Siti Isah Ithnin

Short Story 30: The Tragedy of a Matric Card . Inside a student’s wallet, I lay tucked between other cards. I was not just a piece of plastic—I was a matric card, a symbol of identity for a student navigating life in a boarding school. I first belonged to Adam, a sixth-grade student who had just joined the school. On his first day, he gripped me tightly, knowing how important I was. Every time he entered the dining hall, library, or science lab, I had to be shown as proof of his status. But one unfortunate day arrived. After coming back from sports practice, Adam realized something terrible—I was gone! He searched his bag, under his bed, and all around the dormitory, but I was nowhere to be found. His face turned pale, and his heartbeat raced. Syarah, Adam’s best friend, tried to console him. “Let’s check around the school tomorrow. Maybe someone found it,” she said kindly. That night, Adam barely slept. I, who had once been his pride, had disappeared without a trace. Without me, he co...

Cerpen 30: Tragedi Sekeping Kad Matrik . Di dalam dompet seorang pelajar, aku terselit di antara kad-kad lain. Aku bukan sekadar sekeping plastik biasa—aku ialah kad matrik, tanda pengenalan seorang pelajar yang menjalani perjalanan ilmu di sekolah berasrama. Aku mula dimiliki oleh Adam, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang baru sahaja mendaftar masuk ke asrama. Hari pertama, aku digenggam erat olehnya, seperti satu barang berharga yang tidak boleh hilang. Setiap kali dia masuk ke dewan makan, perpustakaan, atau makmal sekolah, aku perlu ditunjukkan sebagai bukti. Namun, suatu hari yang malang tiba. Selepas pulang dari latihan sukan, Adam menyedari sesuatu yang mengerikan—aku telah hilang! Dia mencari di dalam beg, di bawah katil, dan di seluruh bilik asrama, tetapi aku tidak ditemui. Mukanya menjadi pucat, jantungnya berdegup kencang. Syarah, sahabat baik Adam, cuba menenangkan. “Kita cuba cari di sekitar sekolah esok, mungkin ada yang menjumpainya,” katanya lembut. Malam itu, Adam hampir tid...

Short Story 29 : I Am a School Necktie . In the wardrobe of a boarding school, I hung neatly alongside the school uniform. I was not just a long piece of fabric—I was a school necktie, a symbol of discipline and responsibility. I was first worn by Zikri, a sixth-grade student who had just moved to the boarding school. On his first day, he put me on with slightly trembling hands, filled with nervousness and anticipation. I watched as he took a deep breath in front of the mirror before stepping into his new classroom. Day by day, I witnessed Zikri’s journey. I was with him when he eagerly studied for his exams, when he felt lonely and missed his family, and when he laughed joyfully with his best friend, Amirah. Amirah was a cheerful student. Every time she saw Zikri looking lost in thought, she would say, “Zikri, you're strong! Don’t give up!” Her words always gave him fresh motivation. But then, one unfortunate day arrived. As Zikri rushed to the examination hall, I got caught on a ...

Cerpen 29 : Aku Seutas Tali Leher Sekolah . Di dalam almari asrama, aku tergantung kemas bersama baju sekolah. Aku bukan sekadar kain panjang berwarna gelap—aku adalah seutas tali leher sekolah, lambang disiplin dan kecekapan seorang pelajar. Aku mula digunakan oleh Zikri, seorang murid Tahun 6 yang baru berpindah ke sekolah berasrama. Pada hari pertama, dia memakaiku dengan tangan yang sedikit menggigil, penuh dengan rasa gementar. Aku melihatnya berdiri di hadapan cermin, menarik nafas panjang sebelum melangkah ke kelas baharunya. Hari demi hari, aku menjadi saksi perjalanan Zikri. Aku bersama dia ketika dia bersungguh-sungguh dalam pelajaran, ketika dia menangis kerana merindui keluarganya, dan juga ketika dia ketawa bersama rakan baiknya, Amirah. Amirah adalah pelajar yang ceria. Setiap kali dia melihat Zikri termenung, dia akan datang dan berkata, “Zikri, kamu kuat! Jangan putus asa!” Kata-katanya selalu memberi semangat baharu kepada Zikri. Namun, suatu hari yang malang tiba. Ket...

Short Story 28: The Soul of a Bookmark . In the quiet school library, I lay between the pages of books, waiting for someone to pick me up and use me. I am not just a simple piece of card tucked between pages—I am a silent witness to a reader’s journey, a keeper of secrets, and a loyal companion to those who love books. I was first owned by Najmi, a sixth-grade student who loved reading novels and learning new things. Every day after school, he would visit the library, borrow books, and slip me in to mark where he stopped reading. I felt honored to be a part of Najmi’s learning adventure. But one day, I fell under a desk in the library unnoticed. Najmi left without me. For days, I lay alone, hidden in a forgotten corner. I missed marking thrilling stories and touching the hands of an eager learner. Weeks later, another student found me. He placed me in an old history book, and now, I witnessed someone carefully taking notes and trying to understand past events. It was a different experi...

