My Story ( flying colours as expected )

   At the end of 1999, our beloved father passed away leaving only a handful of his pension . He was only a teacher in primary school and at that time, I was only 10 years old, my sisters were both only 15 and 6 while my youngest brother was only 2.

   Be it that way, my mother had high hopes and dreams for her children to be as successful as in education like other children. She supported us by selling rojak and several fruit juices at a stall she rented. We once had a shop of our own where we sold fertilizers, but Allah had other plans for us. Early 1998, our district had caught a huge fire, burning down everything we had. 

   Years replaced with another, and my mother continued to struggle to make sure we were able to go to school. She always wanted me to go to Pesantren (Islamic boarding school) where I could learn all matters of Islamic religion in detail. As Allah answers to her prayers, she managed to pay my school fees at Pesantren for the whole 6 years, even though she had to borrow from the neighbours and other relatives while in the midst of paying for my sibling’s fees as well.

   In 2007, I passed my exams in Pesantren with a great chance for me to continue my studies in the Middle East. I aimed that I would have a chance to continue studying by earning a scholarship to the Middle East such as Egypt, Sudan, Algeria and Maghribi. I chose to further my studies in Sudan since my grandmother’s neighbour once studied there as well. While she was in Acheh, Indonesia he told me a lot about Sudan especially the Arabic Language until I knew more or less about the country itself.

   However, who am I to question Allah’s motives being just a minor human who had high hopes. As I was excited of the thought of furthering my studies in Sudan, the one person I trusted to help me fooled me into believing that he would help me go through the process of getting me to Sudan, He left me for 2 years without any education in Jakarta. I once asked about the procedures of registering myself into the Syarif Hidayatullah University but I knew I could never be able to set foot there since I had no money left so I stayed with my cousin.

   In early 2010, I went back to Acheh with a determination of subjugating myself in teaching the holy Quran to students in a foundation for the orphanage while in the evening’s I worked in a cybercafé. A month passes by and I got to know a person from Bosnia through the internet. We exchanged information as he asked about my whereabouts and if I wanted to continue studying or not. I told him that I was waiting to get into Sudan once again in April. He then suggested that I furthered my studies in Malaysia not because he thought that I was unqualified to go to Sudan, but because we Indonesians wouldn’t stand the summer heat and along with the rising conflict in Darfur. After 2 days of thinking about his suggestions, I submitted my documents to IIUM/UIA Malaysia. After about 2 weeks, I received a call from UIA to further my studies in their premises. And this person who suggested me to enter UIA was the one who helped me pay my fees of RM 9878.

   He was the one who offered a helping hand and cheered me on to continue my studies. This person, whom I never met, never imagined entering my life like an angel sent down from heaven giving me the help I knew I was never able to get on my own and never expect anything in return but for me to do well for my future. All I could say was Alhamdulillah. May Allah bless that person and be him safe here and the world after. And to keep my promise, I would find my own source of income to support myself here in UIA since he already has done so much by paying the registration fees for me. At times after class, I would work by arranging books in a private library and catering to help in supporting my life in campus so that I would be able to eat and pay my fees.

     I really hope that I will succeed in getting this degree. Hopefully I would be able to finish my studies with flying colours as expected and will marry soon..Aamiin :)

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                                                                  My Mom