Siti Isah Ithnin

Short Story 15: The Sacrifice of a Drawing Paper . My name is "Sketchy," a blank sheet of drawing paper neatly stacked in a plastic folder on Ain's desk. Ain, a creative Year 5 student, often stares at me, dreaming of sketching something extraordinary. I eagerly wait to become the canvas for Ain’s creativity, but so far, I remain untouched, longing for the moment to shine. One day, Ain sat sadly in the corner of her classroom. Tomorrow was the school’s art competition, and Ain hadn’t drawn anything yet. She feared her work wouldn’t be as good as her classmates’. Seeing Ain hesitate, I wished she would use me and let me help create something beautiful. Finally, that night, Ain began drawing with her pencils and colors. She sketched a breathtaking garden filled with trees, flowers, and a radiant sun. Her gentle strokes filled me with color and life, but with each line and shade, I felt myself “sacrificed.” Still, I was happy to become part of something meaningful. On the da...

Cerpen 15: Pengorbanan Sehelai Kertas Lukisan . Namaku "Sketchy," sehelai kertas lukisan kosong yang disusun rapi di dalam fail plastik di atas meja Ain. Ain, seorang pelajar Tahun 5 yang gemar melukis, sering merenungku sambil berangan-angan melakar sesuatu yang luar biasa. Aku tidak sabar untuk menjadi kanvas kreativiti Ain, tetapi sehingga kini aku masih putih dan kosong, menunggu masanya. Pada suatu hari, Ain kelihatan sedih di sudut kelas. Rupa-rupanya, esok adalah pertandingan lukisan di sekolah, tetapi Ain belum melukis apa-apa. Dia takut lukisannya tidak sebaik rakan-rakannya. Melihat Ain yang ragu-ragu membuatkan aku berharap agar dia menggunakan aku dan memberikan peluang untuk membantunya mencipta sesuatu yang indah. Akhirnya, malam itu, Ain mula melukis menggunakan pensel dan warnanya. Dia melukiskan sebuah taman indah dengan pokok, bunga, dan matahari yang bersinar ceria. Sentuhan tangannya penuh kelembutan, tetapi aku tahu aku sedang "terkorban" dengan...

Short Story 14: The Loyal Pair of Glasses . I am "The Glasses," a simple pair of black plastic frames with clear lenses, belonging to Syafi, a bright but somewhat shy Year 6 student. Each morning, Syafi carefully puts me on, ensuring I fit snugly on his face before heading to school. With me, he reads books, solves problems on the whiteboard, and sees the once-blurry world with clarity. One day, everything changed. While playing football with his friends on the school field, Syafi tripped and fell. I was flung far away, landing with a crack. One of my lenses broke, and my frame bent out of shape. I felt heartbroken, fearing that Syafi would discard me and replace me with a brand-new pair of glasses. But Syafi wasn’t like that. He brought me home and asked his father to fix me. Although one of my lenses remained scratched, Syafi continued to wear me, saying, “You’re still my best companion, even if you’re not perfect.” His words made me feel valued and appreciated. As time pas...

Cerpen 14: Si Cermin Mata Setia . Aku ialah "Si Cermin Mata," bingkai plastik hitam dengan lensa yang jernih, dan aku milik Syafi, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang bijak tetapi agak pemalu. Setiap pagi, Syafi memakainya dengan penuh perhatian, memastikan aku selesa di wajahnya sebelum melangkah ke sekolah. Bersamaku, dia membaca buku, menyelesaikan soalan di papan putih, dan menyaksikan dunia yang sebelumnya kabur menjadi lebih jelas. Namun, suatu hari, kehidupan kami berubah. Semasa bermain bola sepak dengan rakan-rakan di padang sekolah, Syafi terjatuh dan aku tercampak jauh. Salah satu lensaku retak, dan bingkaiku terkeluar dari tempat asal. Aku merasa sangat sedih, takut Syafi akan membuang aku dan menggantikan aku dengan cermin mata baru. Namun, Syafi adalah seorang yang setia. Dia membawa aku pulang dan meminta ayahnya membaiki aku. Walaupun ada sedikit calar di lensaku yang tidak dapat diperbaiki, Syafi tetap memakaiku, berkata, "Kau tetap teman terbaikku, walaupun ti...

