چکیده:
I am telling you about a memorable choice. Drowning in passion to become a teacher, I had chosen the field of Arabic Language and Literature. The counselor used to say: This is a good choice, but I wish you had chosen a better field; your rank is compatible with better majors. But I had made my own decision. I knew that life is a picture whose pen, paper, and color depend on my choice. In my imagination, I had put on the shoes of childhood and remembered my mother, who, after school ended, would take my hand and lead me from my grandmother's house to our home. The sweet scent of the jasmine flowers in my grandmother's alley still creates a stir in my mind. On the other hand, I remembered pure and unique moments; times when my father would come to our class to visit the school, and in that position, he played a different role; it was as if the other 21 students were all his own children. He would distribute his smiles and admiration among everyone. When he took a piece of chalk to solve an exercise, I saw him as the father and teacher of the entire class.
خلاصه ماشینی:
I said to myself, I wish the teachers of this subject would teach Arabic to students with a seasoning of love and life.
I know that this sacred sanctuary is not a well of grievance where I throw my longings and hear its voice, but I ask you, teachers of Arabic language and literature, let us come from today, see beauty and teach beauty in the Arabic class.
Immersed in the passion to become a teacher, I had chosen the field of Arabic Language and Literature.
On the other hand, I remembered pure and unique moments; times when my father would come to our classroom to visit the school, and in those moments, his role was different; it was as if the other 21 students were all his own children.
I was accepted into the field I had chosen with passion: Teaching Arabic Language and Literature.
The day I performed my first teaching for internship, I initially asked the students: What do you imagine Arabic to be like?
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