Reflective Journal Essay

The fighting spirit. What a catchy name for a backing of an article that touched my heart deep and had stirred emotions of mine. I have k at one time this humble gentle worldly concern since the day I stepped my foot on Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM), Shah Alam. We were introduced to this terrible individual named Prof Datuk Seri Dr Sahol Hamid Abu Bakar during our orientation week. I have grown my fondness towards this man on the exact moment he started to dig speech upon hundreds of fresh newbies in our great hall, Dewan Seri Budiman. But I never thought in my slightest mind on how his previous life story would give me this impact.One would never know, behind those smiles he put on his face, there were hardships, spacious ago before he do it to be a successful, acknowledged person now. I can finally extrapolate what life is. God put us in a difficult smudge just to make us stronger and to discover us how to cope with troubles when there argon obstacles come between in t he bosom of journey. I really look up on Datuk Sahol Hamid as he was very(prenominal) determined to achieve his breathing in.How he nurtures the lowliness in his daily routines although he is now an engineer in profession, really do me realize that I have to keep in my mind, I should never kibosh where I came from if one day, Gods willing I managed to grab my dream in the future. Just like Datok Sahol himself, he always reminds the UiTMs students to never forget our responsibleness to Allah S.W.T in spite of the busy and hectic schedule of a student. Above all, I must thank my parents for bringing me up to who I am today. For being unhurried with my attitudes all these while as I consider myself was not very maturate during those days. After all, Gods throw is like a movie, all the devout and bad things are arranged together for the good ending.