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Walau sudah tiada, tetapi kehadiran kau masih dirasai.. 😒

semalam, Khamis, 12 May 2016, cikgu Rosmawati cerita kat kitaorg 1 kelas.. (p/s, c. Rosmawati ni cikgu Sejarah). dia cerita yang dulu ada sorang ni, kiranya dia ni senior kitaorg lh, lelaki.. masa tu umurnye 14 tahun. dia meninggal sbb naik Roller Coaster. nama dia Taufiq. dia ada penyakit jantung. cikgu ckp org nya Rajin tolong cekgu & degil. 1 hari tu, dia teringin sgt nk naik roller coaster. mungkin parents dia bagi..  so, dia pun naik lah. lepas naik tu, dia koma. koma 2 hari. lepastu meninggal. dia neninggal tu, masa tu tgh minggu imtihan. masa minggu persekolahan, cikgu sebut lah markah semua org. tetiba cikgu tersebut " Taufiq ". semua pelajar diam. seorang drpd mereka berkata " cikgu, Taufiq dh tak de 😒😯"  cikgu pun ckp " eh! cikgu lupa yg dia dh tak de " πŸ˜…πŸ˜… cikgu ckp " bukan apa.. dia dah tak de pun, tetap rasa dia mcm ada !! sbb dia macam budak ni tu ha " - cikgu tujukan jari telunjuk nya pada saya . πŸ˜†πŸ˜… " dia bising mcm Raihana. jadi, bila takde pun, rasa mcm dia ada je. sbb dia bising. " 


sesiapa yg baca cerita ni, saya harap anda bersyukur dgn apa yg TIDAK DIBERIKAN OLEH ALLAH. Allah tidak beri kita penyakit jantung. bersyukurlah. inna lillahi wainna ilaihi rojiun.. al fatihah. semoga arwah ditempatkan bersama orang2 yg beriman. aminn πŸ˜”πŸ’•


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