My little boys

I ended my class at 11am as usual. But dragged it till 11.30am at times to entertain those kids that needed help. Thereafter, i had to look after anthr class. Walked by the other class form teacher, who was sitting outside invigilating for an oral exam, and she said "go into the class. monitor them. Theyre very noisy! Ask them to do their work"

I nodded and headed my way into the other class. Indeed, they were pretty much in a chaotic situation. Guys talking like girls, some even lieing down, some were walking about, while the girls were sitting down silently doing their work.

"Keep quiet! Stop playing and do your work!" I said in a very stern voice. Immediately everyone kept quiet and started doing their work.

As i was checking on everyone, I noticed someone was sitting on a mini dustbin, face covered by the moving whiteboard.

"Sulaiman?? What are you doing behind there? Come out. Do your work!"

But he remained seated. So I went behind the whiteboard to take a look at him.

"What are you doing there?"
"Nothing.....I was angry. They called me suzy. And I got angry. So I punched him. Then I cried. Out of anger. So i sit here. To calm myself down"

I stood in front of him in awe. I felt inferior somehow. Kids are way better than me, afterall. They really had taught me a lot of lessons. Life lessons.

Few minutes later, Adam came into the classroom.
"Is that sulaiman behind there?"
"Yeah"
"Whats wrong with him? Before I left the class, I thought he was fine"
"Ha, ask him yourself"

"Sulaiman, whats wrong?" asked Adam in the most caring tone, with a hand on sulaiman's shoulder, and his eyes looking straight into Sulaiman's. And Sulaiman had the same story told. Adam got furious and was about ready to go to the other bunch of guys at the other far corner of the room, fist clenched.

"No, Adam, dont. I'll punch him myself"

..but he never did though.

I stood there witnessing the whole dramatic scene, thinking, pondering, wondering.
Images of the past were dancing crazily in my head. Years ago, months ago, week ago, days ago.

I managed a smile. But my heart was all torn.

ive stood up for many. but will they do the same?

back to You

everyone's busy with their lives
shouldnt bother them (shrugs)
can't hope, can't hang on them too much
can't depend on humans
coz all they bring are heartaches

and to You, my Lord, the Creator of all
i surrender myself to You

world

woke up to the sun rays shining thru the window pane
so bright so clear oh what a sunny day
another day to live by

why not live it up to the fullest
work for this world like you gonna live forever
work for the hereafter like you gonna die tomorrow

death lingers around
only waiting for the right time to come
come to us and bring us home
to the place where we truly belong
this world aint our home
just a transition to another world