the Last Words.

Im sorry for the delayness of this post (2 weeks delay to be exact), n im not sure when will he get to read this. This post was specially dedicated to Ahmad Arifuddin, our brother who left Maahad for his better future just recently. I do hope that i wont be writing this again for another family member when the second intake comes.

Its the Memory that we all hold together.

The first time i met him as far as i could remember was when we debated against the motion THW shorten school hours. i remembered it clearly, it was at kelas 6 Rendah, with the boys against the girls. To be honest, it was the first timer for my speech too. He was sitting rite beside Azizul Hakim. I noticed him, for he reminded me of some chinese boy i used to recognise. And yes, i have to admit that i thought we were in the same boat at that time. He wasnt talking as fluently as he is rite now. In fact, he was stammering even when he has strong points to be delivered. and i thought; hey we could be friends, since i couldnt talk as fluent as Iman or Fakhry too. we could get out of this and learn together... yes, together.

As time passed, i couldnt help but noticed that he struggled for the fluency, and yet he never gave up. He was much into science subject, and having a tuned in brain was a blast for him. Even though he might be strugling for the fluency at first, no one did ever deny that he is strategy-wise in terms of building up the case. Before iiu came along, i might have guessed that he thought he was going there just to be an anlyser, the 4th speaker, or whatever they call us who do not speak. But in the end, Allah just knew better of what He has for all of us.

Tasnim was sick, and there was no time to call out for another Iman or someone to replace her. it was up to us, to use everything and whatever it is that we have right now. so Arifuddin had to replace Tasnim, n he was brainwashed by Fakhry to become a 3rd speaker just 2 days before going to iiu. I wasnt really in the picture and i didnt know the whole story, since i was quite packed with my own MTQ. but as i stepped my foot in iiu, i could see another whole different team hoping with every hope to do their best, never giving up when they had a loss with surprisingly a margin of ridiculous number 11... n they were Amira, Raihan, Arifuddin and Tasnim as a team. i wondered at that time to myself, where has gone the inferior lack-of-fluency Arifuddin before? it was as if no one could stop them from having one step closer towards the iiu trophy.

After iiu ended, none of us actually got hold of the iiu trophy. but we gained more than that, we gained a family. we had to sit for our mid term exams, but i could still hear them talking about the greatness they all felt in iiu. i could still hear how Arifuddin depicture the team going against Kisas, and other schools. And the best part, i could no longer see the old Arifuddin. The one who thinks he cant do it, the one who thinks he cant talk fluently, or the one who thinks he is just some 4th speaker and not part of the team. The old one had become a shadow, and now the new one has the stage shining upon him.

It was still a loss for me, that i didnt get to repeat the glory with my brother Arifuddin for the next upcoming iiu. instead, i promised him to beat his school whenever i get the chance to do so. Everyone in the team wishes u all the best, but never did we forget to ask u not to forget us. as for me, i could never looked at 4 ibs the same way i looked at it when this little brother is still there. the nagging k.wani would always call for Arifuddin and Azizul to tell them the recent news of debate, the sarcasm that we all feel as debaters in the school, or simply to inform them the next debate meeting we are going to do. Thank you for being there to be nagged Arifuddin =). most of all, Thank you for being there for this very sister of you.

Now, when i have finally let go of the grief, and accept the reality of losing a family, i could now laugh and say that we have more something in common than we have ever thought. Once upon a time we cant talk fluently, we have the same inferior feeling, and we used to stand in side by side as the 3rd Speakers of SMKA Maahad Hamidiah. Im proud to say to ur new school, that i have seen this kid growiing up more than the new school could ever see. Im proud to say that we grew up, learn the world, and see the outcome together. and that not the longest distance could ever part him from being there with us. Because He Is a Part of Us.....

What's The Greatest Thing thats Ever Happened to Me?

A Family.