The Magic Of My Golden Compass

This is the picture of the School that owns my very purpose in life.

Some related writings were provided for us to have a clear illustrations on why we consider the School as the GOLDEN COMPASS

The School is just six and a half kilometer away from The” REFERRENCE POINT OF ALL ROADS IN MINDANAO (0.000 KM).Being within this vicinity is a pride and a thing to consider. Any one will say that we were bit lucky. Yes we are, but in terms of Economy and Education we are far from anybody’s expectation. Knowing that farming is our major source of income, only few have financial capacity, with regards to Education. This makes the people decline on sending their Children to School. That is why the recognition of the school was to their advantage

The School is conveniently located at Bobo, Piagapo, which was named Geographically, “BUBONGA-MARANTAO, MEANS OVERLOOKING Marantao”. It was created through the earnest effort of the Macatanong Family, most specifically Hadja Nawarah A. Macatanong, Superintendent of Marawi City, Lanao del Sur and with the initial effort of Sultan Saidamen Hadji Daud. This School is jointly implemented by the School Principal and the Community. Now with twelve Faculty Members, two of them were with an itemized positions and six more coming itemize positions. With this fast growing development, we can generalize that it was progressive for the past four year.

It was created March 2, 2003 and was recognized on the following year. A cycle of its history confused others while few were amazed. The School’s documents was initially address to Ilian in which its most progressive development occurred. At an early stage of its implementation, it was denied by the said address due to accommodation problem. The school management and the implementing officials rushed to be cradled by the neighboring barangay-Bobo, which is just a half kilometer away from the approved site. It was almost done when an alternative of mediator won. Like a picture of the past, the school management pack-up necessary things and returned to where it belong. It was a three fruitful life that the school shed with the people of Ilian and the Central Elementary School where it was housed.

The School discovered its necessity on some related things that includes permanent site to accommodate Buildings, furniture and fixture that its location cannot provide. Like boxes of puzzles which were done for solutions, an alternative provided was possible. Soon after the approval of its transfer to Barangay Bobo, the school management and the Faculties bound to say farewell to Ilian. Without much ado, the faculty members and the management say ADIOS to the place and follow the GOLDEN COMPASS.

NOW, a haunted place became a site for learning. Built from within are two-storey building with six classrooms that housed all the needs of the school and the students. Surrounded by tents of all year level; from first to fourth year, viewing like a Palace with it newly build Stage on the Hill. Where else could fear find the hearts of the students and the members of the Teaching Force when they are bounded by surety and confidence of depending on the VISION & MISSION of the School?

The School will be celebrating its four year of existence this summer. The most congested conditions they have for the past was replaced by the amazing view of the school presently. If everything sounds good, it was because the management and the Faculties were united, leaving no space for uncertainty.

KIRIM

Kirim is a Maranaw term for a notebook. This symbolizes an old notebook that contents any of the adventure of Bantogen and his Clan. The stories with in this Notebook are series of stories by episode. The most popular stories among his adventure were love stories, leadership, heroism and other related stories that make him distinct to the other Darangen Characters. On love story, was a story on “kapagondoga” of which he broke with the mother of Payongan because of jealousy? He noticed a necklace on his child and happens to be similar on his. He thought of Mabaning to be courting his wife, and the same might be a gift to his wife. The said jewelry represents their clan. Without justifications, he sent his wife home, leaving two daughters in “lamin” (royal House). The lonesome story expanded waywardly when the younger daughter look for a mother to breast feed her. The touching story ended on the realization that his wife was his first degree cousin. The necklace belongs to her because she is a Royal Family in Bumbaran.

That was one of the kirim that most Maranaw enjoyed in reading. On this school building its serves as kirim to the students, the faculties and all those who wish to discover its existence. The pathways, stairs, windows and all parts of the building instill a never ending story, sub-divided events and chapters. Like that of the kirim that every pages brings us to know about a story, or an episode of Darangen. As we opened the door of its Hallway, it portrays another stage of management by another head and generation of students. Phase of this school is totally dependent on time. The story we have now will be tomorrow a legend.

These paragraphs and phrases described our School'existence. I just condensed them here to justify my header. The following Paragraphs were my compositions that reflects my struggles. many times we were denied by the original address of the school in the absence of integrity

:The Magic of the Golden Compass

Once upon a time there came a man with a “GOLDEN COMPASS” He arrived in a place which to him his home. He sat under a shade of the place which instills his trust and confidence. He starts knocking at their doors for many times but no one was there. He glances at his Golden Compass and wonder whether he was really on the right direction. He noticed the compass to be directing him to the East, but he was in East. He knocked again until he was mistaken to be a beggar, doors were closed. Wondering of nowhere, he diverted his compass to the North. The people were astonished by his direction, but he was welcome. The man with the golden compass started to settle down, although he disorganizes the people with his anonymity.