Short Story 13 : The Secret Life of Chalk . My name is "Chalk," a simple white stick kept in a wooden container in the teachers' room. Nora, a bubbly Year 4 student, often sees me used by her teacher on the blackboard. Whenever the teacher writes math formulas or sketches maps, I feel proud to help share knowledge with the class. But my life is not without challenges. Each time I am scraped against the blackboard, I grow shorter. With every word I produce, a little part of me disappears. I know that one day, I’ll become too small to be of use. One morning, Nora ran into the classroom excitedly. She was chosen to lead a class activity. Nora picked me up to write the schedule on the board. As I worked hard, I felt myself grow weaker until, suddenly, I broke in half. Nora looked surprised but didn’t throw me away. She used my smaller half to finish the task, saying, “Even small things can still be useful.” That day marked my last time in action. After completing my duty, Nor...

  Cerpen 13: Rahsia Kapur Tulis . Namaku "Kapur Tulis," sebatang kapur putih yang tinggal di dalam bekas kayu di bilik guru. Nora, seorang pelajar Tahun 4 yang ceria, sering melihatku digunakan oleh gurunya di papan hitam. Setiap kali gurunya menulis formula matematik atau melukis peta, aku berasa gembira kerana dapat membantu menyampaikan ilmu kepada pelajar. Namun, kehidupanku penuh cabaran. Setiap kali aku digoreskan di papan hitam, tubuhku semakin pendek. Setiap patah huruf yang aku hasilkan bermakna sebahagian diriku telah hilang. Aku tahu suatu hari nanti aku akan menjadi terlalu kecil untuk digunakan. Pada satu pagi, Nora berlari ke bilik darjah dengan gembira. Dia dipilih untuk memimpin aktiviti kelas. Nora menggunakan aku untuk menulis jadual aktiviti di papan hitam. Dalam proses itu, aku mula-mula terasa letih, sehingga akhirnya aku patah separuh. Nora kelihatan terkejut, tetapi dia tidak membuang aku. Dia menggunakan bahagianku yang lebih kecil untuk melengkapkan t...

  Short Story 12: Nostalgia of a School Uniform . I am a school uniform. A crisp white shirt and dark blue trousers belonging to Arsyad, a cheerful and smart Year 6 student. Every morning, Arsyad wears me proudly as he heads to school, filled with energy and determination. Together, we attend classes, play football, and run joyfully on the field with his friends. However, my life isn’t always neat and clean. Sweat stains and dust often cling to my fabric after a long day. But I know Arsyad values me because he washes and irons me with care every weekend, preparing me for the next week’s adventures. One day, Arsyad came home looking anxious. He had been chosen to deliver a speech on the last day of school. On that memorable day, I felt his nervousness as he buttoned me up. As Arsyad stepped onto the stage, holding a small note, I watched him take a deep breath. His speech was heartfelt, thanking his teachers and friends while recounting cherished memories of his school years. That d...

Cerpen 12: Nostalgia Sepasang Uniform Sekolah . Aku ialah sepasang uniform sekolah. Baju kemeja putih dan seluar biru gelap milik Arsyad, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang ceria dan pintar. Setiap pagi, aku dipakai oleh Arsyad yang melangkah ke sekolah dengan penuh semangat. Bersamaku, Arsyad menghadiri kelas, bermain bola sepak, dan berlari di padang dengan kawan-kawannya. Namun, kehidupanku tidak selalunya bersih dan rapi. Noda peluh dan debu sering menghiasi kainku selepas seharian digunakan. Tetapi aku tahu Arsyad menghargai aku kerana dia mencuci dan menyeterika aku dengan penuh kasih sayang setiap hujung minggu, memastikan aku bersedia untuk minggu persekolahan seterusnya. Suatu hari, Arsyad pulang dari sekolah dengan wajah sugul. Rupa-rupanya, dia dipilih untuk berucap di hari terakhir persekolahannya. Aku dapat merasai debarannya semasa dia memakai aku pada hari istimewa itu. Ketika Arsyad melangkah ke pentas, aku melihat dia menggenggam nota kecil di tangannya. Ucapannya menyentuh ...

