#NARRATIVE ESSAY

THE DAY OF HAPPINESS.

It’s one of the day again, where your facebook news feed will be floading with the same topic, the announcement of spm result. For some, its a matter of life and death, for some is just something to get over and done with it.  For me, it was different. It was a beginning of building a life. This is the day that one thinks about.

 The gate was wide open, welcoming me with a smirk. It was nice to be in the school again without any school uniform. I continued my journey, other students, which is my friend existed joined me through the long walk to the hall. I ignored their comments on how nervous they are , how they are so afraid they were going to not getting straight A’s. I was always friendly in school, but it just seem to me that the case, was somewhat annoying at the moment.  Each step became heavier when I entered the hall.

The noise becoming louder, people celebrating, after their names was announced as a near miss and  straight A’s student. I was sitting down and gulping along the time waiting for my name. The list become shorter and shorter. I could felt the heartbeating through my sholders. Yes, that was my name was announced. The tears rolled down my cheeck. After kissed my parent’s hand, I stepped slowly to the stage, received the slip. After some photo shoot, all my juniors waved at me and congrate me for this achievement.

I was not boastful, I was not vain, I was proud who I was. My handwork was paid off. My deducted sleep time was also paid off. I am still glad and thankful even only being a near miss student. I did not believe that i could score that much, feeling like heaven. But others always ask me why did not i sad because not getting straight A’s, I simply answered “Allah knows what is the best for His slave, and He will pay as much as His slave did and strive foor it”.  I was so grateful after Allah had given a happiness to both of my parents, through my result. SPM is just a phase.