The people of the East learned that he was not a beggar but a man with a golden compass. The people of this place think of best mode in entrapping him. He was caught and was brought back to the original direction of the compass. When he was there, keeping his compass in hands, naughty boys came to play with his compass. They thought it is a toy. He cannot avoid the boys, and think rationally of depending his compass. He must find a place that can understand the best of this golden compass.

Alas! The man said. I must redirect my compass again. He retuned back in North and he was given the same treatment before. They knew that he was not a beggar nor a peddler, but a man who bring with him a compass that directs the well- being of the people and the community. He was provided with a place that can be regarded as sanctuary for a golden compass and all individuals who believed on the “MAGIC OF THE GOLDEN COMPASS”. The man live happily ever after with his golden Compass.....THE END!

The Ballad of Son's Heart

This picture was taken less than a year of my mother's death. With me in this photo is my youngest son on his Elementary Graduation, April 2, 2007.
He is that son who never appreciates any single hug and kiss from me. He grew up with his Grandma and automated his heart to her. I never win his heart even after the death of his Grandmother.
The next paragraphs were the products of my memory which I wrote for him on the School's Literary and Musical Contest, February 8, 2008. He won the heart of the audience with a high applause. I supposed, his being the champion was not for his delivery and contents but for his mastery. He interpreted every lines with showers of tears. The audience believed that he understands what he was reading, but when they discover that his number is his true story, they ended their applause with tears.
I dedicate this writing to his Grand mother whose second death anniversary will be observed this coming June 23,2008.



Building our tomorrow as it develops in my heart is motivated by parents, especially mom. No sweetest word ever grew in my heart than the word “INA” for I grew without father. When I start having friends and get acquainted that a child should have a mother and a father to make them complete, I’m sure I lack the later. My eternal quest of having one is to carry me ho0me on his shoulder can never happen like my friends. When we’re going home from a long walk with my grandma, I ask her the same and carry me in her shoulder. My grandma explained that I must not ask her to carry me in she is too old to take the risk, though it happens early in my childhood. My rapid growing weight let her surrender for this purpose, so I utter silently, who shall be my father. I have not seen one, ever as I remember.

When I’m four years old, my grandma has tried much effort, pushing me back on my mother side. A query in my heart has an initial explanation. The way I understand myself as fatherless is not real. I was only adapted by my grandma when my mother undergoes an ovarian operation. I must be back to my mother in preparation for my pre-schooling. In a medium size plastic bag, I tried to load all my personal belongings. My grandma held me not to load everything for I’m hurting the plastic bag. This must be too small to carry everything, anyway. I’ll be seeing her frequently. Such is the promise that my grandma has to motivate me in going back to my mother’s custody. It really hurt me that I tried to recall my peculiarity. My unaccounted peculiarity might be the reason for my grandma’s withdrawal on me. My father has enough capacity to carry me out and so I start screaming to gain back my grandma’s sentiment. I have not observed any droplets of tears on my grandma’s face. I must be a naughty child that is why I am rejected.

On my first night stay with my mother, it seems a sleepless night for us family. I’m convenient with my grandma’s scent than my mother. Clinging to my grandma’s neck is the most scented rather than any perfume in the world. My expanding loneliness made me reject all the sweet that my mother have, when she comforted and hugged me forcibly. I am not inclined to be hug by a much younger person compared to my grandma who is already 67 at that time. My mother starts touring me on her business and my brother’s own business. I can have any of this if I stay. My grandma cannot provide me the same, considering her age. Her lenient explanation is meaningless to me. My grandma’s love is enough to provide me everything. I start to think of ways that may bring me back to grandma.

Considering my short stay in my new environment, I observed that mother is taking a nap after lunch. This might be a chance for me. The moment has done me a favor. While my brothers were gone for school, with only me and my only sister at home, together with my mother’s deep sleep, I initiate my plan. I try to trace every foot step we had with my father upon our way to my mother. Together with our most loyal dog, named Gardo, I start tracing where can I locate my grandma. Our only dog served as my tour guide, until I found my old home. I know that the tallest coconut tree near our house will do me a lot and serve as my marker. I serve the Salaam that my grandma has taught me upon entering once residence. She ran and hugged me. On the moment I did the same. I felt her tears pouring down my shoulders. She must have a hard time, like me, and I start sobbing too. Such is the scene that I cannot forget, similar to my last hugged at her dieing bed.

