Writing from life experience : my dearly loved mother

WRITING FROM LIFE EXPERIENCE

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 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 well 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’ and that made me more accountable  to serve  her  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.  Mother i love you from the underneath of my pure heart.  Thank you for all the things that you have done.  I am not be able to recipcrocate all your sacrifices...but what i can say  is zillion thanks and i miss you always. 

            Death will ultimately pounce on all of us, sooner or later, unannounced.  Who are we to dictate the cycle of life ?  No one !

WRITTEN BY :  AINUL MARDHIAH ABD WAHAB, SMKT TUMPAT.

Write a story ending with ''if only i had been more careful, that would not have happened.

Write a story ending with

“If only I had been more careful, that would not have happened”.

            I looked up.  The sun had been dimmed by the white clouds.  The blue sky made me stay calm.  The day was so beautiful as the birds chirped as they flew away.  Here I was in front of my beloved’s grave.  The one that I love so much.  She would have been alive now if it was not for that tragedy.  She would have been joking with me now if that did not happen.  Tears began rolling down my cheek.  The painful nostalgia began once more.

            It was a nice day on December 26th last year.  The atmosphere  was so peace and calm.  I was on my bed listening to the radio.  I enjoyed listening to Maher Zein’s song.  Out of blue, my mobile phone was ringing.  It was Tasya.  “Hello dear.  What’s up.  Anything?’’.  “Hey.  Let’s go for a picnic at Pantai Seri Bayu.  It has been so long we did not spend time together right?”.asked Tasya.  “Oh.  That was a great idea.  Okay, see you this evening.  Bye”.  “Okey.  Bye”, replied Tasya.  After the conversation, I asked my parents’ permission.  They  allowed me to go.  I went to the kitchen and made some sandwiches for the picnic.

            On the evening, she picked me up in her car.  The journey took about one hour.  When we reached there, we saw a couple of family were enjoying their moment.  The ambience was so relaxed.  We picked our things from the car’s boot.  Then, we fantom for a spot to lay the mat.  Finally, we found a suitable spot which was under a big shady tree.  After we had laid our mat, we enjoyed our meal.  We enjoyed the scenery as we also could relax our mind too.  We saw the kids happily playing by the seashore.  They were giggling and shouting at each other.  It had been so long I had not been here.

            “Hey Nana.  Lets us play in the water like the kids.  We can swim and collect starfishes.  Come, lets go!”,said Tasya.  I did not know why she was extremely excited about playing in water.  We took few minutes to change the clothes.  Then, we went to the seashore.  The water was so cold and clear as clear as crystal.  We played in the water happily just like a child.  The day was the happiest day in my life because I could spend my whole day with my bosom friends.  All of sudden, the rain came down.  Tasya told me that she wanted to look for the shelter but I refused.  I still wanted to play in water.  Tasya went to shady tree but I was still in the water.

I still played in the water until the wave came and hit me roughly.  I was drawn.  As loud as a thunder, I cried for help.  “Help me. Help me anyone”.  As fast as lighting Tasya ran towards me.  She tried to help me.  Once again, the wave came and hit us.  Then I saw Tasya dissappeared.  Immediately, I swam towards seashore.  I ran for help.  I went to the police station.  They then were searched for Tasya’s body.  After a few hours, the police still could not locate her.  I welled up in the tears. I blamed myself.  Because of my big-headed this thing happened.

After an hours, policemen found a body floating about 30 metres from our picnic location.  Tasya’s family and me went near the body to have a look.  How shocking!  It was Tasya’s body.  I was really sad and began to blame myself.  My heart broke as I lost my bosom.  I hated myself so much as she died because she tried to help me.  The memory was bitter.  People blamed me for her death.  I knew it was my fault.  I could do nothing to change it how.  If only  I had been more careful, that would not have happened.

            Prepared by : Nur Diyana Kamaruzaman, 5ST1, 2011 SMKTUMPAT

Write a story ending with ''if only i had been more careful, that would not have happened.

