Summer Sem's Sum up!

Before this summer sem (or well knowingly as Soifi in Jordan) is going to pack his stuffs and leaving, give me a chance to write a brief post all about him. At least he knows, there's a space for him to exultantly receive an appreciation after all the curses this girl always uttered.

(I consider Summer is a man because it seemed strong and brave like most of men will always do)

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"I hate summer, Malaysian hot weather is better"

The girl spoke it out almost everyday as for the first week of Summer probably because it was her first time experiencing an unlikely wild degree celcius hit her not so fair skin.

To find an exact word, nagging.

Hahaha she's so funny, she didn't even remember she also used the word 'hate' during last winter, when the degree celcius reached negatives.

Even animals couldn't understand such this kind of people behaviour. Extra demanded. Really ungrateful.

Did she think Yoporoks is the one who controlled these four season where she could easily complain in that disgusting way like the one she read in l'll Tell You a Story? haha. In your dreams!

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But Alhamdulillah it was getting much better at a moment she realised 'l have to see on the bright side of something'. She had a lot to thank rather than to complain.

"Yes!", she nodded and started recalling.

"What I do love the most about this Summer? Special things please appear!", she begged.

"okay. first and foremost, i love my summer sem schedule. it was just terribly beautiful plan."

"I didn't arrange, but it was already arranged!", she added.

She found her schedule was awesome, welcoming the sunny day with her Tanmiah class at 8 am with a really cool lecturer she had, Dr Najib (even when his students were talking to each other, he would not be interrupted at all but sometimes he did. Also for the late comer he never considered as an absence and took a second round for the attendance). She loved the approach he used while teaching. So light and minimized. May Allah reward him all his blessings.

Fifteen minutes gap after her first class, she walked climbing the 5th floor where the next lecture held. Tamwil. Of course with the writer of the book, the knowledgeable Dr Jabbar. Such an honored to be seated in his class. Teaching with full of confidence and every words came out from his tongue was a knowledge to look upon. The girl never failed to get impressed. You have no idea how details he could explain for every topic we discussed. May Allah protect your days.

Later, Ulum Askariah class which she insisted to review once she got the real point. Because what she would usually do after entering this hall that occupied almost 1000 students was only sitting on her seat and doing nothing. Not even jotted down any notes. Well she already had a reliable past years collection for the examination.
(haha sorry not a bias)

Yes, the classes went straight for hours but apparently she had very enough time to enjoy and relax after 12 before waiting to repeat the cycle in the next morning.

"what comes after?", she continued recalling.
from the smallest to the biggest. from everything that she asked to happen again until the one she hoped to be forever forbidden.

The list went on. She smiled. At least, she accepted this Summer was not a torture.

Until she took out her Quran. By the time she passed a page, the smile shrinked. For everything she did intentionally or unintentionally, knowingly or unknowingly, she asked for forgiveness.

ان الله لا يظلم الناس شيئا ولكن الناس انفسهم يظلمون. يونس:44

Please supply her with bunch of duas for her final exams beautiful souls! :D