How ever, with my early adolescent, I understand the motives of my grandma. She pushed to build my tomorrow. Losing her with my acceptance of having a biological mother is different from losing her at dieing bed. It caused me more reservations and minimizes hindrances on my future. It turns me and likely losing mother at a different time with the same gravity of losing one. Though my grandma love me more than any woman in the world and likewise, but I believe, no one surpass the care of my biological mother. That is one of the reasons, of my being now. She guide me how to become one, she shows me the right path to success. I am convinced that our tomorrow depends on the guidance and motivation of a mother. Indeed, the fulfillment of every dream rely more on discipline, sincerity, and all those words that support our commitment in life. Undebatable, it is we ourselves building of tomorrow and our parents as a foundation in order for us to find a better place in the society

Tales of Motherhood

The paragraphs that I'll posting here instill my whole being as a mother. In my early parent hood, I give up my carrier in favor of my family. My accademic qualifications were merely for decorations including my two diplomas in College.All my documents were kept untouch until my children were ready for my absence when neccssary

Every lines of these paragraphs are dedicated whole-heartedly to my children for they are my inspirations in writing.
Stories on motherhood are the most popular among parents. On a party, you will be acquainted on mothers whose usual quotations revolved around Motherhood. On jeepnys, louder than the roar of engines thus those mothers boast for their being superstar on motherhood. The same is true on market place. Mothers tried to grasp all their offspring’s favorite just on perfect motherhood. Where else can we find mothers? We see them mostly on washing area. With their delicate hands, they separate the latest fashion shirts and dresses of their children. We are touch by their genuine loves. But, we are more interested on the cycles or may be a legend of how it is being started. We shall extract this cause to its relativity.

A mother is biological or social female parent of an offspring. The first, a female got pregnant until the fetus is sufficiently developed to be born. The mother then goes to labour and gives birth. The later, the title mother is often given to a woman other than biological parent, if it is she who fulfils the social role. This is commonly either an adoptive mother or a stepmother. Both mothers have fulfilled the primary role in the raising of children. This stage cycled and the new born will have new born, and the tale of motherhood begins.

On the first sight of the new born upon birth, an undefined cries filled on the delivery room. It might be an amazing cry or a cry of queries. If it is an amazing, we consider it normal. But if the cry goes for queries, the tale of motherhood continued. What if the wonders of the new born is a hope for a better mother, it prospects a good signal. When they grew up, they discover it to be the opposite, and so the first frustration arises. Upon maturity, she starts liking the opposite sex, prospering to have faithful husband to be her permanent mate. If this turns positive, then, complications failed to reign in the womanhood of the later. But when it is the reversal of her fortune, frustration is repeated. We lost control of our faith in relation to companionships, and so we double our effort to have an adorable baby that may surpass with the rhyme of most mothers on the first paragraph. The tale of motherhood settled on its final stage.

When we start being responsible, we put everything on the last of our priorities. We tender to concentrate on our offspring, because of its delicacy. We fear to mishandle things, knowing we played the final episode of life. If everything goes wrong, our life is tomorrow a legend. The way we prepare for the future of our children will serve as pattern and the next generation will gain the consequences. We serve as model to them, being the only mate they idolized all through out their life. It is not impossible to miscarry on our responsibility with our parents. Too much attention has been devoted to our children. If we succeed in doing the same, the tale of motherhood can be refreshed on to the next mother…and that our daughter, and the daughter of our daughter.

It is not a surprise to discover mother to pledge everything for the sake of motherhood. Even in a sound sleep, she used to picture things to be, intentionally for a child. She tries to be the best, the beautiful one especially on affair that exposes her identity as a mother of the later. She become fashion conscious in order not to embarrass the one. The way she act and move, the self expression, including her socialization are determined by the fact that she is indeed a mother. Generally, her entire whole being is dedicated to the child. We sometimes regard this as a sign of martyrdom. She hid the bitterness of life to free the child’s emotion. If this exists in motherhood, then it pictures a bright tomorrow for the child. This can be another tale of motherhood, regardless of their nature. There might be the same mother who assumes the same responsibility but may differ on their applications. This is the reasons why, prime mothers are fond of relating stories, both fairy tales and true story, purposely to convince their child that being good is different and to be bad is another. We shall leave a real tale of motherhood to our children in which the characters are ourselves. This may be told by our grand children to their grand children.

Deepness of Commitment

After retiring from busy house keeping, I commit myself to run a school which is the realization of my dream.I want to have a legacy which provides an everlasting memories not only for me but for my generations

The photo displayed was taken during the Ist Baccalaureatte and Commencement Exercises, last April 2, 2007. This defines my tears of joys for those graduates who trusted me in managing the school. There were lines too that i surf on the internet to support my idea in writng. I am really thankful to Wikipedia for the words that I extracted and the others.

