358. Teachers, you save lives. 

“You save lives.”

I finally got round to reading the cards from Teachers’ Day, and I got positively choked up, up till I read this one line in a card. Then I started crying. I may have received the awards but the words gifted by my students trumped it all.

  
Anybody will tell you this. Teaching is a challenging job in its own right, and when you throw in many other pettiness into the mix, it becomes a downright difficult and thankless job. I know many teachers whose souls have been broken by the system, but keep showing up each day for years, because of a beautiful love for students and the service. I’m not sure if I’d last as long as them.

As I received the Caring Teacher and Most Inspiring Teacher Awards yesterday, I give thanks for the recognition, but I also wondered how many acts of love and service by others go unnoticed. Is that the nature of it? Ah, teachers. It’s in the quiet moments spent with a child, the little nudges of encouragement, the extra time placed in to ensure a life gets a touch of difference. It’s about being able to go to sleep at night with a grateful heart.

I hope we all realise, teachers or non-teachers, that the little acts of kindness we do, no matter when we actually feel kind or not (God knows how many times I feel downright terrible), makes a huge difference to others who are struggling quietly. So may we be kind.

“You save lives.”

5 years from now, I don’t know where I’ll be. I just hope it’ll still be in service to others.

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4 thoughts on “358. Teachers, you save lives. 

  1. I’m in my fifth year of teaching at a primary school in Malaysia. When I started my training, I did so because I loved English. I was passionate about it. I never thought much about the children that I would one day meet. When I started teaching, I was a little shocked. I had no idea what I had to do. I wondered if I’d chosen the wrong profession.

    Now, I cannot imagine doing any other job that does not involve children. You’re right. Sometimes I feel broken and overwhelmed by the expectations that the job requires. There are times I feel like giving up because this job is not just a job that you do in school. It’s not just about getting something done. I worry and worry and worry all the time that I’m not doing enough. That whatever amount of hours I put in, I can never seem get to the end of the list.

    But the children. The children. How they give hope! Being with them helps me to remember and to keep faith. To hold on. I struggle with my own personal issues but they help keep me grounded. They deliver reminders from Allah every single moment I’m with them. Alhamdulillah for that.

    Thank you for your beautiful and honest posts. Both on instagram and here. Somehow, Allah gave me the chance to stumble upon your insta account on a day not too long ago when I was particularly feeling low and depressed. It is strange, isn’t it, how the words of a person you have never met can give you so much encouragement. I thank you and I thank Allah for that. May Allah bless you, dear Atikah. I’ll be honest I’ve only read a few of your posts here and the same for your insta but in syaa Allah I will keep reading! Hugs and kisses all the way from Gua Musang, Kelantan, Malaysia.

    -Sumaiyyah

    • My dearest Sumaiyyah, thank you thank you thank you! MashaAllah, your words indeed contain so much beauty and love! I can only imagine what an amazing teacher you are, and I hope you’ll never forget that. It’s strange, indeed, isn’t it, how two completely different souls can meet and find so much similarities and camaraderie! I’m so glad my words have helped you, but I’m also really interested to find out your story!! Could you send me an email at thetudungtraveller@gmail.com and we could keep in touch?

      Much love,
      Atikah

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