Write a story ending with

“If only I had been more careful, that would not happened”.

            I was about four or five years old at that time.  My family lived in a wooden house bordering a coconut plantation.  The coconut trees loomed tall and straight.  Many animals and insects could be found scurrying up and down the trunks.  Occasionally we could see flying lizards gliding from tree to tree.  Sometimes the older coconut trees would collapse whenever there was a strom.  It was with one of these fallen trees I had a most unforgettable and painful experience.

            My sister and I were playing near the trunk of a tree that had fallen the previous day.  As young children we were very curious and wanted to have a closer look at it.  I was more inquisitive than them, and also more foolish.  I climbed onto the trunk and started to walk along it.  It was fun and I had to show off how well I could keep my balance.

            The tree trunk was not totally straight.  It inclined upward near the fronds.  Bravely I walked up along the inclination. Ifelt very confident and sure.  Higher and higher  I walked.  By then I was so cocksure of my ability that I started to shake the trunk with my feet.  That was my undoing for the next moment I lost my balance and down I feel with a thud onto the ground.

            I felt excruciating pain and could not get up.  I cried out.  My elder sister tried to lift me but she was not strong enough.  So one of my sisters ran home and called my father.  My father came hurriedly and carried me back to the house.  He put me down on the sofa.  I was still in great pain and I could not move my left arm.  My mother came and examined me.  She said my elbow was dislocated and told my father to take me to the hospital at once.

            Quickly my father reversed out the family car, bundled me into it and drove quickly to hospital.  My mother could not come for she had to look after my sisters.  What anxiety she must have felt.  Nevertheless,  we reached the hospital in double quick time and I was attended to by a doctor in the emergency room.  He carefully manipulated my arm and finally put the elbow joint back into place again.  All the time I was in sort of a daze as the pain was really terrible even after the doctor gave me a jab to lessen it.

            I had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days for the injury to heal a bit.  Fortunately, there were no bones broken.  So after two days I left the hospital and was greeted happily by my family.  What an unforgettable but painful experience it had been.  I learned not to repeat the foolish climbing act again.  If only I had been more careful, that would not have happened.

Prepared by :  Noor Amira Mustapha, 5ST1, SMKTUMPAT

If i were given a second chance

If i were given a second chance, i would kiss both sides of my mother's cheeks and told her that i love her so much.  I would say that i am sorry. For a thousand times, i would apologize to her  for everything that i had done.  However, it was too late now. As my hands gripped tightly the umbrella i was holding, my mind travelled back for about 25 years ago.

    At the time, my family was a very happy.  Eventhough i had no other siblings, my parents really loves me very much and they would pour all their heart to me.  My father may always be busy but my mother who was a housewife, would spend all her time by my side.  For the first eleven years of my life I was in the seventh heaven I would say.  A year had passed and suddenly, my father had a heart attack.  Everything came crushing down on my weak, lifeless body as I heard the doctor said that he was gone forever.

            Everything changed after that.  We had to move to a smaller house and my mother had to work hard to support our living.  Because my father had a few debts that needed to be settled because of the previous high standard of living, my mother had to work for five jobs a week.  I even had to work for part time job after school.  This life went on four years but we still had to suffer horribly throughout the day.  As I reached 17 years old, my hatred towards my horrendous life grew more and more until I could not take it any longer.

            I started to rebel towards my life.  I did not understand why I needed to suffer like this while other teenagers did not.  I hated my life and I wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.  Not caring to anyone, I studied very hard and finally, I was accepted to a medical school across the country.  Could not wait to get out of that suffering house, I flew straight to the medical school ignoring my mother’s attempt to stop me.  Eventhough in the end she left me go, I could still remember how her tears could not stop rolling down her cheeks and she kept on reminding me that I should  come visit her sometimes.  Still, I did not care.  I just wanted to get out from there.

