My last day!

Yesterday was my last day wearing my pink teacher uniform. Yesterday, I ended a career which lasted eight years; a career that started off a bit rough, then got smoother around the edges with time.

I have mixed feelings, beautiful memories and a great outlook for the new change coming my way.

I am proud to call myself a teacher. I am proud to belong to this faction of people who dedicate their time, effort and mental, emotional and physical abilities to their learners.

I have loved each and every person I taught. I still remember their names whenever I meet them outside the school, even if years have passed . I am still in contact with a lot of my old students. They have grown to become fine young ladies, and what warms my heart is that they never fail to smile, hug or talk to me each time they see me.

A teacher’s job is far from easy, however, it is very rewarding.
It is rewarding when a girl I taught six years ago meets me in a shop and tells you how she can never forget me.
It is rewarding when a girl tells me that I have changed her life and I was her motivation.
It is rewarding when a student I taught when she was in grade 1 came to visit me seven years later, when I gave birth.
It is rewarding when siblings of old students get excited when they find out I am their teacher.
It is rewarding when my 6^th graders throw me a farewell party, make a buffet, bring gifts and flowers, write letters and cry when I said goodbye.
It is rewarding when I know I helped shape up personalities, build characters and encourage positive thinking.

I may not be the greatest teacher. I made mistakes, just like every human being. We all slack off at times, too. But deep inside, I know I have loved my students like my own kids.

As much as I helped them, they helped me as well. As much as they grew, I have grown with them, too.
They helped me become a better person, a better version of me, a more patient, compassionate and loving person.
I am glad to have got to know beautiful people and coworkers, whom I call friends now.
I am so thankful for this experience. And I’m looking forward to what the future holds.

Two...

She was the ripest peach in the batch,
he just didn’t like fruit
She was a cup of coffee freshly brewed,
but he drank tea instead
She was a sunset;
orange, purple and red;
but he was color blind
She was a joyful parade,
and he was a grey cloud
She was a cool summer breeze,
yet he preferred to stay inside
She was a tear of joy,
well, he never cried.

                                     Nisreen Naja

Celebrating my first!

On April 26^th, 2016, at 10:50 am, I saw his face for the first time. They put him against my chest and the tears streamed down my face. I knew from that moment that I’ll never be alone and I’ll cease being nothing. Because now I am everything, to him, I am his MOTHER!

And as I see him crawling or taking little steps before my eyes, I know that my soul is embodied in that tiny human. My soul is in the shape of my son.

There is no proper arrangement of letters which form words that describe the amount of love I feel towards him. I'm usually capable of expressing myself, however, when it comes to him, I’m speechless.

My whole purpose in life is watching him grow. There’s nothing I want more for him than inner happiness. No wealth, no fame is important, just pure happiness.

I will allow my body to decay as long as he is fine.
I will continue to spend nights standing on my feet holding him tight, until he falls asleep.
I will always smile when I see his face.

May God be content with him. May He guard him and protect him. May he grow to become a caring son, a loving husband and an amazing dad.