In need of a teacher II

Whenever I do something, I do it to the best of my abilities. That "something" includes pretty much everything. Sweeping the floor, making presentations, making yearbooks, cleaning the toilet. You name it. There ARE exceptions, though.

"What??? You give your best shot just to sweep the floor and clean the toilet? You freak!!!"

Oh well, I can pretty much read your mind. (I've got a software installed that allows me to read the minds of the people that visit my blog.)

Anyway, in case you don't already know, it's actually one of my principle.

"Where did you even get THAT principle???"

(Grin) Heh, if you don't know, keep on reading. Those of you who already know, well, oh what the heck, just keep on reading as well.

Rasulullah s.a.w said:
“Allah s.w.t. mengasihi hambaNya yang apabila ia bekerja, ia akan bekerja dengan penuh ketekunan dan kesungguhan.” (Al-Bayhaqi).

THAT is where my principle came from. And it never failed me.

So it's only natural that when I teach, I give my all. I teach in hope that my students (which are all Malays) will really understand and remember my teachings. I hope they will all succeed insya-Allah in their SPM and in the end get a decent job so that they can contribute for the future of the Malay people, Islam, and Malaysia itself. All in Allah's name.

After some time, I could sense that my students began to like me. They even prefer me over the real teachers with years of experience. They said that when I teach, they could really understand every single thing. Alhamdulillah.

As they have come to like, I have developed a kind of fondness towards them as well. I guess this must be what all my teachers felt. I guess that's why some teachers cry when they have to part with their students. Of course, that level of love must be achieved after years of teaching the students. Me? I haven't reached that level yet. But that small love is actually enough to make me feel all warm inside. It made me eager for the next class. And it also made me wanting to try even harder next time. It's like a positive feedback mechanism during child labor - production of oxytocin hormone causes contraction of the uterine wall, which in turn stimulate the production of more oxytocin. The cycle will continue until the baby is pushed out of the uterus. Then the mother will hold her baby with such tenderness and love and affection. The baby is the reward for all that hard work. In my case, my baby is the feeling of satisfaction, knowing that you have helped a person (or student). That is something money can't buy, not even Mastercard. "For everything else, there's Mastercard." Yeah, right.

Being a teacher is yet another noble job, not just a doctor. What makes it noble rests on the intention (niat).