The Greatness Of ALLAH

Two weeks before I sitting my SPM, my father fell sick.. I was too depressed... Deeply tensioned.. But, be as an excell group in my school, I should not giving up! Yes, I did!

Who says that I'm not sad in this situation? Of course I sad...Really sobbed.. Luckily, my teachers in school and my very dear principal ( huu~~ ;'D ) were very supportive..
They were, indeed..

I kept on studying until night.. I was revising, reading, exercising and more of efforts I did.. Targetting a string of A's.. Asking the teachers and ex-students who were very good in their previously SPM.. Moreover in English..

My English was soooo bad before... Very-very bad.. I guess you are already know...huu~~ see, very bad..sobss..;'(

As I was searching for English tutor or well known as an English teacher, *huu~
my very dear father fell sick..;'(

I couldn't attend for the English class... No money also..huu~~
So, nobody teach me English...... Luckily, my very dear principal met me to diccuss also find solutions to improve my English..

It quiet hard at first, then he got an idea.. He asked me to learn English from the best student, a sister to me.. Ex-student who got A+ in her last year SPM.. I contacted her but she didn't have time to teach me.. She was at KL.. Studying her TESL.. She was so great! I salute her very much!

So, we found a solution.. She asked me to write an essay more and more and sent her through an e-mail... Easy, right? hehehe..;')

She also advised me to do a lots of excercises in grammar... So, I teached myself... I bought many exercises books and did it all alone.. I tried to understand it.. Slowly I learn it..... The time kept on running.. I didn't have time to finish it.. Just a half of book.. sobbss..;'(

The English exam was coming... I brought all the burdening things all alone.. My very dear mom and dad's wills.. My very dear family's wishes.. My principal's wish.. Even my very dear techers' wishes.. All burdened on my shoulders..

                                     * Can I fulfill their wish..??* I'm stucked! ;'(

Time passed by, the nightmares was gone.. English nightmares! I'm so scared of that!
Another nightmares was coming...The SPM result!

                                        Dup..Dap...Dup...Dap..

When the result was announcing by my very dear principal, I was not there.. I was at my hometown.. Beside my very dear father.. He was sick again a week before the SPM result will be announced..

That morning..

Wednesday, 21 March of 2012 in the morning.. I got a message from my foster mother..

"Congrats! I'm very proud of you!" Mrs L..

My hands shivering... I hardly replied to her.. Want know what was she mean about.. But, she replied back..

"Surpriselah"

What's..?? I'm sweating..My body shivering.. I'm also crying.. Luckily, there was no one saw me crying..wuuu~~ shame on me! ;')

I waited almost an hour.. After the announced, my class teacher, called me.. She said that I got a string of A's and congrated me up! I'm been cheerful and unbelievable! It was hardly to believe it..

I waited until a few friends and another teachers texting and calling me.. They told me the good news.. I was so happy.. I ran back home and told my family and reatives..

My very dear father give me his hand, I kissed his hand and his right cheek! Ohh...I'm ashame a lots!! thiiee~ ;')

Ohh.. I couldn't believe it! My English was A-.. It was better if not I couldn't get a string of A's, right? Alhamdulillah..;')

I'm was very thankful to ALLAH.. I hardly to get A for English.. In past trial SPM, I  just got C ! When the real SPM, I got A-!! Even my friend, she attended for tuition classes but she didn't get A..

 But me..?? I didn't go anywhere.. And I got A-... ALLAH, it was a gift for my very dear sick father, my very love mother and my very dear others, things I... Subhanallah...ALLAHUAKHBAR..  Alhamdulillah...syukur..;')

**ALLAH..thank you ALLAH for giving me a chance to be a better me.. A better muslimah.. A better daughter... A grateful slave... Thank you ALLAH..**

My Soul

Everyone has a sad story to keep, or to tell.. It's depends on them to tell or not, because it's surely a privacy, indeed..hee

But I was not.. I like to tell others what I feel because I'm a story teller..huu~
And I am a good listener..Yes, I am..

After I published the previous entry, (A Loner), I sent it to my English teacher, (my friend actually).. And I made many grammatical errors.. I embrassed..huu~~(shame on me!)

But it was quiet well she said..My writing improved a little bit..wee~~ haappyy..^^
Furthermore, there was more than a paragraph that is no mistake at all..Alhamdulillah..

I know that this is my mistake because didn't study well in English when I was young..
I already set in my mind that "English is hard", "Can't get A", and many many more that I had thought in previous years ..*my bad opinion* >_<

Actually, English is not as bad as I think..Perhaps because I'm still learning it now..huu~
I'm remembering what my teacher had said,"English is easy as ABC" and "Practice make perfect"...Yes! She was very true!

I need some practices more! Many many more! Never give up! Fighting for a victory!
Never give up struggling for me! For myself!  For my very dear ALLAH! For my very dear parents! Insya-ALLAH!!

A Loner

When I was young, at the age 13, I was a such happy lucky girl. My motto " Don't worry be happy" on that time.. I was very very happy without worrying anything.. I had a long disscussion, walked and even liked to scream with my very dear friends.. Talking loudly, jogging together, my favourite pass time.

But, when I was 15, I already changed. My broken heart made me felt so stressed about.. My first love is failed.. Sobs~  Then, my father fell sick and that was also my turning point. My very dear father stayed at the hospital almost two weeks and I had took a month of leave on my study to help my very dear mum.


A month.. But, I had to.. My dear sister and brother were working.. So, I had to sacrifice for my very dear family.. I went to school and explaned everything to the teachers who was teaching me..First when I saw my very dear friend (my bestfriend, indeed) I couldn't control my tears anymore.. I cried and hugged her tightly.. ;'(

All my friends, included the all form three students, watched me crying.. (shame on me)
After that, I came to meet my adopted father ( a history teacher ) to tell him my excuses for take a long break on my study.. Firstly, he didn't agree with my desicion, but when he saw me crying, he hardly accepted..

Then, I met with my KH teacher at the male students' stairs, to get my stuff of the KHB project for PMR.. I wanted to do it at home. She asked me why I took it so early. I answered her with my tears.. I cried again.. She hugged me when I cried until the form 5 male students saw me crying.. She took me to her room and gave all the things that I needed..Alhamdulillah.. They understood me.. ;)


I went back home by a motorcycle myself..;)
I cried along the road.. I felt very very sad..;'(
Arriving my place, I picked up my youngest brother from Tabika on that time..
I was so lucky that I didn't take a long time to reached there or my little brother will be sulking.. I strengthen my heart, my soul, gave a sweetiest smiles for him so he wouldn't feel what I had felt inside...

Here Comes The Day

Yes! Finally.. My first entry..After a long time I thinking of become a blogger.. Now, really I am..

"O ALLAH..I am so thankful..Thank you my dear ALLAH" :')

This blog will be containing a part of my life, indeed.. Besides writing stories, I love to share my feeling with others...I am not good enough to write in English actually, but I must write it because my English is very poor...(So pity me..Huu)

Do you see? Take a look of what I have done..Check my spelling, my grammar either it is right..Do fix the mistakes, please...I glad to get the feedback from you..

I'm ready to be a junior.. Learning it from you..I know that you are very very good in English..Come here, share with me...