            Then, I studied and studied until I finally achieved my P.h.D in medics.  In 5 years I studied there, I did not even  bother to ask about y mother’s well-being or write her a letter.  I was too busy with my studies to care about a small matter like that.  After that, because of my high performance in the medical school, I was offered a job as a doctor in one of the most prestigious hospital in the country.  I was so happy with my life now because finally, I got what I wanted.  In two years, I got married, bought a big house and luxurious cars and everything that I was fantasizing in my old, shack i would say.  Then, I remembered how was my mother’s doing throughout these years.  She tried once to call me when I was working to tell me that she was sick and I should come for a visit.  However, I scolded her as the answer of the suggestion and saying that I was too busy to care for her.  At the time, I believed that she was only lying to trick me to go back to that house.  I even did her bother to invite her to my wedding as I knew that she could not afford anyway to come here.

            Out of the blue, a phone call came one day on my cellphone.I did not bother to answer it since I was busy with my patients and the number also showed it was from my old village.  So, I just let it in the voice-mail box.  After a couple of days, I suddenly remembered about the voice-mail box and hesitatingly, I listened to it for the first time.  Then, the second time and the third time.  After the fifth time repeatedly listened to that one voice-mail, my eyes could not stop flowing with tears.  I cancelled all my appointments for that day and immediately flew straight back to my village still could not believing what I had heard the last few hours.

            So, here I was standing in the rain with an umbrella gripped tightly in my hand in front of my mother’s cemetery.  She was buried two days and died because of heart failure.  Now, I realised that everything that I achieved in my life was all in vain if I could not even cure my own mother’s pain.  I was too caught up with my own life and depression that I was blind to see that my mother was also feeling the same way.  If only I could turn back time.  If only I were given a second chance.  If only I opened my eyes and faced the reality eye to eye, all of there would not had happened.

 Prepared by : Puteri Wafa Dusturina Bt. Tuan Ghazali, 5ST1 2010 SMK TUMPAT

Edited :  Ainul mardhiah Abd Wahab, SMK TUMPAT

CONTINUOUS WRITING NARRATIVE ESSAYS

1.  Write  a story  ending  with :

‘’..........We said our goodbyes and went  our separate ways.’’

2.  Write a story ending with :

‘’.........Now  i  realise the value of a true friend.’’

3.  Write a story ending with :

‘’If only  i had been more careful, that would not have happened.’’

4.  Write a story with the title :  An unexpected visitor.

5.  Write a story about a narrow escape.

6.  Write a story beginning with  ‘’ Suddenly the lights went off and i...............’’

7.  Write a story entitled ‘’The Stranger’’.

8.  Write a story ending with..........’’It was the happiest moment of my life’’.

9.  Narrate an incident to illustrate ‘ A friend indeed is a friend in need.’’

10.  Write a story starting with :

‘’She glared at me and walked away............’’

11.  Write a story with the title :  The Perfect Friend’’.

12.  Write a story ending with :

‘’ I was speechless and touched as it was the most wonderful gift i ever had.’’

13.  Write a story about an unexpected journey.

14.  Write a story ending with : ‘ From  that day onwords, i never wanted to see him again.’

15.   Write a story ending with : ‘ From  that day onwords, i promised to be moderate in whatever i did.’

16.  Write a story beginning  with :   ’’ i  could see that the man was very unhappy....’’

17.  Write a story beginning with the line : ‘’It seemed like it was going to be another one of those days  when  nothing  much happens.’’

18.  Write  a  story that ends with these lines :  ‘’please believe me.  I never meant to hurt you,’’ he cried.

19.  Write a story based on ( beginning with)  this line : By evening,  she was running a high fever.....’’      

20.  ‘’The rain kept pouring and there was loud clap of thunder in the sky.’’  Begin a story with this sentence.

21.  ‘’The audience stood and clapped loudly.’’  End your story with this sentence.

22.  Write a story on ‘’United we stand, divided we fall.’’