Tuesday, August 25, 2015

DARE TO DREAM AMIGO




DARE TO DREAM

            It was night where the wind is blowing just nice coming to my room from the window, even though my room were hot because of the fan is not working properly but after the wind blow it really give me a good mood to sleep. As I was laying on the bed thinking my future, then I remembered something that I used to dream on having it from the child until I am now. “Whoa” I was shocked, “It was not my intention to decapitate that guy” said my cousin while playing resident evil game in his ps2. Since small I was envy with other people where their parent will spoil their children by giving prize, gift or even money when they achieve something. My parent always promise to give me anything I wished for if I scored high enough in the test but it was hard enough for me to beat my classmates score, why? It is because I were lazy. Yea lazy is something than can even kill someone if there are overdose to it, this is because laziness make people love to dream but never do it. I still remembered one of the thing that I used to do when I was a kid and that is daydreaming, it was very fun for me to dream that I got everything I ever wanted. “Study hard” said my mother whenever I asked for something, same thing also happen with my father. There were a time when I study to the fullest but still cannot scored high and it crush my spirit to struggle until attain my objective.

            “This year is very important to Zhafri’ said my teacher to my mother, I was astonish about what are the two of them talking about. Forgot to tell you guys that my mother is also a teacher in my school so she will be the one taking my report card every single time whenever parent meeting teacher day occurred, but for me is like my mother meeting friend days. There are quite many pros and cons on being a son of a teacher, most of it that I can easily ask something from my mother and hardly being scold for playing in school, but the negative one is that I need to stay longer than any other student after school. This is because I need to wait for my mother to finish her work, I always play with other teacher son or daughter while waiting for our “teacher” to finish work. Well back to topic about the important year of mine just now, on my way back home. “Zhafri, what are you aiming for in your life?” asked my mother to me just to break the silence in our car – this is because I got red colour in most of my subject. Just to answer my mother I answer “I want to be teacher like you mom” then my mother smiled and speak in sarcastic voice “Then why did you flunk in every of your subject? Even bm also you fail” …..”You should try harder” said my mother. “I already tried my best mother” answer me in my heard, I scared that my mother will be nag non-stop. We reach home and I quickly out from car to open the gate so that my mother can park inside. That days passed longer than usual as I scared on waiting my mother to tell my father about my result today. “POM POM!!” the sound of horn as a sign of my father reach the gate of the house, my brother look at me while grinning and hurriedly run to open the gate so that my father can come in but before that he whispered to me “ you’re dead brother”. My father came in the house and we eat dinner together, after that my mother told my father about my result “honey, this is your son result”. My father expression changed after look into my report card and said “Whoa, how can you even failed in bm?” my brother laughed. Then I was very ashamed, but what shock me the most that my father did not scold me. He just laugh and said “you did tried your best right son?”, that word reach into my soul and making me trembling because of how much my father trust me how hard did I study for this exam. Most of the time when I locked myself in room, I will be sleeping or playing game so it hard for my parent to believe I was studying.

            One fine day then happen a score-A seminar where there will be one week of study non-stop session before we all faced UPSR, I were very shocked and intimidate by the upcoming UPSR because most of the time I was playing without focus in studies like any other student. “ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR THE UPSR?’ one of the invited tutor scream on the microphone to motivate student so that we would focus on study. At that moment I looked at my friend, they all study hard and focused on what our teacher teach us. Then something unusual come to me, it feels like an energy wave came surging into my body and making me want to study for UPSR. One of the most influenced  quote during that week is “there is never too late to study because sometimes by making something late will motivate or boost ourselves to fullest in order to achieve that goal” said Mr Rozdhi to me, he was the one to teach me math until I can calculate fast enough. We all faced that seminar like our life depend on it because the teacher said that “UPSR is a stepping stone in your life, do it right then you can attain your dream but do it wrong will ruin your future”. This thing always ringing in our ear for a week until every one of us became obsessed on getting 5 A’s in the UPSR.

            The night before I about to take the first paper UPSR, my father came to my room “son, how is your UPSR preparation coming?” asked my father. “Umm dad, how to prepare if tomorrow is the day I will facing my first paper of UPSR?” I answer while wondering why my father asked me that question, but in my deep heart know that I might broke my parent heart if I did not attain 5 A’s. “Son, our life is not depend on grade or scored” my father said then “so what is the point of learning then?” I asked. “Learning is a must and it does not care whether you’re old or young, so you must know to differentiate on learning for exam purpose only or learning by implementing it in our life” said my father. That was the time when I realize that my father is the smartest guy in the world. The night went smoothly as I sleep like a baby without worrying about next day paper.

            Days by days passed as I faced the paper in the morning and study last minute for the next paper on the night.. Until I finally faced all the subject, Then we will have a long free no teaching day as to wait for the result to come. On that moment, become the child of a teacher sure come in handy as I can escape that class or can even come to school late. Most of the time is used for me to continue day dreaming or even playing with my imagination like a healthy young kids would do in those days. Finally the result day come, all of the student on 6 grade were asked to gather in the hall and wait for the teacher order. We were one by one being asked to take the envelope that contain our result, but like I said before that there is pros and cons. My mother is the one that take the envelope and look into my result first.

            Suddenly I look her reaction faced changed, her face change to red and I can see my mother cry infront of me “could it be that I failed like in my UPSR trial?” my heart become anxious. Then my mom came at me and said “well done, dik I know that you can do this”, my mind pounder. Then I take a look and surprise that I got 4 A and 1 B, I did not really thought that I can get this result and I start crying in a good way. We then hurried back to home and to surprise our family. That night we were having a feast to celebrate my good result and from that moment I start to believe that one does not simply achieve anything without the support of especially their family member.

            Then suddenly I wake up “….where am i?, did I just dream about my past?” I ponder. Realizing that I was dreaming about great moment in my life, I feel thankful of my family support during my studies since I was a small until now where I were accepted in UiTM where all of the student were aiming to study in this University. Thanks to my father word that still ringing in my ear until now and my mother that non-stop teach me, plus my brother and sister that provoke me to improve me and making me study further to attain more knowledge. “Those deed will ever be instil in my heart” –zhafri
#THANK YOU TEACHER

Made by: MUHAMMAD ZHAFRI BIN AHMAD FAUZI
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