Today is Monday, 11 July 2010. It’s my time to be home and relax with my home’s task such as creasing my clothes, having correction of my students’ homework and etc. even its relax day ,yet, I listed many tasks to do home. Of course it’s part of my duty as long as I single he he he…
A motorbike sounds louder to my ear and the sound ceasing suddenly in front of my house. I looked at him that was my friend coming into my house and needs a help to pick up her motorbike from motor’s repairer. By then, I have to company him to bring his motorbike to the Mahallah. When I reached in the parking park in front of Utsman’s Hostel, I met another friend and got chatting with him.
A Friend of my mine is a ustaz or we can say a teacher in Islamic studies. Incidentally, he has students from foreign country. Fortunately, they want to know how to read Holy Qur’an. His students come from England which consists of the father and his sons. No doubt that the lesson should be floored in their language.
“Where did you come from?” I asked him when he was coming over to me by his motorbike.
He answered “I just finished my teaching in damansara”
“Owh..Great then” I replied.
“hey Zakki..I bewildered with my students?!” He looked like griping on his face.
“What are you confusing?” I tried to help his problem
“Yeah.. My students are weak enough. They couldn’t understand my explanation even I used my English as best I can. Sure, their English is really bad because they couldn’t understand what I am saying” he said
Some teachers realized that teacher can do no wrong he he
A motorbike sounds louder to my ear and the sound ceasing suddenly in front of my house. I looked at him that was my friend coming into my house and needs a help to pick up her motorbike from motor’s repairer. By then, I have to company him to bring his motorbike to the Mahallah. When I reached in the parking park in front of Utsman’s Hostel, I met another friend and got chatting with him.
A Friend of my mine is a ustaz or we can say a teacher in Islamic studies. Incidentally, he has students from foreign country. Fortunately, they want to know how to read Holy Qur’an. His students come from England which consists of the father and his sons. No doubt that the lesson should be floored in their language.
“Where did you come from?” I asked him when he was coming over to me by his motorbike.
He answered “I just finished my teaching in damansara”
“Owh..Great then” I replied.
“hey Zakki..I bewildered with my students?!” He looked like griping on his face.
“What are you confusing?” I tried to help his problem
“Yeah.. My students are weak enough. They couldn’t understand my explanation even I used my English as best I can. Sure, their English is really bad because they couldn’t understand what I am saying” he said
Some teachers realized that teacher can do no wrong he he
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