Write your essay ending with.....''i raise my hands to the sky and thank God

Life is full of surprises.  This is what I think about my life.  Who will ever guess, because of an incident, my biggest enemy  become my bestfriend now.  The incident happened sometime in January last year and I will never forger the day forever.

            It was raining in the evening.  I had finished my homework and I was bored to death.  So, I phoned my friends, Aziz and Ali.  They had been foolish enough that they said that they were going to fish at a river nearby our neighbourhood.  They thought that fishing in a rainy day was exciting.  For the first time, I thought the idea was ridiculous but because I didn’t have anything to do, I asked them if I could come along and they said yes.

            It was drizzling when we arrived.  I thought that it would be just three of us but Aziz told me a friend of him wanted to join us.  Guess what, the person was Fikri, my ultimate enemy for entire life.  We had been fighting for a long time because of some stupid reasons but the truth was, who could stand his la-di-da behaviour? At that time, wreaking havoc was not in our plan so we started to search for suitable spots for fishing.

            We fished at different places but my spot and Fikri’s spot were not far from each other and I could see him clearly.  I was determined to get a big fish so I could show off in front of him and let him know the true champion.  Unfortunately, he seemed like he had caught a fish.  Suddenly, he slipped and fell into the river.  Quickly, I called my best friend and we rushed towards him.  At the river bank, we could see Fikri was struggling, raising his hands to the sky craving for help.  Aziz and Ali bolted to the phonebooth at the roadside to call fire brigade.  Actually, Iwas  a great swimmer but in that condition, I din’t think I could do it.  Moreover, Fikri was my enemy and saving him was a weird thing to do.

            Suddenly, I heard Fikri shouted my name, calling for help and I felt like someone had slapped me.  What was I thinking? Fikri’s life was in danger and it was my duty to save him.  Without wasting anytime, I jumped into the water and brawl to reach him.  Finally, I grabbed him into my arm and dragged him ashore.   Luckily, the firemen came at the right  time and they sent Fikri to  hospital.  Fikri’s parent came to the scene and thanked me for my brave action.  I felt a little bit of confused but surely, I was proud of myself because on that day, I had saved a life.

            After a few days, I went to visit Fikri with my friends.  I had expected Fikri to treat me like a stranger and I would go home early and we would start fishing back after that.  But unexpectedly, when Fikri saw me, he hugged me and thanked me for saving his life.  He also said sorry and told me that he wanted to be my friend.  The  time had came for us to stop the useless skirmish.  On that day, we both promised   to get along with each other  and   opened a new chapter in our relationship and tried to know each other in a new perspective.   As i was walking home,  i had no doubt to  raise my hands to the sky  and  thank God.

            PREPARED By : NURUL DIYANA  BT MOHD ZULKIFLI, 5ST1 2010 SMK TUMPAT.

            EDITED BY :  AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB, SMK TUMPAT.

Write your essay beginning with ''As i was walking back from tuition i saw a pathetic sight.....''

As i was walking back from tuition,I saw a pathetic sight of my best friends, Aziz and Ali whom were absent from the tuition for the thousandth times, at the bank of a swamp nearby my house. They were covered with mud and looked like they had just escaped from a big inundation. Seeing their condition, I was curious to know what had happened and what they were doing at that dangerous place in a rainy day. So, I called them and asked what they were doing. They said they were searching for worms to use as baits because they wanted to go fishing at a river nearby our neighbourhood. For the first time, I thought the idea was ridiculous but I had been studying all day and I really needed something fun to clear my mind. So, I asked them if I could come along and they said yes.
After that, I went home to change my clothes and got ready to go fishing. I felt some kind of uneasy feeling when I stepped out of my house like something bad would happen and I should not go to the river. But, ignoring all those feelings, I started my motorcycle and went to Aziz’s house as we had agreed to met there. Before we went to the river, we headed for Ashraf’s house and asked him if he wanted to join us. Ashraf was my bestfriend and of course I didn’t want him to miss all the excitement. Besides, Ashraf was good at fishing and he never went home with empty hands. Ashraf thought that fishing at the time was dangerous and we should not take any risk. But I kept telling him that it was safe and he shouldn’t have an iota of worry.
Reluctantly, Ashraf followed us to the river. It was drizzling when we arrived. We searched for suitable spots for fishing. We fished at different places. My spot and Ashraf’s spot were not far from each other and I could see him clearly. At first, he seemed like he had caught a fish. Suddenly, he slipped and fell into the river. I was so shocked and quickly I threw my precious fishing rod and ran towards him. When I reached his spot, Ashraf was drawning. Since he was a little boy, he never knew how to swim and with the water flew very fast, all he could do was shouting for help.
In the situation, I took off my shoes and ready to jump, saved him and be the hero of the day. But suddenly, my legs were so stiff and I thought what would happen if I drawned too. I didn’t want to die. I heard Ashraf’s voice shouted for my name and at that time, I really wanted to save him, but the voice inside my head said no, no, no. My brain went blank and I screamed for help like a crazy person. Ali and Aziz heard my voice and rushed toward me. I didn’t know what i was saying at that time but i was sure they noted the fact, the fact that Ashraf was gasping for oxygen. Then, Ali took out his cellphone and called the fire department. After waiting for ten minutes, the firemen came to the rescue and started their search.
After that, Ashraf’s parents came to the scene. Aziz told them everything. Ashraf’s mother asked me why i didn’t save Ashraf as she knew I was a great swimmer and when I said that I was scared, her face changed and she started smacking and punching me. I didn’t feel any pain and I didn’t fight back but I just stood there like a statue. I wanted to say sorry but nothing came out from my mouth. Ashraf’s father stopped her action and advised her to calm down. Unable to understand myself, I collapsed to the ground. Tears running down my cheek and I started to scream. I didn’t care if everyone looked at me and I didn’t know what else to do. Why was I so coward to save him? Why didn’t I jump into the river and save him? Ashraf was my bestfriend and I had lost him.
After years passed, I still regret with my action and if I could go back to the past, I would definitely save him.


