Allah cinta pada orang berzikir
Allah cinta pada orang berfikir
Allah cinta pada orang yang taat
Allah cinta pada orang bertaubat
Allah cinta pada orang yang jujur
Allah cinta pada orang bersyukur
Allah cinta pada orang dermawan
Allah cinta pada orang yang sabar
hidup di dunia hanyalah sebentar
setiap perbuatan kan mendapat balasan
hidup di dunia hanyalah sejenak
setiap pertaubatan kan mendapat ampunan
Allah ya Allah
Allah ya Rahman
Allah ya Allah
Allah ya Rahim
“doktor, saye stress” i told the doctor.
“saye rase saye x mampu pergi sekolah hari ni, saye nak jalan-jalan release tension”.
At 9 a.m my housemate and I left Pantai Remis for Taiping. we wore quiet shabby clothes for we planned to only stroll around Taiping Lake Garden , eat the famous Kuey Teow Dolly and go back home.
and you know how God is a better planner? hehe 
Kuey Tew Dolly is closed on Fridays. *sigh*. how could i forget bout that? so we went to Pizza Hut instead. While fidgeting with our Royal Masala pizza,
*lightbulb on my head* “kenape kite tak pegi Penang je tadi?”
and i could see an evil grin on my housemate face (her BF is working in Penang).
so, off we go to Penang.
and meet her BF. that guy took us to Taman Perbandaran where we chilled out, ate ice cream, teased the monkeys and enjoyed the scenery.
and i thought of ‘Ainur. i know she would be mad at me if i did not tell her that i was in Penang. so i called her. and yes, like i expected, the swear-words-vommit. after a few boddooooooohhh!, bongooooooookkk! and celakeeeeeeee!, we decided to have dinner somewhere near her place.
i dont know how to describe my feelings when i see ‘Ainur standing there in front of the restaurant. we hugged for a long time. its nice to finally see your friend of 6 years when you are constantly surrounded by new people (though sebenarnye, it was less than one month ago ‘Ainur came to my house).
we had an enjoyable dinner. the tandoori nan tasted so good! probably because of the company.
after two hours, we decided to start our journey back to Pantai Remis. parting is such a sweet sorrow. oh. the hug were brief this time. as a sign that we’ll see each other soon. we’ll work it out somehow. right ‘Ainur?
bak kate ‘Ainur, “rase x it;s good knowing that you’re friend is just 2 hours away?” . heheh.
we took the ferry back to the mainland. and how the sea breeze reminds me of the ferries in Circular Quay and
the spontaneous decision Majidah and i made to ride the ferry the whole night!
arrived in Pantai Remis at 9.30 pm feeling rejuvenated!
i received a few smses from my students.
“cikguuu, mana cikguu pii hariniii???? tak bersemangattt ni cikguu takdak”
hahah.
jumpe hari isnin ni budak-budak oi!
gosh. life had been so hectic for me in the past couple of weeks. and it will continue to be so.
though it’s been a tremendously-busy-you-feel-like-u-gonna-die-weeks, i sailed through with smiles and laughters.
grin.grin.grin.grin.
and i’m falling in love with teaching deeper and deeper everyday.
i think i have soooooooooo much love to give.
i was serving as a pegawai at the Kejohanan Olahraga Daerah for 4 days, trained my students until late evenings, and though i splat my body with a huge amount of sunblock, i still got sunburnt, and thanks to the frequent visit to the beach, i am 3 shades darker than i used to be.
i complained this to my students. in a joking way.
“tau takk, sbb hangpala aku dah itam legam ni, kalau hangpa tak menang gak, aku tataula”
and one of my indian students replied.
“cikgu, kalau cikgu nak nampak putih cikgu dudukla sebelah saye”
awwwwwwwwww. aaawwwwww. aaaawwwwwwwwwwww.
i have awesomely adorable studentsssss.
and i have this one students who will sing “Engkaulaahhh yang satuuuu, pujaaann hatikuuuu” everytime he sees me. even during the assembly. adoi. though, my day would be incomplete if i didn’t hear him sing that annoying tune.
i thank God for all the love that i received and all the love that i can give.
true, love does make your head spin around. joyously.
smile.smile.smile.smile.
*beep* i received one text message from my student.
