simply feel lazy to teach a particular boy who is damn slow. I can’t simply assume that the children understand what Ive taught them. I can’t afford to do that.

For your info, Im teaching the pre-schoolers. And I tell you teaching the pre-schoolers requires you more than just being a teacher. You have to be everything to be a pre-school teachers. You have to be their mother when they need you. You have to be a nurse when they need you. You have to be a friend when they need you. You have to be a clown when they need you. Simply, they need you to be what they need.

You have to love them like how their mother treat and love them. They love if we hug and kiss them. They love our touch. Not the abusive touch but the loving and caring touch. They love when you call their names with love. They also need your scoldings when they think they deserve and after that, things are just gonna be fine. You have to explain what’s the reason behind those scoldings, they will understand and believe me, they will love you more.

You have to care for them when they are sick. Apply some oitment when they come to you crying,”Teacher, I have stomachache.” You have to apply bandage when they fall down and wound themselves. You have to be gentle to them.

You have to be their friends who play with them. You have to act like a child and make silly face to them. They, definitely, are going to enjoy your company. My children sometimes climb on my back and I’d carry them around. I love this as this reminds me of our beloved Rasulullah who is very loving to children.

I love my job, Alhamdulillah. I love what I feel when I go to work. But this doesn’t mean I don’t face bad days as a teacher. I do. But the challenge is to remind myself why am I here as their teacher. Why am I chosen by Allah to be an educator. I come here to learn and teach. To remember and be grateful. To love and be loved. To understand and be understood.

I hope my children will grow up healthily, be blessed in their life, be guided and hopefully, I pray they will become someone useful to our community 🙂

Children, teacher loves u very much.
As I am writing this, My heart is flooded with tears coz my profession is not just my job but it is my life indeed.


What I need

Buying Ipad is my want. Saving that money for haj is what I need.

Buying new dresses is my want. Buying quality food for Mama and Abah is what I need.

Taking cab to work is my want. Saving that money for my Mama’s and Abah’s medication is what I need.

Listening to songs all the time is my want. Reading qur’an and selawat is what I need.

Eating out with friends always is my want. Spending time with Mama and Abah is what I need.

Spending time on iphone is my want. Helping with house chores is what I need.

Lazing around in house is my want. Cleaning the house and washing the dishes is what I need.

Going out for window shopping is my want. Buying mama and abah new clothes is what I need.

May Allah make me the last person to be with Mama and Abah til their last breath.

Want a happy life?

How to achieve a happy life:

1. Do a work that you love. If you cannot do that, then find a hobby that you love and do it in your spare time and reinforce it.

2. Take care of your health for it is the spirit of happiness. This means being moderate in eating and drinking, exercising regularly and avoiding bad habits.

3. Have a goal in life, for this will give you motivation and energy.

4. Take life as it comes, and accept the bitter and the sweet.

5. Live the present, with no regret for the past and no anxiety about tomorrow that has not come yet.

6. Think hard about any action or decision, and do not blame anyone else for your decision or its consequences.

7. Lool at those who are worse off than you.

8. Have the habit of smiling and being cheerful, and keep company with optimistic people.

9. Strive to make others happy so that you may benefit from the atmosphere of happiness.

10. Make the most of occasions of happiness and joy, and regard them as necessary to renew your own happiness.

Taken from the book: You can be the happiest woman in the world 🙂


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The chosen one

In  time of darkness and greed
It is your light that we need
You came to teach us how to live
Muhammad Ya Rasool Allah

You were so caring and kind
Your soul was full of light
You are the best of mankind
Muhammad Khaira Khalqillah
Sallu ‘ala Rasulillah, Habib Al Mustafa
Peace be upon The Messenger
The Chosen One

From luxury you turned away
And all night you would pray
Truthful in every word you say
Muhammad Ya Rasul Allah

Your face was brighter than the sun
Your beauty equaled by none
You are Allah’s Chosen One
Muhammad Khaira Khalqillah
Sallu ‘ala Rasulillah, Habib Al Mustafa
Peace be upon The Messenger
The Chosen One

I will try to follow your way
And do my best to live my life
As you taught me
I pray to be close to you
On that day and see you smile
When you see me
Sallu ‘ala Rasulillah, Habibil Mustafa
Peace be upon The Messenger
The Chosen One

Sallu ‘ala Rasulillah, Habibi Mustafa
Peace be upon The Messenger
The Chosen One

I am full of emotions when I listen to this song ‘The Chosen One’ by Maher Zain. My tears flow without I realizing it. Part of me feel longing to meet this guy mentioned in the song, and at the same time, I am thinking and trying to visual how was he like. His characters were outsanding. He was caring and loving despite being hated by others. He had Allah in him. He was beautiful.

I do feel angry when nasty comments were made againts him but what can I do? Counter those people with comments full of rage and anger? I don’t think that’s appropriate. I feel sad but at the same time, I pray that Allah will give them hidayah as to what they have been thinking about our Dear Rasul are not true. Muhammad is so beautiful and its hard not to fall in love with him…

May I meet him one day…