PREPARED BY : NURUL DIYANA BT MOHD ZULKIFLI, 5ST1 2010 SMK TUMPAT.
EDITED BY : AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB SMK TUMPAT

Write a story ending with... '' it was the happiest moment in my life''.

My mom had only one-functioning eye.  I hated her, deep in my heart’s core.  For me, she was such an embarassment.  My mom ran a small bussiness  at a flea market.  She collected weeds and such, and everything she did was for the money that we needed for the sake of continunity of our lives.  There was one day during elementary school.  I remember that it was the field day.  Unfortunately, my mom came.

            Oh no! I was really ashamed! How could she do this to me?!  I then in a blink of eye threw such a look full of hateness to her.  The next day, like what I had expected before....

            “Your mom has only one eye? Is she an alien? Hahaha!!!” they taunted me.

            There was also Sharmila, my best friend who sat next to me in the class.  She always motivated me in studies, and even in this case too.  She always advised me that don’t matter whatever happened.  My mother is still the only  mother.  But..... I think, she could say that as she was not in my shoes.  If only she was in my shoes, she would know how embarassing it was.

            I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world.  So, I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you search for the  eyes the other day? You can whether  take the cow’s eye or even the cat’s eye.  It suits you well.  Yuo’re only going to make me such a laughingstock.  Why don’t you just die?,” my mom didn’t respond me.  I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, I felt good to think that I had said what I had wanted to say all this while.  Maybe it was because my mom didn’t punish me, but I didn’t think that I hurt her feelings very badly.

            That night, I woke up.... and want to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quench my heavy thirst.  I heard a strange sound.  A sound of crying.  Then, I saw that my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me up, I thought.  I took a look at her, then turned away.  Because of the words that I said to her before  I felt like there was something pinching at me in the deepest corner of my heart.  Even so, I really hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.  So, I told myself that I would grow up and become successful because I hated my one-eyed mother and our desperate life of poverty.

            Then, i studied really hard.  I left my mother alone and came to the heart of Kuala Lumpur with the help of scholarship from the government.  I was accepted in one of the well-known university with all the confidence I had due to my flying colours result in SPM.  I left my mom alone in my hometown.  Then, I got married to a loaded, famous bussinessman.  I bought a huge house full of luxury.  I lived with my beloved korean-looked husband.  Then, I had kids too that coloured the landscape of my marriage.  I was living happily as a successful lady.  I was like in the seventh heaven.  I liked my position because it was a life that didn’t remind me of my mom at all.  At the same time, I stil kept in touch with my bestfriend, Sharmilla.  Unfortunately, we were apart from to each other.  I didn’t really like her now.   She kept talking about my mother.  She was the person who took care about my mother in my hometown.

            The happines of mine was getting merrier and merrier when someone unexpectedly came to see me.  “What?! Who is this?!.” It was my mother.....still with her one-functioning eye.  It made me feel as if the whole sky was going to fall apart on me.

