I've never really interact with males in general ever since my secondary school days. In fact I've been rather cold to them. Tsk. Adaaaa je yang 'tak kene'.
During my days in Madrasah Aljunied, I began to learn to interact with males in a more positive manner. Regard for the male colleagues and respect for the senior asatizah (esp. Ustz Afandi! Asal nmpk ustaz, mesti tangan nak lambai2. hehe).
Then there are my male students, the betuah ones, yes. But also those from whom I've learnt a lot. On the various adabs (ettiquettes) of a taalibul 'ilm -from the basic ones (which are often neglected, unfortunately), to those I overlooked or never even realised before!
From their questions, I learnt the zeal in deepening one's knowledge in the religion. Their most polite way when asking questions. The humbleness. The willpower & perseverance. The patience.
Their eagerness in helping & serving their teachers, even the cleaners & Cik Salmah (our very own 'noja' :')). In every little way they could. Always alert and conscious of not causing a single frown on the teachers' faces.
Tonight, they just embarked on another phase of their learning journey. To The Land of The Prophets, Egypt.
May Allah Ta'ala Protect, Guide & Help all of you always... As long as you are steadfast in doing what pleases HIM.
كن لله كما يريد، يكن لك فوق ما تريد
(As what Syeikh Ratib An-Nabulsi used to remind us in his durus back in Syam :'))
Whilst at the airport this evening (reached there at about 15/20 mins to 6pm and stayed till almost 7pm to bid them farewell. Well at least whom I managed to bump into as there were big crowds throughout the counters & rows at Terminal 2), I didn't really became emotional. Too distracted with the crowds i guess (such crowds seriously don't help us to lower our gaze! Looking all over the places in search of particular faces, and ended up looking at many non-mahrams instead :((
Now that I'm at home just before sleep, recalling all the experience with these wonderful students, the eyes got all-teary...
And to imagine the excitement of seeking knowledge in Egypt under the hands of the masyaikh, getting to attend the various durus... Improving oneself. Getting to know more about Allah and His religion. Drawing nearer to HIM...
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And to simply forget about JMS.
Hah!