My name is Mohd Amin. I’m born in a moderate family with four sisters and two brothers. I am the youngest and my siblings are married and have their own family. My father is seventy years old and my mother passed away few months before I took my PMR exam. My father married again and I continued my boarding school at Kuala Kangsar; one hour drive from home or two buses from main road to the school. When my father told us his intention to marry again, my siblings just agreed without any comments. Yet in my mind, I have many questions: A stepmother?? In TV all stepmothers are bad. What will happen?? After my father married, my initial perception was proven wrong. Reality is different. Not too bad after all and can be accepted. Thinking positively can change the whole life. The power of believe can make dreams came true. You can live your life the way you wish to. Create your own life and live it with absolutely no regrets. I learned many lessons from people that I met in my life.
Living in the hostel means to manage all daily chores on our own. My father says; ‘keep your own belonging properly or else other person may take your clothes to wipe the floor’. Choose your friends with good attitude; pray and make friends cautiously. Bad friends give bad influents. Nice friends bring to heaven. Appreciate every moment and take every positive thing from those moments because you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and listen with intent. Give happiness to others; and you will feel happiness. There is an old saying “what goes around comes around’.
When we were still children, my father taught us to be fair to all siblings. Every time he bought fruit, the elder ones would count and divide equally to all and eat together. That way also prevented us from fighting for the fruit. Patients and trust was instilled in each of us.
In my college years, I rent a house at Kuantan. My housemates were from Kelantan, Terengganu, Perak, Selangor and Johor. From my housemates, I noticed that everyone has different personality. One of them was a ‘playboy’ and bring home prostitute on several times. Another was a ‘clubber’ and always got drunk. The other 2 person were ‘road jockeys’. They made the garage looks like a workshop, with engine oil spilt everywhere. But not all people are bad even though living under the same roof. One was a pious person. He would pray and read Quran after prayers. He lived moderately. As my parents told me, ‘trust your own judgments; keep your life focused on believing in yourself’. One would not be affected by the indifference group if one had good judgments.
Everything happened for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck.