What do one say to another, who have laboured 5 years to achieve a measure of success in life? Words, are too cheap and incapable of expressing the desired message across. And for the intended recipients, many such words would fall unheard; lost in euphoria and floating on cloud nine, they have no need for words to utter or hear, for the joys illuminated on their faces and the faces of those who greet them, are loud enough.
Waiting in queue to reach the stage with their gowns half floating, their walk across the hall feels more like a glide. Though the moment may be only a few seconds short in reality, to many, it feels like time has stopped still, and the moment cherished for life. This, is their moment of glory.
To several young blogging friends, I can only convey my heartiest congratulations to you via this entry. Sadly, many of you would be too busy now to be browsing the net, what else reading this.
Fatin, Hatta (PN, next year I think), Minci, Yani; I believe all of you will be walking up that stage wearing your gowns and mortarboard to receive your scrolls. SubhanAllah! May Allah s.w.t. bless you and guide you to bigger success in this life, and hereafter. Keep your mind focus on the job that you have dreamed of, and turn it into a vocation if you can. Give your contribution to the society gladly, and do not ever feel it as a pinch. InsyAllah, Alllah s.w.t. will reward you greatly for it.
As I mentioned, words are insufficient. As such, do enjoy the song, old as it may be.