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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

(in the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

Today post is a bit personal. 

I realized that my time here, is no longer than a month, a week to be preside. With the gift given by Him, few days left, lots of unfinished things, I couldn't really focus on myself. Instead, I'm focusing on others stuffs and people around me; family. 

Yes, people might say, it is just fr few months only but hey, do we know when will we die? Yeap, no one can actually answer that. So, part is a BIG deal to me. even I have done it more than hundreds times still, it is a SERIOUS case for me. 

At the same time, glad to meet them; friends. I know, irony eh.

So, this post is like taking out those noises in my head out. Not interested? Sorry...

A person told me before, okay not just a person... there were few;

Meeting and Parting lillahitaala (for Allah).

I admit it is. T_T

the truth is, saying and reading are different from applying. Bitter truth. So, I'll just have to do it.

Next is about this little red creature inside my body which people call, heart. Eh, nope..! specifically, soul. This is hard okay. It is also difficult for me to spit it out. This tangled threads in my soul really making me sick. I mean, the soul. Hundreds of questions came up and none have the answers. True, the answer will come sooner or later, still, when it started to questions about the meaning of life (which included me in it), it is a big deal. Sometimes I just wish I didn't even know more about it. Okay.. okay.. I'm not saying that I'm not being grateful of the knowledge, it just that... *sigh*

okay.. writing here, not gonna help me at all.

Assalamualaikum to all 

*SmilingPanda*

Teaching Practical (part D)

Continued from Part C

Minimum 8 period per week but of course, they got 12 (max) period per week. As an TESL students, both took two English classes and a Physical Exercise class. With the helped from mentor, both could easily got the chance to know more about the students. Well, for some cases, they did not have to wait for the mentor to tell them.

"Which classes will you teach?"

"I got 4 Teknikal and 4 Sastera 1"

"Me, 4 Teknik 1 and 4 Teknik 3"

"Ha... for 4 Sastera 1, becareful with a student, Amir"

"Yes, you should, I've been in the class, he's a troublemaker"

"I teach them Bahasa, it is ahrd to control him"

For Shu, she really excited to know how was that student with such a fame. Almost every teacher knows him. Alia, she has her own things to worry.

For PE class, both taught form 3 classes, Shu got a class, Alia got a class. It was hard to tackle them for both were filled with low proficiency students. Shouting was what both have done to grab the students' attention (almost ever class!!!).

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Now, I have to stop tellin' about Alia's part for she has her own stories to tell from her own opinions which I thing it will be better for me to keep it close to her, unless she wants to tell it to others.

I'll start story to you what happened from those three classes that I've taught before. Of course in the next post. Sorry.

See you soon..!

p/s: #prayforGaza #prayforImantoo 

Teaching Practical (Part C)

(Continue from Part B)

"Now we have the house"

"Yes, now it is time to focus on the next paper"

"and say hello to Home...!"

After the examination, they have their semester break for a five week. 

"Hello Shu, when will you go to Kulai?"

"Let's go together, I'll stay at your house"

So Alia and Shu decided to go to Kulai, a week earlier so that they will have time to arrange and get use to the neighbourhood there. A week before, they went to visit the school. Before that, they made a call, just to confirm that the school has been informed about this. 

The following week, was the ROS week.Yes, two weeks only. 

"Where should we started?"

"main office. hahaa"

"because it is main? haha"

During the ROS, collecting information about the school (curricular, academic, management, teacher, staff, facilities and etc.) was crucial. Taking pictures of every corner of the school was also one of list. Making friend with the teachers is the most significant thing to do or they wouldn't be recognize by the teachers.

"Assalamualaikum.... sorry to bother you."

"We just want to introduce ourselves, I'm Alia and this is Shuhada"

"We are from UTM for practicum"

For all teachers, the introducing themselves went well. Since they were not officially being introduced on stage, so they took their own initiative to be known by all. It was tiring but the result was great because both of them managed to be friend with all.

On the second week of ROS, they got the chance to be in class, interacting with the students and of course, play games. 

The ROS was only two weeks and then they started with a real teaching experienced. With teaching timetable on hands, books to check, lesson to plan, they stepped into the class with a new name: Teacher.

"I can't believe this.."

"Is this for real?"

to be continued....(go to Part D)

Cooking For Real

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

(In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

First of all, sorry if you mistakenly thought this post is about Sunny Anderson, Cooking For real, AFC channel. 

This post is about a person, someone, somebody who really and truly understand the importance of cooking. A person that I really know about. From the first time she opened her eyes till now. She has a perfect and wonderful mother, who is good in cooking. Everyday is like everyday in heaven. Her mom's cooks were always delicious even a simple dish - fried fish. Everyone who knows her mother would fall in love with the cooks. 

She was so lucky and grateful to have a mother like her. 

As she become a teen, people around her started to say that she would be a good cooker just like her mother. She determined that she will be a good cooker!

Learned to fry a fish at 9 years old, cook rice at 10, peeled onion and scalp at 6, making tempoyak at 12, and countless more to mention. She tried. 

Once she went to boarding school, away from home, no more cooking for her. Focusing on her study and other stuff. Came home, helping her mother as usual but a little less than before. Usually her mother would like to cook for her because she did not taste her mother cooks for a long time. After form 5, stayed at home meant everything to her. She made a to-do-list included cooking yet that was the least thing that she could do. 

Next she went to college, again, away from kitchen. Then, entered university, no cooking activities were allowed. She began to realize that her cooking skill has faded. 

Back at home, as usual, she really want to cook yet the opportunity was little. Helping her mother in the kitchen was a daily basis but she wants to cook for real. Yes, she did get the chance to cook when:

her mother is not at home. 

and of course the chances are too dim for her to really practice her cooking skill. She enjoyed every food that her mother cook for her but she worried that she does not have the capability to cook. Her mother always tell her that

A lady should know how to cook

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From her story, I believe that the only way for her to develop herself in cooking skill is by doing it herself, alone. 

She needs to have the freedom to cook whatever she wants. She must experiences the cooking by herself to be able to master the skill. Just like talking, eating, writing, walking, all we have to do by ourselves. Not just by reading it only. Plus, practices make perfect. At home, she could not do it for her mother will happily help her and cook for the family. So she needs to get out from the house, I mean, find a place to live on her own, independently. Plus, this is how she learned to develop herself, away from home. She still need her mother to guide, maybe she can call her mother to ask about this and that and do the cooking all by herself. Then, she might be able to expand and stretch her arms to cook without hesitate. 

And her dream to be just like her mother would be achieved. 

All the best to you, my closest friend. May He guides you n every single path that you take. May Allah bless.. 

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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

(In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most merciful)

I have stopped writing because I was in a complete lost in the ocean of ideas. No doubt, once I started writing, He inspired me with one thousand and one ideas, non-stop. Almost every single thing that happened, I managed to relate them with Him and lines to write. Until I stopped.

A virus attacked; not to post any of the post that I wrote. I did write but did not post. Why? Because the unfinished and unsatisfied feeling inside. Instead of clicking ‘Post’, I clicked ‘Save’ and said to myself, I will post this later. At the end, left them there in the draft.

I believe there are reasons for this to happen. So, in the God’s will, I will continue writing soon.