"One of the greatest gifts of God:
The people in our lives,
who accept,
and love,
the whole us-
not just the parts that glimmer."
[Yasmin Mogahed]
I went into the empty class this morning, alone. I wrote something on the board. Something that I had in my heart for such a long time. Something that I wanted to say to my dear comrades all these while. Something that I really meant to say from the bottom of my heart.
I sat down in that empty class alone, re-visualising all the havoc moments, the arguments, the presentations, the photography sessions and the preparations for every occasions that were once happened in that empty class. The class that we loved to stay for the air-conditioner but also the same class that we hated to go for the never-ending workloads.
Wow, 10 minutes have just passed? Why so slow?
20 minutes in this class is like a 2 hours of war.
You're right, the boys are playing with the stick of the chair.
They are noisy, but at least they are not fighting.
Most of them resorted to sleeping which is good.
I just don't feel like shouting or saying anything.
I will just look at them and pretend that I write their names. I use this method a lot you see.
It's until time before they realise that my method is just a mere pretense.
Oh wow, alhamdulillah, finally the bell rings!
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Oh no, my partner looks unreliable.
I guess I just have to paddle like there's no tomorrow!
No, no, let me get that paddle on my own! Oh well, since he took it for me, oh well, thanks.
Hey, he is not that bad.
I guess I can just say that I do not know how to kayak ahhaha.
It's too hottttttt. Oh sun, why nowwwwww.
Hurry hurry, paddle paddleeeee I cannot take this hot heat.
Oh wait, I can see the land now yehuuuuuu.
Oh wow, alhamdulillah, finally we made it!