Good Story

Kisah Iktibar...

Saya suka membaca kisah sebegini, ia mempunyai nilai keinsafan yang tersendiri..
Nilainya yang boleh kita kutip adalah:
Bersyukur pada yang ada
Gembira dengan nikmat yang diberi
Memberi pada yang perlu
Berkongsi pada yang sudi...
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Tugasan Paling Berpahala adalah Menjadi Teacher
(yeaaa that is what I believe, yang lain berpahala juga, tapi guru paling banyak. Nabi said, 'Sebaik kamu yang membaca Quran dan mengajarinya..' Mengajari itu adalah peranan guru. Apatah lagi jika ajarannya mendekatkan pelajar kepada mengenali Allah. Quran dan agama sudah asasnya, walau apa bidang yang diajar.. Geografi, sejarah, medical, agama, quran, undang-undang, fizik, kimia dan segalanya.. Membawa Allah dalam setiap zarah ilmu yang diajar.. membuka minda pelajar bahawa semua penyakit, benua, isi bumi, ubat dll adalah dari Allah...)
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As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.

However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and good manners .. he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had..

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He again assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and most favourite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came explaining he had got his bachelor's degree. Now his name was a little longer...... .the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines, Iowa, that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.

Jadilah guru yang baik.. insya Allah

Papa.. Baca Kuat-kuat Yer..

Ada yang kirim emel mengenai kisah ini..
Dari mana kisah ni datang.. tidak dapat dikesan..
Apakah ini kisah betul atau kisah rekaan.. tidak dapat dikesan..
Di manakah ia berlaku... juga tidak dapat dikesan..
Tapi.. bacalah semoga ada sesuatu yang baik untuk ibu-ibu dan bapa-bapa sekelian..
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Papa.. Baca Kuat-kuat Yer..

Malam itu saya benar-benar sibuk. Selepas solat Isyak dan menikmati hidangan, saya terus ke meja tulis, mahu menyiapkan kertas kerja yang akan saya bentangkan pada mesyuarat tiga hari akan datang.

Baru nak mula, anak tunggal saya Serena 6, tiba-tiba datang menghampiri. Dan membawa sebuah buku. Saya kerling nampak dia tersengih-sengih manja. Begitulah dia, kalau ada sesuatu yang dimahukannya, dia akan bersikap terlalu manja.

“Papa? bacakan buku cerita ni. Bagus tau! cerita pari-pari, Ina nak dengar,” kata Serena menghulurkan buku bergambar itu pada saya. “Buku baru ya?” saya bertanya berbasa basi tanpa menoleh, sekadar melayan. Serena mengangguk lantas memberitahu buku itu dibelinya pagi tadi.

“Papa sibuk, lain kali boleh tak?” saya memujuk. Serena memuncung, memperjelaskan rasa kecewanya, tapi saya benar-benar sibuk. "Bolehlah Papa?..sekejap saja. Ceritanya sedap?.” Rengek! Serena enggan mengalah.

“Kan papa kata sibuk! Suruh mama baca?..” “Mama basuh pinggan. Alaaa? bacalah papa!” Serena merengek sambil menghentak-hentak kakinya ke lantai. Nyata dia tidak mahu mengalah.
“BUDAK INI?..!!!” Tak reti bahasa ke. Pergi sana!!!!” saya jerkah permata hati saya itu. Serena panik. Dia terperanjat sungguh kerana tidak menyangka saya bertindak sejauh itu. Nampak jelas matanya sedikit berkaca, lalu dia beredar sayu.

Dalam nada sebak, dengan muka yang sebek, Serena beredar sambil menoleh ke arah saya. Dalam suara tersekat-sekat dia bersuara, “Nanti papa bacakan kuat-kuat cerita ini kat Ina, ya papa!”

Saya hanya memandang tajam ke arahnya. Sebaik tiba di pintu bilik dia menjeling saya, kali ini saya mengangguk. Masa terus berlalu, seminggu, dua minggu namun kesibukan saya semakin bertambah. Setiap kali pulang, Serena tidak merengek minta dibaca cerita pari-pari itu, namun tangannya tak lepas memegang buku itu. Mungkin juga dia faham saya terlalu sibuk.

Pada minggu berikutnya sedang saya, isteri dan Serena menikmati sarapan bersama, saya perhatikan buku itu masih dipegangnya.
“Mama dah baca, seronok papa,” kata Serena. Saya mengangguk sambil tersenyum. “Bila papa nak bacakan?” tiba-tiba Serena bertanya. “Mama dah bacakan, okeylah tu!” Nampak wajahnya terkuncam. Saya terus menyuap makanan. “Mama baca perlahan. Nanti papa bacakan kuat-kuat ya! katanya. Saya mengangguk.

