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Sunday, February 16, 2014

This’s my way

           
            The rain was heavy that night, with strong wind and thunder storm, and my bone felt cold. Yes, I still remember that night. The night that was changed my whole life until now. It was the night when my parents decided to send me to my school now and that is Ma’had Darullughah Wadda’wah. Huft….It was really my worst nightmare because I’ve never been to boarding school. But, I believe it’s all gonna be fine.
Furthermore, the school is full with discipline and the teachers are really strict with the student. That’s what I heard from my friend made me scared to go to the school. I was set to go in another two weeks’ time. I started packing my stuff unwillingly. My heart shouted, cried and refused to follow what my parents have decided for me, but what can I did, I’m just a kid that time. Shirt by shirt, trouser by trouser I put into my bag. From an empty luggage, I feel it with my stuff. Now, the time has arrived. The day for me to go to the boarding school has come. I woke up that morning with a sad feeling because I knew tomorrow I won’t wake up on my bed. I prepare myself while being watched by my father. When everything was settled, I kiss my mother’s hand asking for barakah from her. Then I shake hand with my brother and sister.an appologized each other for the last time before I sut off with my father to airport. After being on air for two hours, now I can use both of my feet again to walk, but this time, I walked on juanda ‘s international airport, my father and me took taxy for another two hours went to my new school and home, Ma’had darullughah wadda’wah. We arrived there around three o’clock in the evening, we were greeted by security and I was really amazed that time with the landscape of this Ma’had.

After all the briefing and introducing, my father left me alone at my new home. My friends point to my new house that called “Ghurfah 13” or “billingual room.” Here everyone was friends and family although we didn’t know each other, they really acted as a family when someone needed that. They rebuild my spirit and confidence when I felt bored or home sick, that’s barakah from my parents and teacher’s prayer, along with my friend’s help, Alhamdulillah it’s really something. I can enjoy and love to stay in my Ma’had. I love my Ma’had really much, it’s been already six months since I’ve been here from the first time. With my friend’s advices, I’ve become comfortable here faster than what I expected. This time, I’ve already got my Arabic language and feel like live in Hadramaut. Everybody speak Arabic language, but different when I come to my room I feel like live In Europe because my room is special room that use two languages. I’ve got everything here. My father decisions bring me to the bright life. So, I realize that whatever our parents decide for us is not always wrong, even it might hurt us, sometime it also become the best choice. May our God always blessus. 

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