on a school visit to SK Bayan Baru

salam,

i haven't transfer any pictures from my cute multi purposes phone yet..so, let me tell you stories and later, i'll update the photos. so,

yesterday, we went for a school visit to a normal school but visiting the special class.the special kids..they were all special..i was crying..no one wanted to be special.no one preferred to sit on the wheelchair.everyone wished to be normal..every parents wanted a normal kid. if anyone asked me 'which one do you prefer?normal or special?'my answer will definitely be "normal"..dun blame urself if Allah tested you  with special babies..they were special inside and outside..they were free from any sin.  jannah will be their next destiny iA...yeah, i just couldn't imagine how to handle them. they were aggressive.some of them were too passive..it took a few minutes for them to utter a simple word. it took a few minutes for them to understand and answer our questions. we went there with a task. we had to choose a child and interviewed him/her. we chose a few as we just couldn't avoid to interview all because the aggressive one always wanted our attention. if you were about to interview their friend, the other will come and distract their friends' attention. plus, we could not find any suitable questions for them and the only thing that we could do was observing and conducting activities. we tried our best not to burden them with any bored questions and activities. they were different from the normal children.

there were a group of few students who could not even utter any single words. i asked him 'what is your name?'. i was shocked when he replied me with mamamamaam...he mumbled those words. i had to bring my ears a little bit closer to him in trying to catch his words. but, nothing could i understand. i failed..i failed to understand him. no self expression and facial expression. we gave him a pen and a piece of paper.oh my goodness,owh my dear baby..u couldn't even write..u couldn't read..u couldn't speak..u're special.a special gift from Allah to your parents. according to his teacher, he was special..usually, anyone who suffered from that problem couldn't survive long but he did very well. he managed to survive until now. his head was quite big..bigger than the other normal (special) kids.

the other girl who was trying to tell me her name suffered from the same problem. physically, she looked normal. i just couldn't understand her words. i asked her 'what is your name?'. she did try her best to answer me but i just couldn't catch his words..i kept repeating the same question again and again but nothing could i understand. i sang a song and asked her to follow me..owh, she did very well.she could imitate my words and actions very well although i just could understand a few of it..she was over joy when we gave her our big applause and showed her a good sign and patted her back.

Syazwani. what a beautiful name. her name portrayed her appearances. she was beautiful. she was cute. physically, she looked like a normal girl but intellectually, she wasn't. she's a slow learner child. it took sometime for her to answer our questions. she was still confused with her own age. she could spell her name but her spelling was wrong. she loved writing. academically, she's quite good but the only thing that restricted her from following the normal syllabus was slow. she's slow in everything. this girl needed someone to urge her. she would never do anything without instructions.if you instruct her to write A, then only she will write it.if you say nothing. she will do nothing.

adam, a dyslexia boy..he loved drawing. i gave him my book and a pencil. he kept drawing a few picture of orang lidi. he did answer my questions before i gave him the pencil and papers..once he started drawing, he lost in his own world. no matter how funny your story or how interesting your questions..he would never get interested with it. just keep quite and sit silently by his side..it was not easy for me to get back my book and pencil as he refused to stop drawing..ending, koyaknye buku mak cik..pergh..sabaula.nasib a few pages je..

10 minutes interactions with thousands of experiences. i wish i could have more time with them. educating them was not an easy job. it needs patient and passion. some of them were so slow and some were too active.some of them were talkative and some were passive. my first expression was 'omg takutnya' when a big special boy held my hand . no facial expression. he looked at me and held my hand and went away without answering my questions..rupa-rupanya, dia xpandai cakap..i think he's about 12 to 13 years old..agak2 kan he glanced at me because of something maybe.maybe, he wanted to wish tq but not even a single word came out from his mouth..maybe, he wanted to wish me thank you for holding his hands and help him to stand up.hurm, i was happy outside but inside, i was crying.