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CANDLE IN THE WIND

CANDLE IN THE WIND



NURNAZIDA NAZRI, M.MIArb, AMCCS

LL.M, LL.B (HONS), LL.B

ziedanazri@gmail.com

http://www.ziedanazri.blogspot.my

Book title: CANDLE IN THE WIND

Copyright © 2016 by Nurnazida Nazri

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ISBN: 978-967-13756-4-8

First Edition: 2016

Published by: STA Enterprise, Shah Alam.

Cover design by: Intan Natasha Abdul Azim

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

To my husband Haris Rani, who has always been there to defend me.


To my father, Nazri Haji Kulup Mahmud, and to my mother, Ham Jamalidah Haji Kamarun, thank you for giving me life.


To my aunties, Hajjah Ham Rabeah Kamarun and Halimah Haji Kulup Mahmud, no words can describe how thankful I am for both of your presence.


To my siblings, Noorhisham, Noorsyafiq, Nursyazana and Noorsyazwan, blood is definitely thicker than water.


To all my students, you are the inspiration behind this!

In loving memory of my late grandfather,

Haji Kamarun bin Mohd Hassan.

Al-fatihah.



I am at a place where I did not want to be at first, and now I am at the same place and do not want to leave.

Nurnazida Nazri

PREFACE

I had never intended to teach. In fact, teaching was the last thing on my mind. I spent six years studying to be a lawyer. Since the first day I entered law school, I had always wanted to join the legal profession and hoped to climb the corporate ladder one day. However, Allah had a different plan for me.

When I was in my final year completing my Degree in Law, I had to do many presentations. There was no time for stage fright nor cold feet as there were presentations scheduled every day. I have to thank the lecturers in my final year who really prepared us to be good lawyers, with good oratory skills. Whenever any one of us stuttered, we got the remark, “Are you sure you want to be a lawyer?” That kind of remark drove us to practice in front of the mirror whenever a presentation was due.

My classmates would always tell me that I can be a good lecturer one day because they said I have a gift of explaining things and making things clearer. I used to get angry at them for telling me that because I really did not want to be a lecturer. At the time, I thought they were actually trying to bring me down, telling me that I was only apt to be a lecturer and not a lawyer. Obviously I did not realise one important thing back then, that a lawyer will never be one if there is no lecturer teaching him how to be a lawyer in the first place.

To cut the story short, I then started my journey to teach and I am still doing it till now. My dream to become a lawyer remained a dream, far beyond my reach. Yet, looking back at the story of my life, I had never once regretted the decision that I took, for this decision transformed me into the person I am today.

I had written this book, not to celebrate my journey as a lecturer, but instead, to rejoice at my students who had changed the way I viewed life. They must know that they had made a big impact on my life with their ‘never give up’ attitudes. So this book is a story about them, and is meant for them. Hopefully, with their stories unfolding in this book, it will also inspire others to keep on fighting. InsyaAllah.

NURNAZIDA NAZRI

Shah Alam, Selangor

2nd April 2016 @ 4.50 p.m.



CONTENT

Acknowledgement

Preface

Introduction

I did

Apologue 1

Apologue 2

Apologue 3

Apologue 4

Apologue 5

Apologue 6

Apologue 7

Apologue 8

Apologue 9

Apologue 10

Apologue 11

Apologue 12

Conclusion

Momentary Storm

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INTRODUCTION

I can still clearly remember the day I knew my destiny will change. I had just completed my Law Degree (LL. B (Hons)) and was eager to start my pupillage for the next nine months. I was still at my auntie’s house in Subang Jaya, packing a few things to bring back to my house in Kuala Kangsar. The exam had long ended but we had just finished our trial, a court procedure-like exam, so that was the reason why I was still in Subang Jaya.

My father had called me two days earlier to inform me that he had already received my results and I can now start planning what to wear on my convocation day. As I was lazing around my auntie’s house, I received an SMS from my father, “Hi, interested to become a lecturer? We have a vacancy here in Seri Iskandar”. I was really surprised when I received that SMS and immediately called him to ask about it.

Apparently, the university that he was attached to was in dire need of a law lecturer. His colleagues knew that I had just completed my Law Degree so they went to him and suggested I try for the position as a part-time law lecturer. It seemed like a good offer, but to tell the truth, I had never imagined that one day I will be following his footsteps and become a lecturer.

I grew up watching him work as a lecturer and I know he really enjoyed what he did. You can offer him another job with a better increment, and he would still choose to be a lecturer. My father graduated with MBA from the New Haven University in the United States. In the 1980s, having a Master’s Degree was considered as something extraordinary and was almost unheard of.

When he first graduated, he worked as a bank officer in one of the major banks in Kuala Lumpur but he told us children that he was unhappy all the time. He did not enjoy sitting at his cubicle all day long as his idea of an ideal work environment would be meeting people and being in a crowd to mingle. So eventually, he applied for a position as a lecturer in the university.