Commitment means to duty or pledge to something or someone. This refers to personal commitment. We say it is personal because, the interaction is dominated by obligations. This obligation may not be mutual or self imposed, or explicitly stated or may not. In an organization, commitment is the basic philosophy, spirit and drive. Have lot more to do with its relative achievements than to do theological or economic resources, organizational structure, innovation and timing. All these things weigh heavily in success. But is transcended by how people in the organization believed in its basic precepts and how faithfully carry them out.

We practice commitment to a set of values principles or beliefs. It leads to a common vision and purpose with in the organizations. The same is true on one self. The way you act as a leader. The combination of these two serve as foundation to effectively maintain the other practice for commitment. I encounter this deepness of commitment when I commit myself to be a head of an institution. It is suicidal in nature after retiring my self to mind nothing but my six children. I think, there is nothing more challenging than rearing the later. But when I accept the challenge as a head, I have asked ALLAH (s.w.t) to lose everything except my family and my carrier. My carrier inter into a dilemma when intrigues are energized by jealousy and the absence of exposures. I was a plain housewife whose exposure is to materialize the needs of my family. I, being a stranger to an academic school was totally blind on leadership and management. Though I know that my Bachelors degree and two majors in College may materialize but I still have a second thought of handling the job.

I run a newly legislated secondary school in a nearby municipality. On the first day of my service, it comes on my mind that an existence of this school primarily, is population. With exception on classrooms because we are temporarily house in an elementary school, we start by knocking at every household door. We tried to convince them on related importance of having a school nearby. Besides, the financial problems will be minimized. To evaluate how far they understand the mission of the school and the management has no proof. A sound judgment has no power. As we turn our way back to station, murmur is louder than thunder…that school is faked. Some believed on us, as few observed. We tried on the few who listen and honor our invitations.

This is just the beginning of our agony. We survey on those jobless College graduates, regardless of age, who may qualify for teaching. This stage is not a hindrance. There are many who hand on their document that may qualify them. Of course, we select for the qualified one. Without screening them on their area of specialization, we have selected six. With my very limited knowledge on managing this area, I failed to accommodate equally on subject area. After series of meeting with the new teachers, we found out that none of them is qualified in handling mathematics. An initial complication within me, arise. The question of who might be the mathematic teacher was erased. It must be me instead. I cannot insist that I am the head, and I must not be one is fruitless, for this is part of my commitment.

On the very hour of my service as math teacher, the four corners of the classroom become smaller that I felt every bit of my heart. But, what else can I do, if that must be the deepness of commitment. I am just extra careful not to expose my whole being. I must be thankful with the Phoenix Company for their Elementary Algebra. It is in this that I gain a reason to continue my teaching to this date, even with the coming of my two qualified one. I start liking this profession with out hazard. Teaching and management go together while running school. Financial shortage in mobilizing follows next.

ALLAH (s.w.t.) listened to my prayer. I survived with those intrigued of genuineness but I become a pauper. I have to utilize all my resources, just to run the school smoothly. One morning, I found out I am nobody but a mere volunteer teacher. I want to cry but my tears had dried. I cannot turned back, the shadow of my co-teachers follow me. I am reminded of my commitment that keeping forward is the only command that I must attend to. The students need me and the entire community entrust this legacy so that the entire populace will be provided. No one dare to support me. I might be insane, why did I go with this most congested situation. The usual I change, unlike before, walking like Christmas tree. Not to mention them, they all gone to jewelry store just to grasp the chances that benefited the school.

It was just a while, we say because, on the fourth year of our operations, we are blessed and so, we are now all permanent teachers looking forward for another endeavor. Though we succeed but the deepness of commitment is still there. It is the combination of both supporting and improving behaviors that makeup the practice of commitment. Separately neither action is capable of sustaining commitment. Promoting alone can come across a shallow and Pollyannaish. Continuous improvement can be seen as “good is not enough”. Together they provide a needed balance. Both are essential to commitment.

This was the first article that I wrote. This was already published on one of the most popular Website in our locality. However due to my interest of having blog of my own, I result on having one. I posted it here for it served as my legacy in writing. This article is closely related on my being a head, a teacher and a mother.

