Saturday, December 29, 2018

A confession.

#HARDTRUTHS
Assalamu'alaikum.

Growing up within a family in which you had all of your brothers being school prefects, and one even being the Head on an educational institute, is not easy, especially in meeting expectations. When all of them were either the top of their classes, or at least amongst the top students -be it for the school, or even the national examinations- you can't help but to be compared. Not to mention they were thriving in their respective sports too, and you being good at neither, was not at all helpful.

Just a few on the many encounters I have had to overcome from judgmental teachers (and students too) I'd like to share, I could still remember vividly when my then teacher exclaimed at me: "Your brother can do better!" loud and clear, in front of my mates.

There was even once I was recommended by a teacher to be an emcee for a school event and was asked to meet another teacher who was the overall in charge of the programme, but I couldn't help but notice her sneering mockery towards me and in a way without her even having to speak, questioning my ability to steer this programme. Though eventually she did actually say,"Are you sure you can do this?"

Even being let down by a teacher after he had voluntarily promised me he would not mention my prelim result(s) to anyone, but on a camping trip organised by the school in which he was leading he decided to expose me whilst I was not there and kind of reveal my result(s) to the students over there.

Another incident I remember clearly was when a teacher -whom I actually respected- said to me, upon acknowledging my transition from Yarmouk University (Irbid | Jordan) to The Islamic University of Medina (Medina | Saudi Arabia), "Clearly, the reason why you changed universities is because they (Yarmouk University) has a much tougher syllabus."

Undoubtedly being embarrassed in front of my friends, once again.
[On a side note, one of the many incidents in which a Head Prefect decided it would be funny to mock me between his circle of friends, ridiculing me because of the way I speak and my hand gestures when speaking.]
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Aren't those days to remember, and I am not writing this to demolish my teachers' reputations, for other than those issues a lot of them were great at their jobs, but I assume some of them just didn't really understand the full extent of what they were saying and how it'd have hurt and affected me, up till now. ..and in a way, I thank these teachers, why? ..because they were ones who fuelled me and actually became the reason as to why I always wanna be a better person, and to humble myself amongst all types of people, understanding just the other day I was weak.


..and yes, I know I'm not gonna get a CGPA of 5/5, but I know I had tried my absolute best and finally actually managed to attain a very decent grade, well at least according to my ownself, even though there were hardships at times, from not understanding the lectures to the different types of lecturers.

Although I know I can never raise my heads up again, for the pains and bruises are all still there, I will definitely use these stages of my life as a reason for belief, that in spite of everything that had happened, there is a wisdom behind them.

I ask Allah to bless my journey, and all the knowledge that I had attained, and may He continue to guide us all.

Nufail Abd. Rahman,
Al-Madinah An-Nabawiyyah,

9:47 am.