Wednesday, April 20, 2016
I recollect it like it was yesterday. In 2006, I've missed out much of schools. I never ...
I recollect it like it was yesterday.
In 2006, I've missed out much of schools. I never completed my primary school certificate and high school at the time seemed like a very long way away. Back then, for a complete foreigner to attend local school, it may seemed like an unusual circumstances. It all tend to work way differently in Egypt. You've got to earn it, to be able to attend one. As long as you wouldn't be able to do just that, you'll possibly remain in the Dirasat Al-khasah (the school they've specified for all the children of the foreign families) for unquestionably long period of time.
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Along with the fact that the school's system was perhaps a bit painstakingly inconvenience, you wouldn't be learning much either. The teachers may or may not attend the class one day and you're free to do whatever you'd like. And if there was even a lesson, everybody seemed to have been taught the same thing, regardless of age and intellects. The subjects were writing, reading, listening and speaking in basic Arabic.
It'd seemed like it was forever. I didn't like it there. It didn't feels like going to school at all. And since I'd had no basics whatsoever, I was expected to be there a long time.
Exams session came (Imtihan Tahdid Mustawa), I did my best to practice everything I'd learn, not that there was a lot to learn in my notebook at the time. I prayed and prayed that I could pass, at least so that I could move up a level in another class.
So, we did the exams. I walked in and there were 4 gentlemen sitting behind the desk. I sat, took a deep breath and proceeded. They'd asked me to copy the Arabic texts, read it aloud with concise pronunciation, Quran recitation of the small surahs and eventually, the speaking part. They would ask questions and I've got to answer in a clear and correct Arabic. I thought I was doing badly but just when it'd ended, two of them were saying I was doing remarkably well.
A few days later, we went to check our results. My dad scanned the paper that'd been pinned to the board for our names and there there were. I was speechless, dumbstruck, extremely gratified, you name it. A beautiful dream, that'd been what it felt like.
I hadn't just aced the exams, me and my sister, but we've also managed to finally be allowed to enrol into the public local school (Maahad Ahmad Al-libi Lil-fatayat). To this day, I would look back and I couldn't feel any luckier than I'd been in given the chance whilst other people I know were struggling to get in for many years to come.
The question remained: What did I do to deserve it?
I would've thought the best answer to this is your sincere and heartfelt prayers. Along with a sprinkle of wills and determination, miracles would never be far.