As usual, that morning, I was standing in front of the class, told a story which would motivate the students. In the middle of the story, I saw some girls were standing in front of the class. I ignored them. Maybe they just wanted to meet one of my students. So, I continued my story till the end. Suddenly, when I finished it, around thirty students of the eighth grade sang "Barakallah my teacher, barakallah my teacher, barakallah my teacher... Barakallah my teacher."
Such a nice surprise. They still remembered my birthday well. Last year, they also gathered around me just to say happy birthday. Now, they even came to the class merely to greet a happy birthday for me, although I didn't teach them anymore. I felt really grateful because of their care and sincerity.
"Hopefully, teacher would get marry soon..." said them. The same pray, for a young teacher like me.
"Amiiin............................." replied them loudly.
Yeah, I remembered if that day was my birthday. But, I just treated it the same as other days. For me, the day when I was born is just a symbol. A symbol that I was born in this world. Other than than, I didn't treat it specially. But hopefully I would be better person in every aspect in this life, contribute more for others and get all my dream, amin. :)
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