With the recent events in my life, I am gradually losing that inspiration to inspire my students. I no longer thrive the thrills and challenges that I am faced with when I try to educate these humble souls...those I hope that I made an impact in their lives, those I have guided to govern the country, to develop our nation or to build a lasting unified society.
My only desire as for now is to watch my children grow right before my eyes, to shed every tears along with them, to share their laughters and to feel their pain. I do not want to miss even a millisecond of it, as the case with Iman, whose childhood barely comes to my recollection. The only thing I remember about her is trying to teach her to count from 1 to 5 in sequence repeatedly although she keeps on missing number 5 and heading straight to 6. That, is the only memory that I have of her childhood which is crystal clear.
This enormous love I have for teaching is on its own making its way towards doomsville and the saddest thing is..I could not care a single bit. I think I better move on to where my heart is set on which is where ever my children are. Therefore God, please grant us a home there in Ruwais as soon as possible!