“cikgu boleh tolong saye tak cikgu? tolong eh cikgu”
i think my heart nearly stopped beating. what have my student got himself into?
kene belasah ke, kene tangkap polis ke. i think only the worst.
“apekah” was my reply.
“cikgu boleh tolong bacekan yasin untuk saye x? saye nak test motor esok. mak saye kate kalau cikgu doa selalu makbul”
phewwwwwww. and i thought i have to make a visit to the police station.
(if u’re teaching in my school, kes-kes polis ni biase jerk).
after a few days, this particular student came and see me.
Student : Cikgu! Saye lulus test motor!
Cikgu Nisa : Alhamdulillah.
Student : *gave me a plastic bag* ni saye belikan cikgu lepat pisang, saye tau cikgu suke makan lepat pisang, tapi saye mampu beli due je. cikgu makan yer.
….. and those were the most delicious lepat pisang i’ve ever eaten in my life.
for the last two weeks, i arrived at home at 7.30 everyday. i trained volleyball and handball at the same time. God knows how i managed it, but i did it. yesterday (Saturday) was the last training for volleyball before the school hols, i was flat out. i have no energy but since my boys are so eager to practice, i have no heart to turn them down.
we practised from 8 a.m. and during the 5 minutes break, one of my boys said “Cikgu, jom pi Teluk Senangin, kesian kat cikgu penat train kitorang, jom kita pi jalan-jalan tenangkan fikiran” . and i was like “aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww”.
so we finished 3 sets of game after that, and i drove to Teluk Senangin while the boys rode their motorbikes from behind and the front of my car (rase macam duta kene escort je, haha).
and oh god! i loooooove the sea. it is part of my life and i love living near the sea. i parked my car and raced my students to the crystal clear water!
while they splashed themselves in the sea, i took a slow stroll along the beach.
…………………………………..
there are no words that could describe my feelings at that time.
i pondered about my life, my school, my students and my future.
i had a good chat with the boys.
we laughed, we sang, they told me their life stories, they shared their secrets.
i membebel sikit. (hehe)
i also taught them some present and past tense , using the sand as my whiteboard. heeeeee
it was blissfull.
i was so happy,
and the most important thing, my students were happy too.
smile. smile. smile. smile. smile. smile.
i’m typing away from a computer course at school. geez. and you think students are only the naughty ones? ngeeeeee.
there were videos shown just now about teachers who’s teaching in the rural and remote areas, and i could not stop thinking bout you guys, my friends who are the beautiful angels who were posted there.
mien, alin, jarod, hadi, ina, syida and many more (you know who u are).
my prayers and thoughts are always with guys.
Pengorbanan kalian hanya Tuhan yang mampu membalasnye.
keep doing what you’re doing now.
lots and lots and lottttssss of love!
handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.
handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.
handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.
handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.
handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.
semue lawan serentak ujung mac ni.
aku balik sek 6.30 hari2 sampai rumah kol 7.15.
rase nak tercabut kepale lutut.
p/s : ade aku bgtau anak2 murid aku hensem2 belaka? haha.
i was filling up the attendance book for my class (form 4) . since they’re too lazy too bring their SMM forms, i have to ask them personally the details.
the details are as follows : father’s name, father’s ic no, father’s occupation.
and while i was filling up this particular boy’s details (he’s one of my favourite, taiko sekolah), i asked him:
Miss Nisa : ok, ****, Ayah kerje ape?
Student : ……….
Miss Nisa : ****, ayah awak kerja ape?
Student : saye malu cikgu nak bgtau.
Miss Nisa : kenape nak malu?
Student : nanti cikgu tak mau kawan ngan saya dah kalau cikgu tau saye anak nelayan.
