Zero countdown

SPM's result day. I dressed up, new shirt, new pants, new shoes. With quite high level of confidence but it turned out to be a tearful drama. First, my name wasn't announced as the best results' list. Second, I get only 1A+ 4A 1B+ 1B 1C+ 1C. I cried out loud as soon as I saw the slip. My heart is broken into pieces. Way down my target. I cried so hard, making others wait so long in the line, and few teachers calmed me down, Cikgu Wana hugged me. It was crazy!

Till I noticed no more my surrounding. I called my mum and I cried, she said it's okay. Then I called my dad with still crying so hard, and I knew he was a bit upset as he looked up quite high to me. Then I called my brother, crying and crying before telling me my result. He comforted me by saying that I did better than him and my result wasn't bad at all.

No words in the world could comfort me though. But I need to redha. Allahu. And I made up my mind just to proceed my second choice to further study. Physiotherapy. That's it. Perhaps that's the one I should do and can do.