Alhamdulillah, something reminded me of my past back at SAMER, an islamic school. It was my previous school before I stepped into a science school. My brother and I were having a chat about marhaban which happened to be our same interest. We were both from a different group of marhaban since in primary school. His group managed to be the third for the zone meanwhile my group managed to stay the first until the highest stage. However, we were just the backsinger who always wished to play the 'rawi' part. To be honest, the rawi was just so awesome. Anyway, have I not remind you that our team was not that usual marhaban group? We were legends. Lol. Not really. But, we were just not an ordinary marhaban group. NOT old and dull with the low tempo as the beats, I tell you. We had our own way with the formations of unique shape. If you ever understand. Hehe. Anyway, I still continue with all the marhaban thingie when I first step into the secondary school. They had this competition on marhaban. I took the chance to join the group. I did tell them I had joined marhaban before. Shockingly, the seniors were broking their tradition to let me do the 'rawi'! It was such a pleasure for me, alhamdulillah eventhough I knew it's hard to recite the 'rawi' part. Pheuww, still..I never think I deserved but I took the challenge. It was actually an honour for me to lead the group eventhough I was the youngest among the other group members. Believe me, it was exciting! Praises to ya Rabb, we were awarded as the champion. The seniors were very thankful as this is the first time winning for the blue sporthouse, Abu Bakar ever since a few years before.
I had once join nasheed at my primary age and we won the competition over a secondary school which was the school well-knowned for its powerful nasheed.
I am actually very sad that my nasheed-activities had stopped since I stepped into the science school. Such a waste. I had not projected my voice for so long and it started to sound like a frog instead. Trust me. You better shut your ears when I open my mouth! Hahaha.
Hardcore nya kitaorang practise dulu sampai kena benamkan kepala dalam air untuk tahan nafas kalau perlu. Pemakanan pun kena jaga. Fakta, aku minum lapan gelas air suam hampir setiap hari and tak sentuh minuman berais sampai selesai peringkat negeri. =,= kalau sekarang, jangan harap nak jaga sampai macam tu. Hahaha. Lagipun, practise dulu ustaz akan berdiri dekat hujung dewan & menjerit suruh ulang latihan selagi pertururan kitaorang tak jelas. Setiap petang, ada latihan mantapkan suara dan lenggok. Semua kena komen. 'Hanin, kuat lagi suara tu! Saya tak dengar dekat hujung dewan ni!' . Credits to ustaz Hafizal for all the best moment! May Allah bless us all.
The only picture left to be remembered :
Tak, yang dihujung itu bukan saya :')
SAYA TINGGI!
hahaha
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