If you've read the book (entitled The Last Lecture), then let me assure you that this is not my book review, rather it is about my very own lecture...my last lecture.
I am lucky this year to have come back into the education line again, as now a lecturer. Though it is no longer a passion for me to come back into the crowd, I nonetheless admit that education and me berpisah tiada (knows no separation). This week is my last lecture week for the semester.
At this moment of typing this I am still having some whatsApp conversation with my students as we discuss about the exam, the tests that they have sat and also our dinner plan tomorrow. I surely gonna miss this. It strikes 12 midnite now and it's 28/11/2014. A year ago this time I was amazed and was looking forward for 28/12/2013. There's so much I learned throughout this one year, among those is definitely to learn not to do bad things to others as the guilt of doing it, in my opinion and perspective, is greater felt than the torture of being the oppressed. That is also how I learn to forgive. Because only by forgiving I found out that I can stop thinking about the cruelty of those doing the oppression.
Certainly my students had taught me a lot to - of surviving the hardship of living with my past, facing the reality and certainly the joy of having a lot of everyone to laugh with in the class. But I must say, this year being a lecturer, I learn a lot from the students. A lot that I believe in some ways and days that they had realised they were teaching me new things and allowing me new experiences with them, they had taken the pride and honour for having to do it.
A student of mine while doing his survey presentation quoted that the best encounter he had throughout the survey he conducted was to see my eagerness in his survey form. I giggled at that. Another student claimed that he is a very shy person, a young man with few words but during his assignment, he discovered the joy of speaking to random people. He was overjoyed to find this out in himself that he cheered and glowed as he shared his experience during the class presentation. Nonetheless, I also had heard stories of a young girl who had been leaving in the desert and we discussed food variation from the countries we both had been to. Many Muslim students of mine also taught me a few new surahs.
One of the girls taught me the Mulk, in which after that I found out it has become my routine. Alhamdulillah. Another sayyid student taught me the tertib in dealing ilmu and he based his explanation from surah Mujadala. MasyaAllah tabarakallah. I learned a lot. The last thing I learned from my students last few weeks was ikhtilat. I am blessed Allah has sent them to be my students. At the same time, I also thank Allah for giving me the kindness of heart to accept lessons from those, who supposed to be my students, but had taken charge of sharing and teaching me more than what I know whenever they have time and chance to do it. MasyaAllah.
Last but not least, in my heart there is always Dr Maserat who came from Karachi University and I met in the surau one day during zohor. We discussed the issues on academic, Islam and the ways Muslim women wear here in Malaysia.
May Allah keep us company with friends and people who can guide us to the deen and with the best attitude and akhlak towards ilmu. Semoga Allah melapangkan dada kita dan melembutkan hati-hati kita untuk menerima dan menyampaikan ilmu yang bermanfaat.