            My little daughter who saw my mom’s face, ran away while screaming here and there.  She was scared of my mom’s one eye.  She never knew that the jerking woman was her grandmother, the one who gave birth to her mother.  She never knew that, and I was going to ensure that she would never know about that.

            I asked my mother,”Who are you? I don’t know you!,” as if I tried to make that real.  I then shouted at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my little daughter! Don’t you realize that you are not welcomed in this luxurious house! Get out of here now and don’t ever come here again!!” To this, my mother silently answered, “Oh, I’m sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and then she walked away.  Thank God.....she didn’t recognize me.  I was quite relieved.  I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or even to think about this matter anymore, for the rest of my life.  Then, a wave of relief came upon me.

            One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.  I lied to my husband saying that I was going on a bussiness trip.  After the reunion, I went down to the old shack....that I used to it as a house before.  Just out our curiousity there, I found my mother laying on the cold, dusty ground.  But, I didn’t shed even a single tear.  She had a piece of paper in her hand...it was a letter to me.

            My girl,

            I think my life has been long enough now.  And I won’t visit Kuala Lumpur anymore.  But, would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visiting me only once a while? I miss you damn much! I was so glad when I heard that you were coming for the reunion.  But I decided not to go to school because I know that I will just make you ashamed.  For you....I’m sorry that I only had one eye and I was an embarassment for you, my dear.....                                                                           

                                                                                                          Love,

                                                                                                          -MOM-

       

            A few moments after that I could feel that there was a hot-stream on my puffy check.  I regretted.  How could I do all this  happen to my own mother? Then, there was an elderly, our neighbour came towards me.

            “You see, girl.....when you were very little.  You were born normal.  You were such a cute baby.  Unfortunately, due to the infections caused by the carelessness of the doctor, your eye was damaged.  Your eye cannot be saved anymore.  As a mother, she couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye, so she gave you hers.  She was so proud of her daughter that was seeing the whole new world, in her place with her eye.  She never upset with your words.  You mean everything to her.  She loved you more than she loved herself.”

            I can’t bear it anymore.  The hot stream flowed heavily down my cheek.  I hugged my mom.  I kissed her, with full of regretion.  I beg her pardon.  I was really ashamed with all my actions before.

            “It’s alright, my dear. I’ve forgive you long time ago.  You are my daughter, my heart, my soul, my strength... You present is such a wonderful gift to me from God.  Praise to God, I can be with you again, like we used to be when you were small..”.

            I whispered in my heart that I’ll never break her heart again.  She is such a noble mom to forgive all my sins towards her.  I kissed her forehead and hand.  It was the happiest moment in my life.

            PREPARED BY : PUTERI NABIHAH BT TUAN YUSOF.5ST1 2011 SMK TUMPAT.

            EDITED BY : AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB SMK TUMPAT

Write a story ending with '' i was not the same after the incident''

            During the last school holiday of 2000, my friend Abu and I went to the Cyber Cafe to play some internet games and to watch videos from Youtube.  After playing for quite a while, my friend asked me to see one of the videos, he said that it was a good one.  Without wasting any time I rushed to his computer to see the video about, it was an illegal video on how to make home made black powder.  After watching the whole video Abu and I had the same idea in our mind, we decided to make our own black powder so that we could blow-up everything in the neighbourhood.

            The next day, we started to purchase the ingredients that we had listed from the illegal video.  We had all of the ingredients except one,KNO3 or otherwise known as potassium nitrate.  We went to all of the shops in town to find KNO3, fortunately we managed to find it in a gardening shop located two miles away from Abu’s home.  At noon, after we had all of the ingredients, we began to build our own laboratory because my mother said not to bring dirt into the house.  Abu and I found two refrigerator’s boxes in the junkyard.  We brought the boxes to my backyard and we combined the two boxes to make a spacious laboratory perfect for our magnificient exsperiment.  After punching some holes to  ‘the lab’ for ventilation, we brought in the materials needed to make the black powder.

            So we started to mix all of the materials together according to their ratios such as 15 parts of sulphur, 30 parts of charchoal and 55 parts of potassium nitrate.  After mixing all of the materials together, we were left with a chuncky and not so fine powder.  If the black powder is not fine enough, it will only burns slowly and it would not create an explosion.  So, we put the powder into the blender and grinded the powder so it will be a fine powder.  After that, we filled the black powder in a small barrel for save storrage.  Abu asked me to get old newspapers from my house to wrap the barrel, so I quickly ran to get it.

