Just A Thought (Part 5)
..and still no feedback. i really didn't know the real purpose of having that progress book during RS. Maybe it was created for the sake of doing it and having no purpose at all. Just like having a batallion of police but still you don't see them anywhere except a few..very few.The only time you see them during big celebrations and such. Let's just leave it there, shall we?
On the other side of the page, i wasn't really keen in sports but i was quite an active person, he would do run, jump and hide. He would play football with one of his neighbours. Literally speaking. i was quite lucky because he had a professional footballer as a neighbour. So, i would just see him level the ball with his feet. i thought that that was rather spectacular how he was able to run back and forth and still managed to keep the ball alive.
i would also play marbles, kite-flying, riding bicycles, go swimming and experince other exciting activites with his bestfriends. They would play marbles everywhere; inside the classrooms, on sand, on grass, on the concrete, everywhere. It was all about who had the most marbles and who had the skills to aim, hit and take.
During those times spent with his bestfriends, i noticed one thing..i noticed that he had no friends who were interested in islam per se. Not that they were not muslims..they were but none of them had exhibited i how to be a outstanding muslim. Most of them were typical. Typical in a sense that everything was the same. Everyone had the same shorts on, everyone had the same t-shirts on and everyone had their minds set to gear S (stagnant)...
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On the other side of the page, i wasn't really keen in sports but i was quite an active person, he would do run, jump and hide. He would play football with one of his neighbours. Literally speaking. i was quite lucky because he had a professional footballer as a neighbour. So, i would just see him level the ball with his feet. i thought that that was rather spectacular how he was able to run back and forth and still managed to keep the ball alive.
i would also play marbles, kite-flying, riding bicycles, go swimming and experince other exciting activites with his bestfriends. They would play marbles everywhere; inside the classrooms, on sand, on grass, on the concrete, everywhere. It was all about who had the most marbles and who had the skills to aim, hit and take.
During those times spent with his bestfriends, i noticed one thing..i noticed that he had no friends who were interested in islam per se. Not that they were not muslims..they were but none of them had exhibited i how to be a outstanding muslim. Most of them were typical. Typical in a sense that everything was the same. Everyone had the same shorts on, everyone had the same t-shirts on and everyone had their minds set to gear S (stagnant)...
