Tears...

Hi all..

I shed tears when I wrote this

I dedicate this to my father and mother

Md Rijani Bin Md Ibrahim

Hamidah Bt Sukaroo

They are the reason why I'm still fighting.

Mak dan bapak di Mina, Bapak dah bercukur menandakan keluar ihram (Tahalul Awal)

I was preparing my 2nd draft at that time. Alone in my room, that sentences means a lot to me

Yup...I miss them very much...but that's not the main reason.

I saw mak..shedding tears when she learned that I got kicked out from UTM. That was more than six years ago.

I saw myself 9, 6 and 3 years ago.

The words marked then end of my degree. Definitely not something that could be proud of...but..better late than never...

July 2004 - I learned that I was kicked out from UTM, at that time I was a substitute teacher in a school where currently my father is the headmaster. Mak's tears......
November 2004 - Enrolled for diploma in UiTM Penang
November 2007 - The end for diploma.
December 2007 - Continue studying for a degree in Shah Alam
November 2010 - my tears...

Ya Allah, permudahkanlah perjalanan hidupku, tetapkanlah iman ku, peliharalah diriku agar dapat aku berbakti kepada umat Muhammad, negaraku dan ibubapaku.

I am not the same as I was 15 years ago

I afraid of being alone on the stage. Either talking or performing to crowds, the idea of public speaking was too far away for me to handle. Why?

My Hands Trembling -
My Heart Racing and thumping like it's going to explode.
I would suddenly be insecure of myself...is my pants zipped? Is there anything on my head or behind me?
Gagap!
mumbling...blablabla

Until one day...and a class, and some experience gained during my university period...it is all in the past.

 3/4 individuals suffers from speech anxiety
I was one of the 75% during my teenage years
There's a class conducted by Mrs Shila Razlan for kids age 9 -14 years old to improve their public speaking skills.

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