This year I have joyous Form 2 students who cannot stay put while in class.
Places that I had been to...
Though I went to the Netherlands in 2016, I felt that it was not enough for a visit of only 8 days. I want to see more and be there for a longer period.
I love the smell of the grass during the near-fall season, as I visited Amsterdam, Meppel, Steinwijk and Giethoorn in September.
My sister found a new friend, Marieke, and so did I. I wish I can visit Marieke, Arie and his family. Lovely kind people.
But who kniws, I would be able to smell the grass and inhale the fresh air Holland's countryside!
ABUSE
(written by Norlilawati MN)
2019
A child is a God given
A child is entrusted to you
A child is your source of joy
To be loved and cherished by all
And yet is poorly care and
Sadistically abused by a care taker
Though it’s not easy
Mummy still wants me
She hopes for ebullience
As daddy leaves
And she loves me deeply
As a mother can be
Then I was sent to a devil
in a human mask
The devil that speaks human’s language
That has no heart or soul
Words of abuse
Bawl out every morning
You never treat me well
As if I come from hell
What have I ever done to you,
My so-called “baby-sitter”?
She is a mother of two
But has got no shame
Disguise as a human,
But a witch that I fear the most
Her sins is mounting
That she needs to pay in judgement day
The sins that cast the darkest cloud
That one could feel
Shadowing a child’s life
When I’m tortured and
abused
Life won’t be the same
Cruel as it can be
I need to excrute the pain
Unbridle my sorrow
To seek a refuge is impossible
I’m an innocent child
I can’t say things that I want
But don’t I have my rights?
I’m so mild and fragile
But you put in hot soup,
For I was only a toddler
My worries would not be heard
Nor it be attended to
The pain I was getting
To fade away
My distress feeling are damaging me
My aching body is killing me slowly
My tormented soul
Barely stands anymore beatings
Everything is
Unimaginable to even picture a word
A lady turns a monster
What have turned her to be?
Into heartless human being....
Suffering of a whip
Lash out recurring and repeatedly
Don’t you have the heart?
That could love a helpless child?
Please let me go and
Free into the hands of my mum,
I swear
I won’t tell a single soul
That you are a beast
My misery is eating me alive,
Never a day I hide my smile,
A stigmata ciggerette butts
Can surely tell no lies,
Hardened kicks upon me....
So, I battled death
I received a horibble whiplash
You scourged me severely
That I was only a doll with no heart beats.
Every single day
It is killing me silently
Day by day I pray to God
To make you stop,
Day by day I cry so loud
To make you proud,
Day by day I beg for mercy,
Even though you don’t want to see me,
Day by day I hope for somebody,
To save me from your evil beatings
I told mummy but she didn’t believe
I told mummy but she said no worries
I told mummy but she only felt sorry
And I couldn’t do anything.
You never stop,
Though you look regret
You told me I made you sick,
You told me I made you broken
But I was the one who was broken
My tormented life would never fail
To haunt me for life
There’s no escape for a child my age
Could I just disappear?
Could I just die if that is the answer
I can only cry to unbridle my pain
I can only break in tears to convey my message
I can only say I’m sorry for whatever things I’ve never done
I can only sleep in silents with all the sobbings
I can’t endure your assaults,
I can’t take you scoldings,
I can’t accept your mistreat,
I’m only a child
A toddler that I was.....
How can you think of beating an innocent child?
What were you thinking?
Have you lost your mind?
What were you making?
Aren’t you supposed to care for me?
Why do you hate me so much?
My small body is senseless
That sweet smile has gone forever
“Who killed my baby?”
Mummy screamed frantically
Fell onto the ground instantly
And never regain her sanity
Corporal punishment,
Lock behind bars
Sentenced for years,
Repentance,
Will not bring me back to life
A sad tragic it has been
Such a loss is fore
Though unbearable it can be
Nothing would bring any peace
To a mother of a lifeless child
And a victim of a constant beatings.
1. Aqeel Faris b. Mohd Asrulnizam
2. Auni Damia binti Nor Hafizan
A Poem of the sad passing of a beautiful last of its kind black African Rhinocerous.
Written by Norlilawati MN
SUDAN
It is the sad mourn of the loss of Sudan, the last white Rhinoceros.