  Short Story 11: I Am a Notebook . My name is "Nota," a small notebook with a green cover and delicate leaf patterns etched on it. I was born in a paper factory and now serve as a loyal companion to Naurah, a spirited Year 5 student. Every day, Naurah fills my pages with notes, creative ideas, and tiny drawings that bring her imagination to life. I feel special, as if I am a secret keeper of her dreams and thoughts. But not all days are joyful. One morning, Naurah lost me. In her haste, she remembered leaving me in the school library. I lay on a corner desk, alone and worried that someone might take me and not return me. I understood how precious I was to Naurah. A few days later, a librarian found me and delivered me to the school office. When Naurah saw me there, her face lit up with joy. "Nota, you're back!" she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. But I noticed something else, tears welled up in her eyes as she flipped through my pages. It turned out that I held ...

  Cerpen 11: Aku Sebuah Buku Nota . Namaku "Nota," sebuah buku kecil berkulit hijau dengan corak daun yang terukir halus di depanku. Aku dilahirkan di kilang kertas dan kini menjadi teman setia Naurah, seorang pelajar Tahun 5 yang penuh semangat. Setiap hari, Naurah mengisi halaman-halamanku dengan catatan, idea kreatif, dan lukisan kecil yang menghidupkan imaginasinya. Aku merasa istimewa, seolah-olah diriku adalah tempat rahsia di mana Naurah mencurahkan dunia hatinya. Namun, tidak semua hari indah. Suatu pagi, Naurah kehilangan aku. Tergesa-gesa, dia teringat meninggalkan aku di perpustakaan sekolah. Aku terbaring di sudut meja, sendirian dan bimbang jika seseorang mengambil aku tanpa memulangkanku. Aku tahu betapa berharganya aku bagi Naurah. Beberapa hari kemudian, aku ditemukan oleh seorang pekerja perpustakaan yang terus menghantar aku ke pejabat sekolah. Ketika Naurah melihat aku di sana, wajahnya bercahaya kegembiraan. "Nota, kau kembali!" katanya sambil me...

Short Story 10: The Rise and Fall of a Pen . My name is "Blue," a simple pen filled with deep blue ink. I was born in a pen factory and now belong to Fendi, a cheerful Year 6 student who loves writing. Every day, I help Fendi take notes in class, compose essays, and even draw small cartoons in his workbook. I feel proud to be part of Fendi’s learning journey. But one day, my life changed when Fendi accidentally dropped me on the floor. My tip cracked, and my writing became uneven. Fendi looked disappointed, but he still kept me in his pencil case. Unfortunately, things got worse. I was forgotten when Fendi bought a new, smoother pen. I felt sad and useless, buried in a corner of the pencil case alongside other old stationery. Then one day, during an important assignment, Fendi’s new pen ran out of ink. In a rush, he reached for me. Although damaged, I still had enough ink to help him complete his task. At that moment, I realized I could still be of use, even in my imperfect s...

Cerpen 10: Jatuh Bangun Sebatang Pen . Namaku "Biru," sebatang pen biasa yang diisi dengan dakwat biru pekat. Aku dilahirkan di sebuah kilang pen dan kini menjadi milik Fendi, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang suka menulis. Setiap hari, aku membantu Fendi mencatat nota di kelas, menulis karangan, dan juga melukis kartun kecil di buku latihan. Aku berasa bangga kerana menjadi sebahagian daripada perjalanan pembelajaran Fendi. Namun, kehidupanku berubah apabila suatu hari, Fendi tidak sengaja menjatuhkanku ke lantai. Bahagian hujungku retak, dan aku mula menulis tidak lancar. Fendi kelihatan kecewa, tetapi dia tetap menyimpan aku di dalam kotak penselnya. Malangnya, keadaanku semakin teruk. Aku dilupakan apabila Fendi membeli pen baru yang lebih cantik dan lancar menulis. Aku rasa sedih dan tidak berguna, tersepit di sudut kotak pensel bersama barang-barang lama lain. Tetapi, suatu hari, ketika Fendi memerlukan pen lain untuk menyiapkan tugasan penting, pen barunya kehabisan dakwat....

Short Story 9: The Story of a Glue Bottle . My name is "Gigi," a small white glue bottle with a blue cap. I was created in a factory along with thousands of other glue bottles, but now I reside in Nurul's pencil case, a creative Year 4 student who always finds joy in crafting. My life feels purposeful as Nurul uses me daily to create beautiful crafts and fix broken things. Whenever Nurul works on a project like be it a greeting card for her teacher, an art assignment for class, or repairing a torn book. I feel proud. But deep down, I worry as I grow lighter each day, a sign that my glue is running out. One day, tragedy struck. On her way back from art class, Nurul's pencil case fell. I rolled under a bench and remained hidden from view. I felt heartbroken, imagining Nurul searching for me but unable to find me. I didn’t want my journey to end in vain, I wanted to keep helping Nurul create magic. A few days later, I was discovered by a cleaning staff. Luckily, they rec...

