MyStory

Hasif, I have always regarded him as the family burden. However, things have changed. As time goes by, I label him as my hero.

I would not be surprised if people were revolt when I tell them my brother is my hero. Yes, he does not look like the type of person anyone would regard as a hero. He is like other typical Malay boys who love to loiter around and waste precious time just sitting there. Every night without fail he will reach home just about 11 pm. Therefore, he qualifies to be called an ineffectual child as he is seldom at home and do not help in any of the house responsibilities. Nevertheless, he is still my hero

My brother, being the eldest child in the family, faced myriad difficulties. Since he was the eldest my parents were unfamiliar to the Singapore’s education system. He was like a breathing experiment. Unfortunately he was a failed experiment. Due to the unfamiliarity, I benefited the mistakes he made. My brother has allowed me to see the world through his eyes. However the blameworthiness is not solely on my parents. My brother himself is a trouble maker and an attention seeker. He enjoys going to school as he yearns for friends so much more than education. This caused him to struggle through his schooling years. It is sad, really, knowing that my brother is intelligent, but could not stand the sight of books. Lucky enough, he managed to pass his PSLE and GCE ‘N’ Level.

I regard him as my hero as, he saved me, indirectly, from going down the path he chose to go, where he struggles tremendously. If it was not for his mistake, I might end up like what he is currently.  It is because of his failure, I am motivated. It is because of his flaws, I succeeded. It is because of him, my life is saved. Thank you, my hero.

Even though my brother is dreadful at studying; he excels in Silat, Malay martial arts. At least there is something to be prideful of.  I have seen him fight before and it saddens me. He took all the agonizing blows from his opponent yet he did not give up. He persevered. He fought with all his might. Seeing him fight makes me elated. At least I know that brother has a passion for something. He even made it to the national team. Now, he has competed with various people in Singapore. He also represented Singapore in Vietnam and in the World Silat Championship. He does not know that I am immensely proud of him. Without my brother knowing, I have been supporting him all the way. My brother is my hero as he persevered his way to the top, sometimes emerging as the winner, sometimes not. If it was not for his perseverance, I would not care less to persevere for my studies. Thank you my hero for showing me the true meaning for perseverance.

Even though I seldom see my brother at home, he had created an impact on my life. He steered me to the path of success. Without him, I might cease to exist. I might not even be in school. I owed a lot to my hero. I could not pluck up the courage to tell him that he is my hero. Personally, some things are best, when they are kept as secret. Let me alone know that he has an impact on my life. Brother, you are my hero.