Everyone is talking about it. and what a beautiful story.
Of love for Islam, love itself and its sacrifices.
I think i saw Fazli almost shed a tear. (hehehehehe)
when the two main characters was introducing each other, my mom chirped in, ‘Saya Aisha. Saya Fazli.’
but of course, i’m no match to her. her eyes itselves can make any guys quiver. and all that she goes through for her husband, MasyaAllah.. i dont know if i can go through all that.
i am really disappointed with some remarks of an educator towards her protege.
i believe that everyone deserves a chance and if she is determined to get it right, by all means. and as an educator, you should be the one to encourage her. put your feet firm on the ground and stand by her. crawl with her if you need to. she is your charge and she is your responsibility.
i think that you are coward. indirectly forcing her to give up. why? are you afraid that you have to put in extra hours? or are you afraid that it will affect your performance bonus if a student of yours fails to achieve a good grade. what happens to the passions of teaching? aren’t teachers suppose to encourage their students. be there for them?
it pains me to see someone young trying her best and yet come home with frustrations as there are constant suggestions to drop a subject, which she works very hard for. she fails this time but she is very determined and i can see that in her eyes. who are you to deprived her of her passion? who are you to know whats best for her? and as far as i can see, its just the Mid Year. its not too late. ITS NEVER TOO LATE.
and, if you need to single out a student’s lack of performance, being the mentor, i’m sure you’re armed with high EQ. ever heard of self-esteem? students have pride too.
if this is how most educators are gonna be, God bless us. i shudder at the thoughts of the outcome of adults in the next generation.