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
HM1114A
