Let us apply this story to our lives and make a change...


Junior Member
This is a very touching story that is worth reading AND also worth
pondering over it to assess ourselves where we place ourselves vis-a-
vis our family and ...

Here is the story of an elementary schoolteacher:

Her name is Mrs. Noriah. As she stood in front of her primary five
class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she
loved them all the same.But that was impossible, because there in the
front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Aziz Sulaiman.

Mrs. Noriah had watched Aziz the year before and noticed that he
didn\'t play well with the other children, that his clothes were
messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Aziz could be

It got the point where Mrs. Noriah would actually take delight in
marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X\'s and then
putting a big \"F\" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Noriah taught, she was required to review
each child\'s past records and she put Aziz\'s off until last.
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Aziz\'s primary one teacher wrote, \"Aziz is a bright child with a
ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... .he is a
joy to be around.\"

His primary two teacher wrote, \"Aziz is an excellent student, well-
liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a
terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.\"

His primary three teacher wrote, \"His mother\'s death has been hard
on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn\'t show
much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps
aren\'t taken.\"

Aziz\'s primary four teacher wrote, \"Aziz is withdrawn and doesn\'t
show much interest in school. He doesn\'t have many friends and he
sometimes sleeps in class.\"

By now, Mrs. Noriah realized the problem and she was ashamed of
herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Teachers\'
Day presents wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for
Aziz\'s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy brown paper
that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Noriah took pains to open it in the middle of the other
presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
rhinestone bracelet with some of the stone missing, and a bottle that
was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children\'s
laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it
on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Aziz Sulaiman stayed after school that day just long enough to say,
\"Mrs. Noriah, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.\" After
the children left she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.
Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Noriah paid particular
attention to Aziz. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come
alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Aziz had become one of the smartest children
in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the
children the same, Aziz became one of her \"Teacher\'s Pets.\"

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Aziz, telling her
that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Aziz. He then wrote
that he had finished sixth form third in his class, and she was still
the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while
things had been rough at times, he\'d stayed in school, stuck with
it, and would soon graduate from university with highest of honors. He
assured Mrs. Noriah that she was still the best and favorite teacher
he\'d ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he
explained that after he got his bachelor\'s degree, he decided to go
a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best
and favorite teacher he\'d ever had. But now his name was
a little longer - the letter was signed, Aziz Sulaiman, MD.

The story doesn\'t end there. You see, there was yet another letter
that year. Aziz said he\'d met this girl and was going to be married.
He explained that his father had died a couple of years earlier and he
was wondering if Mrs. Noriah might agree to sit in the place at the
wedding which was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of
course, Mrs. Noriah did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several
rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume
that Aziz remembered his mother wearing on their last moments

They hugged each other, and Dr. Aziz whispered in Mrs. Noriah\'s ear.
Thank you, Mrs. Noriah for believing in me.

Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I
could make a difference. Mrs. Noriah, with tears in her eyes,
whispered back, \"Aziz, you have it all wrong. You were the one who
taught me that I could make a difference. I didn\'t know how to teach
until I met you.\"

Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will
have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person\'s outlook. It
is you.

Please try to do it in a positive way.

Author : Unknown


Staff member
Subhanallah...why dont we have teachers like that anymore what happened to them

what an amazing story


Junior Member
a beautiful story mashallah

Asalaamu alaikum Jazakallahu khair,
mashallah that was such a beautiful story, it made me cry :SMILY23: it touched my heart so much. I am a trainee teacher and it is the most satisfying thing I have ever done.Inshallah I will be fully qualified in 6 weeks. Children are so wonderful and everyday I learn so much from them. Everytime I leave a placement I cry because I care about these kids so much. And it goes to show we can make a difference. It has taught a lesson this story that every child is important. I just hope I can be such a good teacher, like her. A lot of children nowadays have very hard lives, we need to be more understanding. Alhumdulillah.

wa alaikum asalaam



فَتَبَارَكَ اللَّهُ أَحْسَنُ الْخَالِقِينَ


WOW.. We shouldnt judge a book by its cover should we, because we never know whats inside. It may have an interesting story yet have no morals... or it might be a book with torn apart pages, yet full of adventures...

Jazak Allah for the thread.. May Allah (SWT) reward you for your efforts Insha ALLAH Aameen..



Junior Member
assalam o alaikum
my eyes are a little teary......i guess its because i've had a teacher like ms noriah...
she's the best teacher I'VE ever had:)