The heart speaks for itself….

By: Normi Zafirah Bt Mohd Isha

It is hard to say things that you really trying to avoid which is FAREWELL… What can I say about the Autisme Centre is it is really teach me the meaning of life. Seeing the teachers trying their hard in making the autistic kids manage to stand among the other normal kids really make me proud of them. For the first time I came to this Autisme Centre, I thought that the students there are kind of like stupid but when I reached there it really proved me wrong. They look really like normal kids but in term of behaviour there are some of them who really like to be isolated from other. It is like they live in their own world, but it is not a problem though. You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.

Apart from that, in every of our visit, we usually will do a task that really need team work. I am really certain that this CAS activity is actually the one who strengthens the bond between our classmates. We share bitter, sweet and every moment together. We did many things together such as tutoring kids, gardening , making the murals, decorating classes and etc. Not to forget singing song with the kids there. We really have so much fun thereJ In this CAS activity I also learn the meaning of friendship because sometime our friends in class are very different in real. Somehow I can more understand my friends as we usually share our problem while doing our service there.

What else I can say rather than thumbs up to me and my friends as we successfully make our CAS activity absolutely fun. Doing service with all our heart put in it really make me forget about my IB busyness in KMB. Yeah.. I enjoyed my days doing services at the Autism Centre.

To the kids there…..

May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through. We ♥ u

flashing back....

while walking to the class yesterday..i passed the kinder garden in our college..I saw a kid was crying coz he didnt want to go to school...my intuition said he might want to just stay at home...Why my intuition said so??? because i have faced this moment before..I still remember that moments though:)

when I was 6...I think I kinda love school very much..My mom said that she sent me to school ever since i was 3 years old as i always insist to follow my sister to kinder garden...

then when I entered year 1.. I was so mengada-ngada by making my dad staying out of my class and watch me study:) He was so "Sporting" I guess...He sacrifices a lot for me...I still remember when I was in Year 1, Fasting month was in the school day..and ehem ehem I was not fasting frankly speaking;) helo0 rilex la 7 tahun je;) hehehe...ok then my dad brought me the food and He accompanied me eat those food at the canteen:) hahah...abAH sangat baik la...:)

Then when I entered Year 2, my family and I emigrate to Teluk Intan..and as usual..I cant survive in the new environment..hE..my Abah..My Dad!! he accompanied me again to school:) I still remember abah brought my sister and I to school by his motorcycle..and I was sitting on the front part..which means I have to put my leg in the basket!! I really hate sitting infront coz im very ashame with my friends as they always said i was too spoil..Daddy's daughter or something like that...and believe it or not my dad still insist me to sit in front even when I entered Year5...he said that he afraid that my leg will get stuck at the tyre or something;) huhu since I was so insist to sit at the back, finally he allowed me but every 30 seconds I guess he will remind me to open up my leg...hehehe..He was very caring!!:) sayang abah....

There was also one time my dad had been busy with his work and he went somewhere if im not mistaken...and my mom forgot to pick me up...I was very lonely waiting someone to pick me up:( i was hiding ever since i saw someone especially teacher pass by the bus stop as i dont want them to send me home:) finally after 2 hours of waiting my mom came..and ask me for appologise..she saw me crying...and finally she also cried with me:) really cant understand her..I think she really understand me:) till now she said that she feels guilty for not picking me up by that time....

there are lots of things were playing in my mind right now...It's all memories that i woult tend not to forget somehow even for one second of my life.....

last word from me..I love my Ibu and Abah damn much..there are very precious to me...