Miss Nisa : mane adee…. saye kawan semue orang.
back in the staff room, i MERAUNG. MERAUNG. MERAUNG.
haih.
i’m liking my life right at this moment.
i even feel excited to wake up at 5 every morning and go to school! sometimes i accidentally woke up at 4 and i’ll be like, “ape? br pukul 4?”
gile takde life.
i’m coping quiet well with school, the 45 minutes travel back and forth, the workloads, the principal, the colleagues and the students.
the students. oh my. let me tell you about my students.
number 1, sometimes u feel like u want to sepuk-sepuuuuuk, sekeh-sekeh, tonyoh your students.
but then, there are times u feel like giving them hugs.
number 2, there are times you feel like u want to stop from being a teacher.
but then, there are times you have that oh-this-is-why-i-become-a-teacher moment.
everyday i juggled those two thoughts in my head.
and the end of the day, it will always balanced out. or one strecthed out the most.
when i faced one or two incidents where i feel like “debik”ing my kids,
it is always the same kids who later who touched your soul
and make you said “oh yes, these students are from my class”
whenever i faced those “i wanna quit this job” moments. God , with His ways soothe me
and made me realised that there’s nothing that i want to do other than teaching.
i love my students.
even though they’re not every teachers’ dream students, you could not do role-play with them, they would not understand anything that you’re saying, they’re reluctant, naughty, hardcore students, jenis kene dok gantung sekolah selalu.
they dont even know how to pronounce “Shakespeare” nor even heard that guy’s name.
but they’ve touched my heart since the moment i stepped my foot in the school.
they showed me courage to work hard to support their family. they showed me what a brother would do in order for their lil siblings be able to go to school and buy some books. sobs.
they’re the big reason i look forward to school everyday.
they put the smile on my face everyday.
and i will do my very best, the best that i could give, to make their life more meaningful.
i have a dark skin tone. and i’m proud of it. and people always mistaken me as Mamak or Indian.
i dont mind it at all but i found it really funny when they strongly persist that i’m an Indian.
i’m a Malay. well, i have ancestors that originate from different parts of the world but i dont care.
I’m a Malaysian.
somehow, indians seem to get along easily with me. i dont mind that too. i’m liking it actually.
i’ll show you a few examples where people mistakenly assume my heritage based on my skin colour.
1. my students the other day.
Student A : cikgu lu campur ah?
Cikgu Nisa : eh, ape pulak campur2 ni. masuk kelas masing-masing.
Student A : tala cikgu, saya mau tanye, lu ade campur ka?
Cikgu Nisa : campur apa?? ape lu mau cakap?
Student B : cikgu die mau tanye, lu ade darah campur ka? lu campur India ka?
Cikgu Nisa : ooooo. hahahhaha.
2.the Bangladeshi workers in petrol station in Manjung will treat me special, i never have to fill the petrol myself. i always got compliments, sometimes
mineral water. my mum said maybe because they think i’m one of them. haha.
3.wherever in Masjid Jamek, Jalan Masjid India,or in Gulatis Silk Store. the Bangladeshi workers will definitely gave salaam to me, but not to my friends
whom i’m walking with. bak kate Fariza , “yelah ko sorang je lah Islam kan”. hehe.
4. there’s one kedai mamak yg dekat sini that will give me extra food. sometimes milo ais.
“untuk adik manis, cuaca panas, cepat haus” and i never set my foot there again.
4. there’s an Indian taxi driver in Sydney who argued with me about my race. i said i’m a pure Malay. he argued and asked so many times
” Are you sure you’re not Indian? Are you sure?”. hahah. he was confident that i don’t know that i’m an Indian. wtf?
4. the golden moment that i’ll remember for the rest of my live.
back in Sydney, i was getting some lunch with my junior, Reez who had the same skin tone as mine.
we just finished a stand-up comedy course and were pretty hungry. we went to the North Indian food outlet in QVB’s food court.
i’m a regular customer there and the lady boss had already know me by face at that time, but we never had any conversation of
anything personal. so when the lady boss saw us there trying to pick what to eat, she smiled and nodded at me and asked Reez this faboulous question.
“So, are you Bangladeshi too?” ROFL.
All this while, she confidently assumed that i’m Bangladeshi. That explains the extra papaddums!
Poor Reez! he was dumbfounded! i think that was GOLD!
its the same in schools. during prac, i had this one student who ask me to marry him !
and now i just discovered that i have a fan club in school, with all Indian members! they are such sweethearts! willing to hold umbrella for me during sports
practice and follow me around. how to spot them? they’ll wear sunnies during sport practice, coz i’ll wear them too and kononnye i made a fashion statement
at that school. hahah.
whatever kind-of-face that i have or wether i’m campur or not. the most important thing is that I’m a Muslim and Allah has created me that way.
why should i complain? i’m liking the extra attention!
indians or malays or bangladeshis, we’re all humans eh? there’s no race superior than other.
