I don't know if you can get a clear view at that,but they actually wrote about my childhood triumph.I was the youngest to join Category A that needs children of under 10 years old.No intention of gloating but,we,kids under 10 year olds,already memorize the surah-surah of Al-Quraan before we could even reach to be a ten year old.Even the councilers told us how we ought to be grateful to be given that kind of ability that not everybody can own.Hundreds of kids made an attempt to get to the semi-final and some number of kids were only chosen and luckily,I was one of them.I was rich back then,honestly.I made money by myself.Not that I'm the Olsen Twins who was making millions of money but if you have made it to every stage of the competition,you'll be given a hundred dollar or two.Not to mention the fancy prizes I didn't appreciate back then 'cause I was a kid.How people see you as a smart demurred religous girl who would say swearing would be the last thing she would ever do.When today,swearing is what I do when I first wake up.
My parents got dreams for me.They want me to be an Al-Quraan memorizer.To be a woman who is called,Qari'ah and Hafizah.People around me often told me I would me one,one day.I got words of congratulatory everywhere I went.The friends of my mom's were all so envious and my parents were gratefully proud for what I had archieved.I had also archieved a lot more.I've got Top 10 in Brunei to win the Al-Quraan competition under 10-years old.In the plus column,I was a selected student who made it to the Arabic Preparatory School out of a thousand of students.I still was active in religous activities back in the school.Chosen to be a main reader for any Al-Quraan activities.I was the lead of the Al-Quraan reading activity once a week.
But life isn't always triumphant.I picked a wrong kind of friend.She's a materialistic kind of girl and she taught me about fashion,make-ups,clothings,high heels and all that and I was only an 11 year old! Dad & Mom started to realize the changes I got there and I often got scolded.The next following year was a bit worse.I started to swear a lot.Man,back when I was kid,I didn't even dare to say the word 'pig'! or 'tampar' like,those are the most simplest swear words I would ever say today.But still,I was awarded as the best student in Arabic Language when I was in Year 7.As I moved to year 8,I was a balance of both.I know you don't dig that.What I meant was,I was good in both Academic and Religous subjects.I had gotten good grades and all that at the Mid Year exam.But life ain't any good.My only friends were Zima,Hafizah & Wajihah.I frequently got in scuffle with the other bitches in class.I never had any recognition in class.Like,the poor little geek who always sat at the corner of the room?
But year 9 is THE BEST! ..yet.My first monthly exam was FABULOUS! This year will be my year! I was completely happy and I knew my life was perfect.My social life was goin' well too.Gained a lot of recognition in class and I got the first place in O'level result and third if you mix up both O'level and Religous subejects.But..y'know,I ain't any happy tonight.I'm feeling down.There are a whole lot of depressing days lately.After school hours finished,I would sat down and cried.Nobody noticed and I didn't want anybody to.I had just a touch of a perfect life and everything was snatched away from me.There are days when I feel like I just wanna be alone for the entire day.There are days I wish I hadn't existed.But life needs to go on and .. let's fix the broken.
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