Selesai makan saya mencapai akhbar. Lembar demi lembar saya tatapi. Tidak terfikir untuk menunaikan impian Serena. Tiba-tiba terdengar bunyi suatu dentuman yang cukup kuat di luar. Konsentrasi saya cuma terganggu seketika, sebelum kembali memusatkan perhatian ke dada akhbar.

Tiba-tiba pintu pagar rumah digegar, saya segera menjenguk. Jiran-jiran mengatakan Serena dilanggar kereta. Saya panik, sempat berfikir, bila pulak dia keluar? Tadi ada kat dapur. Saya memekik memanggil isteri sebelum meluru ke lokasi kemalangan. Sungguh kabar itu benar, Serena terkulai di ribaan seorang jiran yang sedang memberi bantuan. Saya terus pangku anak saya, masuk ke kereta jiran yang sedia memecut ke hospital.

Darah membasahi pakaian Serena. Nafasnya sesak. Isteri meraung sekuat hatinya.
“Ina?! Ina?..! Inaaaaaaa!!!” saya memanggil-manggil perlahan namanya dipangkal telinga Serena yang berada dalam pangkuan. Tatkala itu nafasnya tersekat-sekat. “Papa? mama..Ina takut. Ina sayang papa, Ina sayang mama, Ina tak nak mati!” bersuara Serena antara dengar dan tidak sambil membuka matanya yang dipenuhi darah, saya kesat darah itu dengan tisu. Namun sekadar cuma. Darah kembali memenuhi wajahnya. Tangisan kuat isteri saya membuatkan jiran yang memandu terus memecut.

Di hospital, Serena di tempatkan di bilik ICU ekoran keparahan kecederaannya.
Masuk hari kedua, keadaan Serena tak berubah. Dia masih tidak sedarkan diri dan terpaksa bernafas menggunakan respirator.

Itulah saatnya saya merasa cukup bersalah. Lalu petang itu, saya bacakan cerita pari-pari dalam suara yang kuat tetapi tersekat-sekat di sisi katil Serena. Semakin kuat saya membaca, semakin merumbai air mata. Kekesalan berlabuh, tapi segalanya telah musnah. Mungkin Serena tidak dapat mendengar jalan cerita yang sangat diminatinya itu.

Keesokan harinya, saya bacakan sekali lagi, masih dalam nada suara yang kuat. Kemudian setiap hari saya bacakan cerita itu ditelinga Serena, sementara isteri saya tak henti-henti menangis. Dia mungkin terlalu marah dan kesal dengan tindakan saya terhadap Serena sejak seminggu yang lalu.

Masuk hari ketujuh, sebaik saya mula membaca, Serena tiba-tiba membuka matanya perlahan-lahan. Saya nampak terlalu sukar untuk dia melakukan. Bacaan saya terhenti, Air mata merembes dan saya usap-usap kepalanya. Beberapa ketika kemudian, Serena memejamkan semula matanya, pejam untuk selama-lamanya. Saya seperti terdengar suara Serena mengucapkan terima kasih kerana membacakan cerita itu padanya.

“Papa..nanti bacakan cerita ini kuat-kuat pada Ina ya?” kata-kata Serena masih terngiang-ngiang di telinga saya sehingga ke hari ini, walau setahun berlalu. Hingga kini saya tertanya-tanya, apakah sedikit perhatian yang diperlukan oleh seorang anak terlalu mahal untuk diberikan oleh seorang lelaki yang bergelar ayah? Saya tidak dapat menjawap, selain air mata yang tumpah.

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Ulasanku

Kadang-kadang kita sering kesuntukan masa, terlalu banyak urusan hakiki dan tidak hakiki yang perlu kita selesaikan.. Dan kadang-kadang kita terlupa ada banyak hati-hati lain yang terkesan di atas kesibukan kita. Kita sering terlupa ada hak orang lain yang kita lupa tunaikan..

Kitasemua sibuk. Suami sibuk. Isteri sibuk.. Ibu bapa sibuk.. Anak-anak membesar juga, tapi masa terpenting tumbesaran anak, kita gagal isikan dengan baik..Kita tiada masa untuk tengok jadual waktu dan kerja sekolah anak. Tidak ada masa untuk melihat anak-anak pandai setakat mana baca quran, betul ke bacaan wajib solatnya, betul ker dia basuh najisnya..dia sembahyang atau tidak lima kali sehari. Ada ke dia masalah dengan kawan-kawan di sekolah...

Selalunya manusia tesedar bila dah terkena..
Sudah terantuk baru tengadah..
Bila dah hilang baru terasa kehilangan...
Masa ada tidak terfikir betapa berharganya ia..

Justeru...
Anak yang ada, jagailah dia dengan baik.
Isteri yang ada, berilah masa dan layanan dengan baik..
Suami yang ada, layani dan hormatilah dengan saksama..
Ibu bapa yang masih ada.. selalulah telefon dan menjenguk mereka..

Kerana apabila semua sudah hilang dari tangan..
air mata darah tidak mampu mengembalikan sejarah dan kenangan..