Crossing a path full of thorns, empty-handed.

25th August 2017
The second last Friday as a teacher. I felt a little spark of joy inside me realising the fact that the job is going to an end. yeeehee!
Despite that, some part of me feels like I haven't give the best yet. I want to see the change, in manners and attitude. I should be the change. (But all I do is changing my mode thru the lessons every day)

I posted on Facebook about the nature of children that kids will always be kid. Though the life is dark, the past is darker and the surrounding people are influencing the badness, they are still innocent yet ignorant.
They don't know things. The adult does.
The horrendous stories I heard from the teachers made me more than grateful for growing up like none of them. I have parents to take care of me, I have a family that prioritizes education and love - a real family love. However, the children are growing up in a gloomy environment. Separating mom and dad, sexual harassments by their own blood-related relatives as early as 8 years old (and still going on), illiterate, or having a parent who is an inmate.
I would be killing myself.
Seeing the children whose history is in my mind, I promise myself not to hate. They did not choose that path, it is the path that they need to go through and it's up to them whether to change or to follow the hurdles. And in the world of thorns, there you are for them. Allah puts you in their zone, crossing their path for some period of time to make you learn, kan Cikgu AA?
You are in their path as a passenger who sees things. Make them know that the future is brighter than a new light bulb if they know what they need to do - to GET OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE.
Enlighten them with kindness. Never show them hatred though they try you thousands of time.
Leave the rest of the judgment to Allah. He is the most suitable to make the job, not you.

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