writing from my life experience

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE
3rd OCT 2011
Our country is heading towards a great transformation in all sectors. The root of a country ‘s development definitely lied in education. Educational sector is a platform where all the stability of our environment , political scenario and social development spurred. And who are the generators behind all the developments ? They are physically, mentally, and emotionally strong human capital. But actually it’s their mind determines their great behaviour, and doings. They have a great thinking. We need to think to lead a succesful and meaningful life. Put on your thinking cap and start to think for a more cherish life. Nevertheless, from my observation there are some people who dislike to think. Let me take a specific sample, students. There are many students who do not like to think. They are so sluggish to think!
Some of students want anything happened in -a –blink- of an- eye as in the whim Superman series. Superman will emerge right under your nose before your burst your second scream. There must be reasons behind this drawback. The blur anticipation of their future is probably the reason of why these people withdraw themselves from thinking. Why does this happen? They are strawberry generation who are seldom exposed to great hardship in life.......everything is depended on their parents until they do not know to find a way out. When they are in comfort zone everything is like a bed of roses for them.
For these kind of people everything must be mentally reset. Otherwise things will never go straight for them but it will go astray. They must train their mind to think , to imagine and to put themselves in others’ hardship then they know how to work hard. From this aspect we can see that thinking is the road to struggle....otherwise they will never struggle to be in good position for they seldom think !
Thinking gives a big impact to our life. ......guys please continue my writing.......i am running out of ideas

WRITTEN BY : AINUL MARDHIAH ABDUL WAHAB
FROM : SMKT TUMPAT

writing from my life experience

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE
20th of April 2010
Our country is heading towards a great transformation in all sectors. The root of a country ‘s development definitely lied in education. Educational sector is a platform where all the stability of our environment , political scenario and social development spurred. And who are the generators behind all the developments ? They are physically, mentally, and emotionally strong human capital. But actually it’s their mind determines their great behaviour, and doings. They have a great thinking. We need to think to lead a succesful and meaningful life. Put on your thinking cap and start to think for a more cherish life. Nevertheless, from my observation there are some people who dislike to think. Let me take a specific sample, students. There are many students who do not like to think. They are so sluggish to think!
Some of students want anything happened in -a –blink- of an- eye as in the whim Superman series. Superman will emerge right under your nose before your burst your second scream. There must be reasons behind this drawback. The blur anticipation of their future is probably the reason of why these people withdraw themselves from thinking. Why does this happen? They are strawberry generation who are seldom exposed to great hardship in life.......everything is depended on their parents until they do not know to find a way out. When they are in comfort zone everything is like a bed of roses for them.
For these kind of people everything must be mentally reset. Otherwise things will never go straight for them but it will go astray. They must train their mind to think , to imagine and to put themselves in others’ hardship then they know how to work hard. From this aspect we can see that thinking is the road to struggle....otherwise they will never struggle to be in good position for they seldom think !
Thinking gives a big impact to our life. ......guys please continue my writing.......i am running out of ideas

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE
My Dearly loved Mother
Death will ultimately pounce on all of us, sooner or later, unannounced. Who are we to dictate the cycle of life ? No one !
Fourth September Friday 11.15 pm 2010, the unforgettable day on which my dearly loved mother was gone to meet her Creator. The poignant episode is always neatly fold in the back of my mind. Everything came crushing down on my weak, dead beat , lifeless body as i witnessed her last breath-in and breath-out and very slowy her soul embarked to the place of the period from death to judgemant day. Losing someone you love is the thing you dont’t want to endure but i accept the fate written for my mother.
She was in a great suffering for 6 months before her death. She was almost bed ridden but she braved herself to get up and walked outside of her room to pep out her frail body. A - laze portable chair that ‘s what we call was where she would lie her feeble body on whenever she was in the living room. The chair was placed next to the sliding door and the breeze moved into the living room livened her up. We used to have a chat in the living and it ended when she asked to take her leave to her room.
Sick people always need someone to be at their side so did my mother. She would never bear to lose me and my sister from her sight. Her cellphone was her option whenever she was alone. When i was at work she kept on calling me. Always i welled up in tears for i could not be able to be at her side 24 hours a day. I should have been with her around the clock especially when she was eminently in pain. A zillion thanks to my sister for taking a month leave only to look after my mother. She has sacrificed a lot. Thanks sis !
It ‘s true what people say that ‘ do it now for time will not repeat’. I thought i always procastinated good deeds that i should do to her. I should not have said’ later’ to the job of brushing her teeth, massaging her back and legs, and cleaning her feet’s nails. I was immensely discontented to myself upon the delays. The guilts come and haunt me at times when i flash on the memories of her. I wish i could turn back time.......
Her sacrifices, compassion and affection are beyond words to describe. But, at least, i was relieved for i was able to voice her out 3 words ‘i love you’ when she was still alive and that made me more accountable to serve her up until the end of her breath.
Remembering her is a teary moment but the tears make me even stronger and determined to ‘contribute’ to her more. And my mother, she will always be my hero and no one will ever take her place. I love her more than she would have ever known from the underneath of my pure heart. Thanks to her for all the things that she had done. I am not be able to recipcrocate all her sacrifices...but what i can say is zillion thanks and i miss her always.
May Allah bless her soul and keep her safe within HIS care among all the righteous souls. Amin.

WRIITEN BY : AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB
WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE

LET'S READ AND WRITE: Write your essay beginning with ''As i was walking home from tuition i saw a pathetic sight........

LET'S READ AND WRITE: Write your essay beginning with ''As i was walking...: "As i walking back from tuition I saw a pathetic sight of my best friends, Aziz and Ali who were absent from the tuition for the thousa..."

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