They have finally graduated.

It was such a beautiful event from start till the end.

I was very happy for each and every batchmates of mine. We've watched each other grew and now all of them are extraordinary. Some of us are teachers in school, teachers in kindergartens, tutors for secondary and primary students. Some day, they will be travelling around the world whereas some will stay here and spread the beautiful kalimah of Islam insyallah.

"Don't worry Shazaa, next year will be your year. Get their barakah"

A famous statement I received from teachers, friends and mothers. It was suppose to be my year. As one by one raise to the stage, I was at the back of the room. Looking around the hall. I looked my fellow ITMAJ peers, I looked at my asatizahs, I looked at Mateen. "This was suppose to be my year."

But when I looked back, if this year was my graduating year, I would miss alot of experience and the time of my life. I would miss out going to Canada, I would miss going to Irsyad, I would miss knowing Kak Nisa and the Netbolalers, I would miss Bahas 4PM, I would miss getting to know people, I would miss out the Gratis Trip, I would the experience as an ITMAJ student all because I graduate this year.

If I would to graduate this year,

I wouldnt be Who I am Today.