(Recited by Aina Hazwani and Arif Iman on 5 April 2018)POEM : THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
“The Circle of Life” Original poem written by Norlilawati MN (5 April 2018) & @ Norlilawati MN Poem delivered by Nabilah and Nawwal during Poem Recital Competition M10 2018. "THE CIRCLE OF LIFE" I. A Baby From the womb To the palms of the gynaecologists, And mum’s arms There he was born In an operation theatre So cared for that He was everything to them A baby born cried so hard his first breath into the world mark the first sign of a living life From the unnamed to a little John A named infant with a mark on the torso... II. A Toddler Tiny tot has very fine hair Sparkling eyes that you have never seen Chubby cheeks and dimple so deep Tap Tap Tap Tap..... He takes his first steps across the hall mum’s and dad’s arms are stretching out reaching the little tots that couldn’t fall Fear in their eyes For he might lose his decidous teeth III. A Child A kiddy steps into his class Awe of the surroundings Colourful yet frightening Teacher is there A nurse is there, Cajoling him to settle down Throwing tantrums and An Outburst so immediately Just when mum walks away... And waves goodbye IV. A Teenager He’s now a sweet 16 A teen that looks at everything... and everyone only to be all against him What life he sees.... Definitely A turbulent one. “Why must they stare at me A lad with pimples? A lad with earings A boy with Gothic compadres... Who cares?” No one apparently..... Only mum and dad Oh what... An agonizing brood that he has been An offspring Bestowed upon them For they say like father like son V. A Young Adult A guy he becomes A challenging path A winding road Can he beat the odds? Is he struggling to get a diploma? “Why must I get that golden piece of paper?” “To get a job!” So they say. VI. A Yuppie A handsome inamorato As he becomes So desired by many Roses In a neat shirt and nice tie He’s ready to leave for work He walks down the street Gorgeous smile he puts on him surpassed his Harry Potter glasses A briefcase to prove his status That takes everyone’s envies for a mistake he doesn’t feel as he leaps into valley rides with the train And head to the city. Marketing executive, A boring job, So, that is what he thought But a job he sees to it that pays his bills and money to feed the belly VII. An Adult A career man he must be Climbing up the ladder of uncertain success. Creativity is his job, Innovative is his pride, Persuasive is his mastery, Selling ideas is all he does. Now he looks for a bride-to-be, That he will perceive, “Should I propose the girl across the street?” He glances at the sea, and we shall wait and see.... VIII. A Married Man On June the first He walks the aisle A family man he becomes and Jane by his side the girl that steals his heart who paints colours in his scintillating existence, Three kids that he always wanted... But only two that survived, For a baby was sick and shattered his dreams. Despair and misery Forlorn he can be... to see young Max so ill tormented he is that no one can heal. His better half is inconsolable Contains only deep sorrow each time she sees John’s potrait with Max, Mark and Mary, Only a shattered dream. X. Grandpa A pappy he is So fond of the community By means of his magnanimity Prodagality, Is the principe that Pappy John is so immersed and so intrigued since his teens. IX. An Elderly So the arthritis has found the older knee and robbed his joy. Saunter the stairs is daunting to him, Perpetually he’s lamenting... “Arthroplasty?” He quizzes himself and the softie wife So, he braves himself Be under the knife, As months have passed by... he struts for a while... IIX. Deceased Disdain he is... As misfortune has seized his eudaimonia life Dispossess him so much that he longs to die... and waited for his time. Succumbed to death in a worrying sleep. The faithful wife rubbed his eyes for the final one; a closure of a man’s chapter in the book of life. IIIX. Grandson A momento of Pappy’s Has grown in docility of his grandchild A heart transplant brought tears of joy Mary gives John his look alike his heart was “sent” to a deserved one; A progeny... Alex; Is the circle of his life. We are all; John, Mary and Alex For we are homosapiens Adamites that breed and see one generation After another.. Burgeoning like mushrooms Proliferate without fail.... Embelish everything We were born, We live, We die, But we grow As our seeds are our circles of life. --------------------------------------------------------- COPYRIGHT : NORLILAWATI MN 5 APRIL 2018
how could you leave me....(T_T)
So what did u bought for me???