Farewell Atiqah; A Teacher’s Dream

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When lost for a word, call me,
when in a dilemma, trust me,
when actions count, count on me,
when the worst assails,
come flying to me
on Scheherazade's Perisian carpet
with a Parker Pen for me

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any Friday
any week
any month
any year.
I'll be there for you.

If all else fails,
plunge into wisdom remembering,
God helps those
who help themselves.

And in your moments of darkness,
remember, remember
the happy years together.



Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ) Barrister
24.08.2018

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