Al-Fatihah to my late ex-ustazah when I was in Form 2.
Puan Wan Akmal, my lovely teacher..
I was shocked when I get to know about her passing from my youngest sister. I can't even believe it myself. But then I got online and my ex-classmate back in MGS broke the news. I practically teared up. I never knew how one teacher can really effect me that much. But then I remembered, she wasn't any teacher. She was one of the best.
Wanna know why?
Back when I was in Form 1, I hated agama. Hate to point fingers or anything, but there's a reason for that. But when I moved to Kuantan and got her as my ustazah, she totally changed me. She made me love going for agama class. She never gave up her hope on me, knowing that I was pretty slow when it comes to reading arabic letters and she never gave up on me, knowing that I actually failed agama when I was in Form 1. It was because of her, I had interest on learning agama till today. Imagine how hard it is for her family to accept this.
All I know, she was a great teacher, a great mother and a great friend.
Ustazah, may you rest in peace. And thank you for all the things you did for us, your students. You may not remember each and every one of us, but we will definitely remember you.
I'm not going to post anything about my birthday. All I got to say is that I'm thankful that I'm still here breathing and enjoying my time on earth. To me, my birthday is not only on the 4th August, it's everyday of my life. Cause everyday I'm thanking Allah for giving me another day to live. So yea, nothing to brag about when it comes to birthdays. That's what I was taught by my parents.
Till then.