            Suddenly, I heard a big explosion, the explosion was so large that it shattered all of the windows in my house.  All of the houses that were in one mile radius from the blast were badly damaged.  A few moments later, I was up on my feed, I felt a little dizzy, at the same time my eyes were blury and my ears were deaf.  I then quickly ran outside through the back door to check on Abu.  As I just stepped out of the door, I was shocked to see that our box laboratory was discentergrated due to the massive explosion.  I tried to find him but with blury vision it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.  Then I called out for him, after a few shouts I heard a faint coughing.  I rushed to find the source of the coughing, as I was crawling on the ground.

            Finally, I found him under the debris of the boxes.  He was covered with blood and both of his arms were gone.  I held him on my lap and said to him that ‘’it’s going to be alright just hold on’’.  I yielded for help a few time as tears were flowing through my face.  As he was dying, I tried to talk to him but my words just stuck at my throat.  I just hold him tightly hoping that he would hang on until helps arrived.  Without me noticing the paramedics had already arrived, they put Abu on streacher and brought both of us to hospital.  At that time I can’t barely remember what happened because I passed out.

            The next day when I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed.  The doctor said that I would do fine.  I tried to ask the doctor about Abu but the doctor just ignored me and told me to rest.  Later, I then found out that Abu didn’t make it, he died due to the lost of blood and severe head trauma.  Abu was dead because of our own undoing.

            I had made a decision that had killed my best friend.  I know that I would never escape from the guild of killing my own friend.  I had made a full recovery from the incident but my does not.  Now, when I heard a “bang” I could recall the incident liked it happened yesterday.  For what its worth, Abu was a really good friend.  I was never rhe same after that horrible incident.

PREPARED BY : FAIZ ROSLI. 4ST1 2011 SMK TUMPAT.

EDITED BY :  AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB SMK TUMPAT

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE : POLISH YOUR RUSTY SPEAKING SKILL.

Last Wednesday  6th of April  2011  my colleagues and i took part in  Teachers Parliamentary Debate.  Not even one English teacher from other schools in the Tumpat District showed up to the first meeting except the teachers from SMK Tumpat.  Well, because of that , we had no choice but made ourselves available for the debate.  Actually our partaking was meant to represent our PPD that of at least they would not go empty handed to the inaugural of competition and  most importantly, we wanted to give support to our PPD.

            Later, we rolled up our sleeve  and started  to search for facts and arguments.  In fact,  the topic for  the first  round  was quite easy but what bothered us was a side which we would be in.  When we were at the competition venue we raised our hands to the sky hoping that we were on the goverment team.  But  luck was really  on our side.  We were on the government team after Dina, my colleague drew lots the position.  Thanks to Dina for pulling out and i was sure she did  it with Bismillahirahmanirahi.....in the name of Allah The most  gracious and  The most merciful.

            Dina  and Atiyah gave a great kicking –off.  When it came to my turn, i ran cold  and i could feel my adrenalin worked very promptly  and the blood pumped to my head even quicker,  enough to  send black-out to my screen of memory.  It was a nerve-wrecking circumstance  i would say!  But, i was grateful for i had  my script  lay before me, otherwise, i would have stayed  panic-sticken for the rest of the debate.  ‘Practise makes perfect’ and yes the saying speaks well.

            Anyway, things went up superb for our third speaker, our senoir and very experienced debator Mr Eng Tat Choong.  The rebuttal speech  that he performed came out like bullets lashing  the enemies blown into pieces.  He was able to bombard without a slightest stutter.  He is  a gift of the gab : a person who can speak so well  and able to draw others’attention with his words.

            Not everybody is born with a great ability like Mr Eng Tat Choong has. However, the speaking skill can be polished if one has a heart to do it.  Firstly, we must turn into a very courageous person to speak in public.  If  you do not have the nerve you will never be a good and influential speaker.  It is undeniable that almost  everbody  is nervy to speak in public. Therefore, when you are  assigned to speak in public you must assume that your audience is just like you, zero courage, panic, and less knowledgeable and above all  they  crave to hear something from you.  Next, you must be knowledgeable, means you have to read a lot.   Break the sluggishness that is long  rooted within yourselves by staying closest to reading habit.  Don’t ever say no to reading for it is a key to success, how do you go across the river when there is no brigde lays before you ?

            Don’t say no to  public speaking, go for it.  Polish your speaking skill.

WRITTEN BY :  AINUL MARDHIAH ABDUL WAHAB, SMK TUMPAT.

           

Write a story ending with..........we said our goodbye and went our separate ways.

