IMY!
I hardly use any initials when I write. I find the longer versions of it are more appropriate somehow, being a lover of this language, plus I have to teach it someday, but this post is dedicated to my little sister, Nur Nashreen.
Oh if you don't get my point, she likes to use those kind of writing. (Imy, Lol, Ilysm, etc)
Last Saturday, she started her new school in Section 3, Shah Alam (so far right? I knooww). But the school wasn't the ordinary type, it was a school for future Tahfizs. You're probably thinking this isn't a big deal, but to me, it kinda is. You see, out of all my four siblings, none of us had actually entered a school other than the normal everyday one. And this school was something special. Other than training you to recite the Quran properly and memorize every juzu', they control your eating habits, your sleeping habits, your five senses; what you see and touch and listen to, everything, in other words, your life. It means, no more 'bahan bacaan yang melalaikan, muzik yang melalaikan, makanan yang melembabkan spt maggi' and so on and so forth. My sister loves Korean boybands, practically sings them everyday, watch Korean tv shows, cartoons, silly movies, eat chocolates and junk food and would cook maggi whenever she's hungry, any activity that a normal 12 year-old would do. But now, she has to gradually stop all that for the sake of learning. If I were in Sheen's place, I wouldn't know if I was ready for something like that. I still have too many temptations that I fight everyday.
Because of this, my sister had to grow up faster than any other kid her age. Entering the school was a bittersweet moment for all of us. We miss her but we were all aware that this was the right thing to do, it's glorious even, because the purpose was not only to achieve success now in this world, but also in the hereafter. It is almost guaranteed. But it was a sacrifice nonetheless. Eventhough it's tough, my mother made a good decision. It was a good call.
And like any other sister, I worry. I've been worrying since the moment we left her there, all teary-eyed. Because I'm afraid she can't cope, or she's not strong enough and I'm sad that she can't be herself. So I just pray and pray that God can give her the strength and kecekalan hati and hope that she will make friends and be genuinely happy. We're going to see her this weekend and I just can't wait. I love you and miss you sis. :(
Oh if you don't get my point, she likes to use those kind of writing. (Imy, Lol, Ilysm, etc)
Last Saturday, she started her new school in Section 3, Shah Alam (so far right? I knooww). But the school wasn't the ordinary type, it was a school for future Tahfizs. You're probably thinking this isn't a big deal, but to me, it kinda is. You see, out of all my four siblings, none of us had actually entered a school other than the normal everyday one. And this school was something special. Other than training you to recite the Quran properly and memorize every juzu', they control your eating habits, your sleeping habits, your five senses; what you see and touch and listen to, everything, in other words, your life. It means, no more 'bahan bacaan yang melalaikan, muzik yang melalaikan, makanan yang melembabkan spt maggi' and so on and so forth. My sister loves Korean boybands, practically sings them everyday, watch Korean tv shows, cartoons, silly movies, eat chocolates and junk food and would cook maggi whenever she's hungry, any activity that a normal 12 year-old would do. But now, she has to gradually stop all that for the sake of learning. If I were in Sheen's place, I wouldn't know if I was ready for something like that. I still have too many temptations that I fight everyday.
Because of this, my sister had to grow up faster than any other kid her age. Entering the school was a bittersweet moment for all of us. We miss her but we were all aware that this was the right thing to do, it's glorious even, because the purpose was not only to achieve success now in this world, but also in the hereafter. It is almost guaranteed. But it was a sacrifice nonetheless. Eventhough it's tough, my mother made a good decision. It was a good call.
And like any other sister, I worry. I've been worrying since the moment we left her there, all teary-eyed. Because I'm afraid she can't cope, or she's not strong enough and I'm sad that she can't be herself. So I just pray and pray that God can give her the strength and kecekalan hati and hope that she will make friends and be genuinely happy. We're going to see her this weekend and I just can't wait. I love you and miss you sis. :(
2 tissues:
sheen will be good sis !
: )
nash, i know this place.walking distance from my hse!hehehe.
anyway,i used to hv a cuz learning there.he would play truant and run to my hse all the time.tell sheen if anything goes wrong, she is always welcome to drop by.heh heh
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