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jihada izzah

Born in May 1986, I was a little baby who knows nothing. Day by day, I keep learning new things. My parents, I adore you so much. Nothing can be compared to your love for me, when I got sick, when I fell down while trying to walk, when I made you wake up all night, when I made your days miserable, crying and what not...I know you are always be with me, even when you can’t see me through your eyes, when you can’t hear my voice, when you are not there where I am heading to.


I entered a kindergarten ” Tadika Ihsan” in UTM, Skudai. I can’t remember so much of my life there. The slightest memory do I have is that I am learning to befriend with anyone. And there, I met my best friend, someone I called “Q”. I love the teachers so much, they are lovely caring teachers I’ve ever met. Then, I entered my primary school, Sek Keb Sri Skudai (SKSS) in 1992. In the evening, it is a norm in Johor for the children to attend religious class. The same goes to me. When I was in Standard 2, I moved to another school for a year, Sek Keb Kangkar Pulai. After that, I finished up my primary school days in SKSS. Lots of things happen within those years. I enjoyed each and everyday – entered essay & story telling competitions, be a member of nasyid group, learned how to march, etc.


During secondary school time, I studied at Sek Men Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra (STARP), Kulai, Johor for three years and three months before I entered Mara Junior Science College (MRSM) Mersing in March 2002. In STARP, I lived in the hostel starting from the day of school registration. I had taken additional subject, Arabic language in my PMR exam. In the meantime, I continued my religious study at Sek Agama Bandar Kulai (if I’m not mistaken the name). My friends and I walked to the school in the morning from hostel and later in the afternoon, we rushed back to the hostel to have our lunch and entered the evening class session (academic class).


Life in hostel taught me of everything. I got to know different people with various attitudes. I learnt to be wise in managing my time, my problems, and so forth. I felt happy to be one of the hostel members. The seniors were so kind that I felt as if they were my real blood sisters. The juniors were so cute, paid me respect even though we were not in the same dormitory. My shin-gun “friends”, they were among the most precious gifts I had had throughout my lifetime. The sweetness of the memory remains forever in my heart. In MRSM, the most worth lesson I had was co-operation. Every programme needed us the students to work in groups. The fact was, those experience made me closer to the real world and I was thankful for having good friends who kept me accompany through joy and sorrow.



Matriculation Center of IIUM (MCIIUM), I entered this institution in July 2004. I was registered as a LAW student (great huh!!!). But then, I changed my course. I was not the one who sent the application, but I was surprised to see the acceptance.. Whose that person then?? Till today I don’t have the answer. My father, I guess. I gone through my life there with books and books..haha.. Not to say that I am a bookworm, but it happened to be like that..


In June 2006, I entered International Islamic University Malaysia (IIUM), Gombak Campus. Wow, I got the feeling of university student there. Such a beautiful campus, I like it!! But, it was just a moment. In the blink of an eye, I ended the first semester and the next semester, my faculty was moved to IIUM Kuantan Campus. I treasured my lifetime in Gombak the most. It was not only me felt that way, seniors and my friends too.. In Kuantan, the new chapter began. After all, I survived!!! Thinking of those past time, it was sometimes incredible. Whatever it is, this journey of life I would never forget, as it is the best teacher in my life.




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