I was exposed to the life of a lecturer at a young age because I watched him go to class every day. However, I also know for a fact that I would never be a lecturer because teaching was not my cup of tea and I detest public speaking. I hate the idea of being in front of people as much as getting all the attention to myself.

Now that I had this offer on my plate, I was not sure whether I should give it a try. I still wanted to be a lawyer and in order to make that dream a reality, I had to start my pupillage as soon as possible. Yet, my father sure tried his best to make this offer sound very interesting. Far more interesting than getting RM 500 per month if I start my pupillage. In the end, I decided to take the offer. So that was how I ended up being a lecturer, and until now, I still cannot put a full stop to it.

I placed my plan to do my pupillage on hold, as I thought that I could always go back to it later. My original plan was to help my father’s colleagues because they were really in need of a law lecturer. Little did I know that once I start to teach, there is no way for me to stop. I really enjoy being in front of the class, explaining difficult things in simpler ways. It brings joy to my heart whenever my students can understand the lessons that I taught and will try their best to improve themselves.

As I had written in my first book, Submitting to Allah, I tried not to limit my relationship with the students within the confinement of the classroom. They are welcome to contact me whenever they have any problems and need someone to talk to. I really love listening to them as it gives me a chance to self-reflect and evaluate the current standing of my own life.

Looking back, I have no regrets for choosing this path as a career. In fact, working with the students has been an enjoyable moment to be cherished every day. I learned a lot from them. Despairs that turned into joy, frustrations that transformed to triumphs and failures that paved their way to success are the kind of stories that had lifted my spirits to continue doing what I am doing now. To this day, I always tell myself that nurturing young minds is the best gift that I had given myself.

I DID

Remember when daddy said "you have to go to law school"?
And you gasp at the idea because you think you are a fool,
Now daddy wants me to be a lawyer,
What happen to my own ambition to become a singer?

Oh I cannot forget the day I enrolled,
The family was there as witness to whole,
We parted with hugs, kisses and tears,
Daddy said "study hard and conquer your fears!"

Classes and lecturers became part of my life,
Statutes and cases were everyday's strife,
Burn the midnight oil was no longer just a saying,
It is literally exactly what I was doing.

The moment I waited for then eventually came,
To walk with the robe when they called out my name,
Officially from now on I am a law graduate,
Nearly six years of tears had finally been paid.

Now remember the day when daddy told me to be a lawyer?
When I grumble and complaint and was terribly in fear,
All that had passed and now I am a proud advocate,
Who knows I can actually do something which I initially hate.

Nurnazida Nazri

APOLOGUE 1

My first task given by the Head of Programme was to teach the Part 1 Diploma students. She reminded me that I was about to teach a group of students who have no background in law at all, and they are still fresh from high school. I had to treat them like a piece of white canvass, and I was the one who had to paint pictures on that canvass.

The Head of Programme also told me not to expect much from them and it was going to be different from teaching real law students. These are the students who do not even know the difference between a plaintiff and a defendant, and would also not care much to learn about it; especially when the only reason they were learning law was because it is compulsory for them to pass in order to receive their Diploma.

I went to the first class with a high level of anxiety that I could listen to my own heart beating. I started the class by introducing myself and asked them to do the same. After that, I proceeded to explain the topics that we were going to learn for that semester. All of them had taken down what I had written on the whiteboard and their eyes were glued to me with interest. “Wow, this is not as hard as it might seem”, I thought to myself. At least I could get their attention in class. Everything else would fall back on that.

Unfortunately, they started to reveal their true selves’ weeks later. I found out that language was a major barrier for them when understanding the lessons that I taught. Sometimes, I spent more time than I had planned to on just one topic. This was because I had to translate every single word in the notes to them. There were times when I thought maybe I was also an English Lecturer as well.

I had known for a fact that the results of these students before they had entered the university were not very outstanding. That was the reason why they were doing the course. Their grades for English was far from excellent. I knew I had to have more patience when dealing with them. Apart from the language, they were very obedient students, always eager to learn new things and would give me 110% of their attention in class.

I received an SMS one day from a student named Zin. He said that he was on his way to see me to ask me about something. He came to my office bringing his notes, a pen and a yellow highlighter. “Miss, I am going to ask you something but please do not be angry”, he pleaded. I looked at him blankly because I did not know what to expect. Then he asked me the question that had him confused all this while, “Miss, what does law actually mean? Does it have another word in Malay?”

I was stunned for a few seconds. I was not sure whether to laugh or be angry. I studied his face. I knew that he came from a rural area in East Malaysia, but he was also very proud of his roots. He was always telling me about his small village that he lived in. Whenever I asked for volunteers to answer the tutorial questions in class, Zin’s hand would be the first one to shoot up. I told myself to give him a chance. It was clear from his face that he was not joking when he asked me to translate the word ‘law’ to Malay.


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