Once Peculiarity

I was inspired to write one of my only girl's peculiarity. Her peculiarity includes sincerity for parents, dedication for her study and guts on every assignments and tasks. She is not among with those gifted one but her identity promoted her fulfillment in life
Everyone has his own peculiarity. For once distinctive character, we are sure, he has a complete mastery of it. Others arbitraries may be similar but not completely the same. Sometimes, we misunderstood this kind of character because we don’t posses any of its kind. But if we try to understand them considering it to be their happiness, joys and to be their very own, we can decide further on their peculiarity.

My only girl is peculiar, I supposed. At the age of eight months, I notice of her fondness on cats. I knew that some infant are scared when unfamiliar image show up. Surprisingly, she has that extra charm to temp cats. In consideration of her delicate age, I understand that her character could be because, she feds her extra foods to the later. Mothers are normally busy that I disregard her fondness. A very common strategy of every mother is to relate fairytale if not fables to their offspring. Likewise, an offspring are inclined to discover things, and so they asked. Provably, if we know the answer related to her interest, we explain. On the contrary, when we are confused as to the familiarity of their questions, we composed just to satisfy them.

I remember one day, when we hurried home from her pre-school class, we saw an ugly kitten that crawl on the garbage nearby. She stops and mange to
save the kitten. To my surprise, she automatically, adopted the kitten by providing improvised shelter. I lost my temper until I forget her identity as my only girl. She surely has to withdraw her desire of keeping the kitten, so she threw it out in the middle of the night. I declare my winning and so I got sleep. It is, I am sure 11 in the evening when she scream followed by loud meow and scaring barks of the dogs outside of our house. Her father has to rush and so I did. We found her hugging the kitten, but she is deeply hurt. The kitten was supposed to be caught by a number of dogs, and must be saved. In return, the kitten was so defensive that do not recognized any savior. When she saved it, she became the victim. She was brought to a nearby public hospital for kitten’s bites.

Upon our return from hospital, I tried to orient her on related incident. You must not get near on a scared cat of any kind. If you wished, I explained, terminate the enemy, and allow the cat to recognize you before comforting it. To our astonishment, she blamed the mother cat instead of waiting for my other proposal. The mother cat could be an irresponsible mother. Why should this mother cat abandon the kitten, knowing that the kitten is not yet ready to defend it self, she added. I was amazed, so I invent a story that may justify the side of the mother cat. The mother cat might be on hard work, looking for food. She surely had instructed the kitten to remain at home until her return. This must be a hard headed-kitten, that is why, it got lost. The mother could have hard time looking for the kitten. The kitten must have this guilt of going anywhere without warning her mother, I suggest. She has a long ahs and ohms that certainly convince her. The following morning, she had called me twice. She is going to see a classmate nearby and I must know her walk before I got tired of tracing her, similar with the mother cat. Indeed, I sigh, she gains a lesson.

In another instance, it is really rare in a Muslim community to find cat trained as hers. Believing that cats are extra careless of their waste, she had motivated her adopted cats by locating their comfort room. The cats knew when to use this improvise c.r., with about a medium in size basin, filled with wet soil for foreign waste. This unique c.r. is intended for evening necessities only. This was strictly followed as this is only provided at night. She has a half dozen cat now with varique as the older, with an age of about 11 years and batik which is almost the same with mongol, age 6 months. With this range of time, now that she was 15, I am convinced that once peculiarity can motivate once character and done with reasons. My friend tries to comment. The cause may be is the absence of a younger sister or brother. Her younger brother did not grow with her, but to her grand mother. She plays as the younger. This promote her interest to adopt cats abandoned, preferably, abandoned, and not from other master.

Immediately after school, she rushed to hug her pets one by one, with the bring-home. She is now a senior student and her distinct character has been accepted by her friends specially her brothers. A moral that we shall consider in this article is not the story. We can picture once peculiarity as a sign of discipline. It requires patience and perseverance. A person is motivated by her uniqueness. Mostly, once peculiarity is harmless in nature. The distinction given to a person cannot be developed to a character if its affects others existence. It might discomfort the other but it will find their way to be understood. Every one of us has his distinction from each other, and varies according to our environment. It is the environment that forbids us from any arbitraries in life. The culture has much to do with this character too. Customs and traditions determined the gravity of its identity. In Islam religion, we are allowed to adopt cat with as many as we can, but not dogs.

Another lessons, is, the way parents materialize once peculiarity as a move to control once character that applies to a real life situation. This will serve as an instrument to motivate her from her rearing age to maturity. Because, life lesson could not be done through short cuts, let us have them randomly. We must narrow them to the best that we can that match with their real world. Directing our family is so general, that is why we, are trying to be particular. If once discipline is ladderized according to the capacity of the subject, then, we implemented the rules to the right person, on a right time. That time is the moment that, the person tries to acquire place in the society.