Cerpen 9: Aku Sebotol Gam . Namaku "Gigi," sebotol gam kecil yang berwarna putih dengan penutup biru. Aku dilahirkan di sebuah kilang bersama ribuan botol gam lain, tetapi kini aku tinggal di dalam kotak pensel Nurul, seorang pelajar Tahun 4 yang sangat kreatif. Hidupku terasa bermakna kerana setiap hari Nurul menggunakan aku untuk menghasilkan pelbagai kraf indah dan membaiki barang-barang yang rosak. Setiap kali Nurul mencipta sesuatu seperti kad ucapan untuk gurunya, projek seni untuk kelas, atau membetulkan buku yang koyak. Aku merasa bangga. Namun, aku tidak dapat membantu tetapi risau. Tubuhku semakin ringan, tanda bahawa isi gamku hampir habis. Suatu hari, tragedi menimpa. Dalam perjalanan pulang dari kelas seni, kotak pensel Nurul terjatuh. Aku berguling keluar, tergolek di bawah bangku dan tersorok dari pandangan. Hati kecilku merasa hancur, membayangkan Nurul mencariku tetapi tidak menemui aku. Aku tidak mahu menjadi sia-sia. Aku mahu terus membantu Nurul menghasilk...

  Short Story 8: The Journey of a Pair of School Shoes . My name is "Black," and my partner is "Jet." We are a pair of shiny black school shoes, polished to perfection after every cleaning. Our owner is Faris, a cheerful and energetic Year 5 student. Every morning, we accompany him to school, protecting his feet and supporting his steps. We love the moments when Faris splashes through puddles, plays football during recess, and walks home with his friends. Though the daily adventures are fun, dirt and dust often find their way onto us. Still, Faris never forgets to polish us, bringing back our shine, and making us feel valued. One day, a heartbreaking incident occurred. Faris slipped on the school stairs while helping a friend carry heavy books. My heel, "Black," tore apart from the impact. I feared that Faris would discard us and replace us with a new pair. But Faris was not that kind of person. Faris took us home and, with great care, asked his father to ...

Cerpen 8: Pengalaman Sepasang Kasut Sekolah . Namaku "Hitam" dan pasanganku "Jet." Kami adalah sepasang kasut sekolah berwarna hitam pekat, sentiasa bersinar selepas setiap sapuan berus dan semir. Pemilik kami ialah Faris, seorang pelajar Tahun 5 yang ceria dan penuh semangat. Setiap pagi, kami menemani Faris melangkah ke sekolah, menjadi pelindung setianya. Kami menyukai saat-saat Faris melompat-lompat di lopak air, bermain bola semasa waktu rehat, dan berjalan pulang ke rumah sambil berbual bersama rakan-rakannya. Walaupun aktiviti harian itu menyeronokkan, debu dan lumpur sering kali menghiasi tubuh kami. Namun, Faris tidak pernah lupa menyemir kami hingga kembali bersinar. Itu membuatkan kami merasa dihargai. Suatu hari, insiden menyedihkan berlaku. Faris tergelincir di anak tangga sekolah ketika membantu rakannya membawa buku berat. Tumitku, si "Hitam," terkoyak akibat hentakan kuat. Aku bimbang Faris akan membuang kami dan menggantikan kami dengan se...

Short Story 7: The Dilemma of a Pencil Box . My name is "Penny," a classic wooden pencil box adorned with tiny floral carvings on my lid. I was once a special gift to Sakinah, a kind and diligent Year 6 student. Every morning, I accompanied her to school, safeguarding her pencils, erasers, and rulers. But life isn’t always cheerful. I began to feel uneasy as Sakinah frequently lent out the items stored within me to her friends. One by one, the sharp pencils disappeared, and even the tiny eraser was used up. I was no longer full and complete as I once was. Deep down, I wondered, “Has Sakinah stopped valuing me?” One day, something heartbreaking happened. One of Sakinah’s friends accidentally knocked me off her desk. I fell to the floor, and my lid broke. I felt shattered—not only physically but emotionally too. I feared Sakinah would discard me because I was no longer perfect. However, Sakinah carefully picked me up. She took me home and lovingly used tape to fix my broken lid...