Inside Stories

A strong demand was on the inside drama that happened during my teaching course so here it is. (for you, @GazelleR)

Most of the stories happened with two of my older students who, for some reason, couldn't understand that speaking in English was for their own good and gave me a hard time for not doing their homework the way I asked to be done.

Above all of that, they'd often ditch the lesson for some bizarre excuse together. Yes, they were the best of friends who wouldn't dare attend the class without the other and this pissed me off. She's sick but what about YOU? Umm, I don't know. So not only do I have to teach once, but repeat it twice!

Anyhow, just a week before the course came to a close, I decided to change the timings to 1-3 PM to have enough time and get back home and watch the Wold Cup games. The next thing, their moms are in rage and wonders which teacher on earth would care about the World Cup, little did they knew that I was THAT teacher. Just because you do not watch it doesn't mean others don't too.

The principal got fed up with the two of them and kicked them out as they've been giving excuses after another, showing their little interest in learning. But what came after their absence was more sickening; a parent says that she regrets sending her daughter as she didn't learn a thing. And just two weeks back, her own daughter begged me to tutor her 18 years old sister for thanawiya alamma next year. Where did that go?

Wait, what was that? How come all I heard during the lessons were praise and happiness to be here and not anywhere else...?

Turned out, the mother just said this because she was angry and her daughter would like to resume but guess what? We don't want you!

My other sophisticated students said that this was much unneeded drama wrapped up in lies and that they learned a lot and would like to be taught again next summer and I shall do just that without already-pampered girls.

Let Us Talk This Over

When a certain person comes over and claims that you have done this or that, you would either start to fight back or keep quiet and take full responsibility for something that you have never done or simply say sorry to cool the person's nerves. After all, you get to pick which attitude to take, although, you can't exactly handle the rage building up in the mad person yelling for no reason.

I was extremely shocked of a teacher, shouting at the top of her lungs on a student for a silly reason that she, alone, wasn't so sure of yet. After shutting the door behind her, the teacher stormed off, leaving a useless threat on the clueless student who had just

The student, who is a classmate of mine, was bewildered. The other teacher who was present at the time at class looked rather speechless and astonished. I couldn't help but wonder about his thoughts, if this is enough for him to assume that all Arabs are lacking the element of understanding and talking things out and perhaps my assumption was actually right.

I've noticed from my personal experience, how ignorant some of us can be when being in such situations. We sometimes talk nonsense when we are supposed to be listening to others point of view, in the first place.

Islam taught us to treat others the way we like to be treated or even better. So, an understanding should have been there between the two parties.

Listen to the other story then tell your own if we are all willing to grow in an educated society, and not to forget, to set a good example for the next generation based on good communication between one another.

In A Blink Of An Eye

Thursday @ 4:15
I tuned the conversation off as I rolled to my side and focused on getting some peace of mind. While trying to catch few glimpses of my latest dream, their voices faded out in the far background of my head. I tried really hard, but when the conversation (which disturbed my 2-hours-nap) grew intense, I then focused on getting the whole thing.

She (A close family member) returned back home from a tiresome day at work and sat across her lunch. Suddenly she started throwing up tremendous amount of blood and dropped down unconscious. Luckily, her siblings found her just in time as the Doctors clearly stated later on that she might have been dead is she wasn’t brought to the hospital. The on-call doctor wasn’t around at the time, and the nurse wasn’t much of a help, either. Surprisingly, my uncle (who happens to be a specialized doctor in the Emergency section of a whole other hospital than this) was nearby and was able to bring the poor girl back to life. (Alhamdullilah)

Friday @ 9:30
While I was cleaning up the table, my mom’s phone rang. When she picked it up, I noticed how sore her face became. I dropped down the dishes and paid as much attention as I could in an attempt of trying to know, or rather, read what’s happening. She ended the phone call saying ‘3asa 5air inshallah’, and I immediately insisted on paying a visit tomorrow’s afternoon.

Saturday @ 4:10
My mom and I were stepping out of the house’s gates when the damn phone rang again giving us the worst news for the following two reasons: 1. it turned out the girl had TB (which is highly infectious) and so it meant we’re not allowed to visit. 2. Because I had to regret wasting one hour of my life in dressing up, but that’s completely beside the point.

It made me stop for a while and think of how the above encounters happened in a matter of three following days; from good to bad, bad to worse and slightly better to whole lot of worse.

You can’t predict what’s going to happen, nor can you change what has been done already. But I know for a fact that you can do one very simple thing: Thank God for what he’d given you and always keep in mind that he could take it all back in a blink of an eye.

Keep the girl in your prayers, please; that’s all I’m asking for.

‘Jump’ They Said

‘Jump’ they said to him. He thought ‘what the heck? I can jump and I’ll just show them how much I can’. He stood up and jumped as high as he could but when he landed on the seat, the whole bus practically vibrated. They laughed their heads off, and I did too, merely for the fact that the boy hadn’t had a single idea on why we’re doing so considering his young age. Yes, you’ve guessed right. He’s an over-weight child and his friends were making fun of his body-shape.

Parents are the one to blame here, I believe. Generally, individuals are responsible for their own behaviours, but this is an innocent child who’s barely 7 years of age and who happened to gain all of this weight; Chips, macaronis, and other loads of junk food being sent along with him…to school! Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers on this kid because I’m sure there are others with the same situation out there.

Here’s a wake up call, parents. Just because you’re filthy rich doesn’t mean you should kill your kids. And that brings us back to the role of education.

Education, people. Education.

Pink Candies

‘Treed 7alawah?’(1) he asked his friend. ‘Aiwya’(2) , the other replied. He tossed the tiny candies into his friends’ cute palms. The boy with the candies turned around his sister who paid no attention whatsoever to the short conversation behind her. He then offered it to his little sister. She said innocently ‘Areed elwardi’(3). The brother nodded, and gave her what she asked for. They stared at each other while chewing the candy they both had now.

The reason I found this scene utterly adorable and decided to write about it, is that I’ve always wished for an elder brother. What I saw on Monday’s afternoon made me realize how awesome it would have been if I was that little girl sitting next to my elder brother and chewing the candy he thought he’s ought to share with me.

Allah ye5aleekom le e5wankom wo a5atikom (4) .

Trans:
(1) Do you want some candies?
(2) Yeah.
(3) I want the pink one.
(4) God bless you all.