Strolling down the paved pathway with my fingers tightly clasped around my little sister’s wrist.  I breathed in the fresh air and allowed the soothing wind to determine my route.  The serene park was quiet as the sun was just rising, its ray of light peeping through the clouds.  The plants in the garden glistened with dewdrops and seemed as if they were bathing in the early morning sun.  My sister and I decided to stop for a little while and sat on one of the beautifully painted purple benches.

          It was indeed a beautiful park.  The park was a kaleidoscope of colours as pink, yellow and orange flowers dance gracefully in the breeze.  I let my mind rested when suddenly a figure of a homo sapien caught my attention.  It was an old man.  A very old man.  He was wearing a shabby grey coat with patched-up black pants.  His unkempt black hair was hidden under his brown cap.  What a fashion.  The old man looked as fragile as glass.  He looked as if he could break any moment from now.  I could feel tears started to form at the back of my eye.  That old man reminded me of my childhood days, the days that I learned that it did hurt when the person you love with all your heart vanished from your sight, in a blink of eye.

          Being the one and only grandchild that my grandparents had, I had been pampered with love and attention for i was the only grandchild that my grandparents had.  We were bestfriends and we enjoyed each others’ company.  He was the one that always lent his shoulder for me to cry on when I was sad.  He was always there to tickle me with his endless joke.  To put in simple, I was the apple of his eye.  I just love him so much and only Allah knows how I can’t live without him by my side.

          Life is inded unpredictable.  At first, the sun looked like a huge ball of fire.  Then, suddenly, there were alternate bands of black, grey and white on the sky.  I was alone at home one day when suddenly the phone rang.  It must be mum.  I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone.

    “Hello mum!”, I said.

My mum’s wavering tone alarmed me slightly.  Granda had been rushed to  hospital.  I was shocked.  This just couldn’t be happening.

    “I’ll be home late, dear” said mum succinctly.

I put the phone down and whispered my prayer to Allah.  I hoped granda would be alright.  I knew he would.  I hoped.

          I went early to the hospital the next morning accompanied by my dad.  The doctor said that granda’s condition was not improving.  The frail man laid lifelessly on the inclined bed with tubes and breathing aids all over his body.  Mum and her siblings were losing hope.  They were far to distraught to show their pent-up emotion.  I tried my best to remain calm and not to show my sadness.  Slowly I walked away leaving the room.  Before I left, i whispered to granda

  “Granda, don’t leave me.  I love you so much”

I left him with hope but as the saying goes”If you hope, get ready for disappointment”

          I couldn’t sleep that night especially when the most important person in my life was battling for his life.  The multitude chirping birds woke me up the next morning.  The beautiful song sang by them didn’t manage to shower my heart with happiness.  I was just about to leave the house when suddenly the phone rang, “Luqman, granda was no longer with us”, mum said sadly.  Her voice shook as she spoke.  I went weak at the knees.  I had lost my bestfriend, my heartbeat, my grandfather. 

          As a family, we performed the final ritual for granda who had embarked his journey to meet his creator.  Death will ultimately pounce on all of us, sooner or later, unannounced.  Who were we to dictate the cycle of life?  no one! I had let granda to go albeit with a laden heart.  Before we left granda’s house, I went up to his room to ensure that it was in a good condition.  I opened the door and scanned the whole room when suddenly a neatly wrapped package caught my attention.  The package was addressed to me.  Luqman.  I opened it and was overwhelmed to see a framed-photo of my grandfather and me.  I read the note.

      Dearest Luqman,

                  Happy birthday, baby.  You have grown up to become a very smart boy.  Luqman, the only armour that we had been given to survive in this life is our heart.  When the heart stops hoping, our mind stop believing and we stop believing.  So, believe in your heart.  I may not always be there forever to guide you in the roads of life.  I love you so much.

                                                                                                                                   Granda.

       Streams of tears rolled down my cheek.  I felt lost and helpless.  Suddenly, I felt a hand lied on my shoulder.  I lifted up my gaze and was shocked to see my granda by my side.

  “Do not cry, Luqman.  I am sorry.  I may have gone but I’ll always be in your heart.  Put your hand on your heart, feel the heartbeating, there is where I’m staying.  Goodbye Luqman”.

     “Goodbye granda”.

       My day-dream broke into pieces when that old man lied his hand on my shoulder.  He asked me why I was crying and sympathized with him after he had explained everything.  Then, we said our goodbye and went our separate ways.                                                                                                        

PREPARED BY : LUQMAN HAKIM HARIS. 5ST1 2011 SMK TUMPAT.

EDITED :  AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB, SMKT.