23.1.10

hajar stories *updated*

its been so long sice i added stroies bout hajar..ok, actually hajar is me and i am hajar..its my ustazah's nickname for me..she said that farah doesnt suit me..farah means kegirangan(happy), well phsically i looked happy..well, for those who knows me, u'll understand right? but she said, inside..a total havoc..she was hoping dat i would be as strong as siti hajar when she was left alone with his son prophet Ismail a.s by her very own husband..well i guess most of the muslims are familiar with this story..guess theres no need to explain more..basically she (ustzh fatimah) wanted me to be strong cz honestly my earlier days in derga, i am a mess..a total mess..making jokes, attempt of laughter and smiles yet silently crying..seriusly dat was my dark ages...hope it'll pass soon..no need to revisit it...dats when lyfe taught me the first lesson...why is it in heaven, there are no bad feelings such as envy and stuff eventough we might see some other people get higher level heaven than us..the only not-really-that-bad feeling in heaven was regret..i must tell you..the feeling of regret was the worst...invisible knife which ept on slicing your heart ecspecially when its your own fault..eventough you still try to find others to blame..deep in ur heart u noe..u're the one..the only one that should be blamed..no one else..dats what i feel..and was hoping in the future i'll not be doing another mistakes which would make me regret ever so deeply..escpcially, i dont want to regret it when i was brought upon ALLAH for judgement..so i have to realize and keep thinking with my brain akal and not lust nafsu...ok..too many info..now lets start with the stories

the first week of january, i'm getting a bit tired whats with so many new student registered in MTQD..well, i'm not ustazah but i'm quite busy since ustazah rely on me a lot..well among all of her student i'm the most talkative..so talking to parents, ensuring the new students could blend in and adhust theirselves to new surrounding..bla..bla..bla..yeah, i noe, my job was boring...but dats fine...well, what can i say from my observation of this new kids, nowadays kids were spoilt..totally spoilt brat..hmmmm...and nowadys parents really soft..what their parents want, they gve even ridicolous request...whatever..anyway they were exciting group of people..most interesting was 2 siblings from indonesia..its hilarious..and i'm totally embarassed..really i do..why? well.. actually those 2 girls came with two women..and i asked are both of them siblings..and one of the women says "yes, they were siblings", so i ask one of them..(i picked the thin one as she knows more bout the girls than the plump one).."so, u r the mother?" she nodded, "yes" and my stupid mouth couldnt stop at that and asked the plump one "and..u are..?"
she laughed, and says "mamanye jgak, saya mama no 4 yang itu mama no 2" (i used the exact word and not translating it to preserve the dramatic effect) and, i was lyked totally embarassed..who would have guess they were madu..they get along just fine..and one of the girl who will be studying in derga is the daughter of mama no 3..OMG..i noe...shocking right..all mama no 1, no 2 and no 3 are currently living in Indonesia cz their father has a tahfiz school there..and mama no 4, who happens to not have any child is living in Malaysia..she took cares of every son and daughters of his husband who were futhering their study here in Malaysia and another trivia..all mama 1, 2 and 3 lives in the same house..wow..this shows that polygamy couldnt be that bad..maybe it wasnt that bad..if u're the first one..i wonder if i would handle my husband married another woman with so much patient..i know, my mom wouldnt even tolerate but ustazah saiid she doesnt mind..experiencing and knowing thoughts of different women make me think, who would i be lyke..right now, i may say lyke i..maybe, just maybe..be lyke ustzh..but i'm not really in dat situaion..i'm not married, so i dont know..well, i'll save the answer till later..after i get married, i'll tell whether i'm willing to share my hubby or not...yeah..later...
back to the girls, when i asked them, how many siblings do they have..they took about 60 seconds thinking with counting gesture using their fingers and finally said, about 22....OMG..i was shocked!..hahaha..

next, owh..about election..well basically with new students, we are now 16 people in the house not including 2 ustazah...well another one, ustzh salwa is not teaching..she is a teacher in local primary school..a friend of the principal's wife...she was lyke warden i must say...anyway with so many people the disicpline..urgh..bad..really bad..so many problems and fights among them..escpeial the 15-years-0ld-girls...there were 7 of them and yet friends problem still arise..when A close with B, C jealous and so on..urgh...and when they have problem lyke dat..they refuses to eat..majokla kononnye..i told u so..spoilt brat..silly teenage problem..as silly as it may seem, ustazah and i have a really hard tyme trying to solve it...*sigh*..to lessen the discipline problem (being late for class, late for solat, late for showers, forgot to do the dishes or cooked rice etc..well thats our kind of discipline problem) ustazah decide to set up a student council sort of lyke LDPs from our MRSM era..and the election was mengejut (i dnt have matching vocab, its better then if i used shocking or spot as in spot-election) even i didnt know..and the form, it was handwritten by ustazah..yeah, old school..we dont use cmputer or printer or photostat machine here...hehe..anyway the reasult, i won as head girl with 15 vote (come on, the other missing 1 vote was my vote..du'uh..i cant vote for myself...haha..even if i intended to do at first) and now i became head girl..hahaha..well i'm not the eldest but maybe i'm the mouth piece..every little thing with ustz or any male was handled by me..others was too shy..hahamaybe its the fact dat i have car..its not my car, its mama's..i was borrowing it..hehe..talking bout car..my driving skills completely bad..i'll tell about it in other post..

dats it..it brings us to the most recent week..ustzh and kak wan have red eyes problem..so, i'm the nurse..acting strong lyke i wouldnt get the same sickness..then, my tok wan is dead..and now i'm at home holidaying..dats it..end of story..

before i stop, i would really love to share a quote from one ustaz. he was giving lecture in menara zakat and i found this quote really interesting..think about it...

"dunia bagai penjara buat orang mukmin, syurga buat orang kafir"

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