A child's frustration
I've read in Ayah's blog on Zaim's frustration for not being able to participate in his scholl play...now I would like to share my experience many years ago which has left a very deep cut in my heart till now...
When i was 8 years old I was picked by my ustazah(sekolah agama) to be one of the presenter in the syarahan session for the school's annual prize giving ceremony....the text was written by my father...I've watched my father carefully search for the right hadith and verse from the Holy Quran to be included in that piece of 'syarahan'..it was something very creatively written and to be presented by her daughter...
later my ustazah read the piece and agreed that it was inded a very nice piece...then come the part where I had to hafal and taught by my ustazah on how is the lenggok, so it would attract people to hear my syarahan... the actions..I was so proud at that time..cause I'm the only 8 year old pupil who would be doing her solo presentation...betapa petahnya I masa tu.. I had to practise in school before the session start and after school and I will dutifully practise in front of my babah...in fact i practise everywhere...make pronounciation is clear..ayat and hadis dibaca dengan betul...
And then 2 weeks before the ceremony...my ustazah said that i can't performed that day because i'm too small ..they afraid that I would be so nervous on that day and i would loss all the words..i couldn't believe myself to hear those things after sacrifying my time and effort and it was wasted just like that...and do you know that my piece was handed over to a much older kakak at that school..they even dare to give the syarahan that my babah karangkan...i was so angry at that time but what could i do..i was only 8 years old...
back home when i told my babah what happen...i can see that he is also frustrated...he confronted my ustazah but the same excuse was given and my babah lost for words...
On the day of the ceremony, when they called upon that kakak to present the syarahan..tears slowly running down my cheek and i followed every word that she said and i tak lupa satu perkataan pun....i could never forget that day....
When i was 8 years old I was picked by my ustazah(sekolah agama) to be one of the presenter in the syarahan session for the school's annual prize giving ceremony....the text was written by my father...I've watched my father carefully search for the right hadith and verse from the Holy Quran to be included in that piece of 'syarahan'..it was something very creatively written and to be presented by her daughter...
later my ustazah read the piece and agreed that it was inded a very nice piece...then come the part where I had to hafal and taught by my ustazah on how is the lenggok, so it would attract people to hear my syarahan... the actions..I was so proud at that time..cause I'm the only 8 year old pupil who would be doing her solo presentation...betapa petahnya I masa tu.. I had to practise in school before the session start and after school and I will dutifully practise in front of my babah...in fact i practise everywhere...make pronounciation is clear..ayat and hadis dibaca dengan betul...
And then 2 weeks before the ceremony...my ustazah said that i can't performed that day because i'm too small ..they afraid that I would be so nervous on that day and i would loss all the words..i couldn't believe myself to hear those things after sacrifying my time and effort and it was wasted just like that...and do you know that my piece was handed over to a much older kakak at that school..they even dare to give the syarahan that my babah karangkan...i was so angry at that time but what could i do..i was only 8 years old...
back home when i told my babah what happen...i can see that he is also frustrated...he confronted my ustazah but the same excuse was given and my babah lost for words...
On the day of the ceremony, when they called upon that kakak to present the syarahan..tears slowly running down my cheek and i followed every word that she said and i tak lupa satu perkataan pun....i could never forget that day....
posted by meandbaby @ 7:42 PM
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