Cerpen 28: Jiwa Sekeping Penanda Buku . Di sebuah perpustakaan sekolah, aku terbaring di antara helaian buku, menunggu seseorang menemui dan menggunakan aku. Aku bukan sekadar sekeping kad yang diselit di antara halaman. Aku adalah saksi sunyi perjalanan pembaca, pemegang rahsia, dan teman setia bagi mereka yang gemar membaca. Aku pertama kali dimiliki oleh Najmi, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang sangat gemar membaca novel dan buku ilmu pengetahuan. Setiap hari selepas waktu sekolah, dia akan ke perpustakaan, meminjam buku dan menyelit aku sebagai tanda di mana dia berhenti membaca. Aku berasa bangga kerana menjadi sebahagian daripada perjalanan ilmu Najmi. Namun, suatu hari, aku terjatuh di bawah meja perpustakaan tanpa disedari. Najmi pulang tanpa aku. Aku dibiarkan keseorangan selama berhari-hari, terselit di sudut gelap yang hampir tidak kelihatan. Aku merindui saat menjadi tanda bagi cerita menarik yang dibaca Najmi, merindui sentuhan tangan seorang pelajar yang penuh semangat ingin t...

Short Story 27: I Am an Exam Paper . On the teacher’s desk, I lay among my fellow papers, waiting for my fate. I am not just an ordinary sheet. I am an exam paper, holding hopes, fears, and dreams of every student who fills my pages. That day, I was handed to Nadia, a quiet yet hardworking sixth-grade student. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked me up. I could feel her heartbeat racing. With a pencil in her grip, she began writing, answering each question carefully, determined to give her best. But things didn’t go smoothly. She paused midway, her eyes filled with worry. Some questions were tough, some answers felt unclear in her mind. I wanted to whisper to her, to remind her that she was trying her best, but I was only on paper. I had no voice. Once the bell rang, I was collected with the other exam sheets. Days later, I was returned to Nadia, now covered with red marks. She gripped me tightly, and I could feel her emotions like disappointment, sadness, and a hint of frustratio...

Cerpen 27: Aku Sehelai Kertas Ujian . Di atas meja guru, aku terbaring bersama rakan-rakan lain, menanti takdir yang bakal menimpa. Aku bukan sekadar sehelai kertas biasa. Aku adalah kertas ujian, pemegang harapan, ketakutan, dan impian setiap murid yang menyentuhku. Hari itu, aku diberikan kepada Nadia, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang pendiam tetapi rajin belajar. Tangannya sedikit bergetar ketika dia mengambilku. Aku dapat merasakan degupan jantungnya yang laju. Dengan pensel di genggaman, dia mula menjawab satu demi satu soalan, berusaha sedaya upaya untuk menulis jawapan terbaik. Namun, tidak semua berjalan lancar. Nadia terhenti di pertengahan ujian, matanya berkaca. Ada soalan yang sukar, ada jawapan yang samar-samar di fikirannya. Aku ingin berbisik kepadanya, memberitahu bahawa dia telah berusaha sebaik mungkin, tetapi aku hanyalah sehelai kertas, tidak mampu bersuara. Selepas loceng berbunyi, aku dikumpulkan semula dengan kertas ujian lain. Beberapa hari kemudian, aku kembali ke ...

Short Story 26: The Journey of a Pair of School Socks . Inside an old locker in the school dormitory, a pair of white socks lay tucked among other clothes. They weren’t just ordinary fabric stitched together—they carried stories, emotions, and experiences no one ever expected. Since they belonged to Afiq, a sixth-grade student who had just moved into the boarding school, they had witnessed countless moments. On the first day, they were crisp and clean, dancing on the dining hall floor, running across the football field, and sometimes dragging through dusty dormitory corridors. Every step Afiq took was a journey for them. But not every experience was joyful. Some days, Afiq ran back to his room with sore feet after sports practice. Some nights, they were soaked in tears when he struggled with a bad test result. At times, they sat abandoned in a pile of unwashed clothes because Afiq was too busy to clean them. One rainy afternoon, after an intense match, Afiq walked back with slow, tired...

Cerpen 26 : Pengalaman Sepasang Stokin Sekolah . Di dalam sebuah almari usang di asrama sekolah, sepasang stokin putih terselit di antara pakaian lain. Mereka bukan sekadar sepasang kain berlubang kecil di hujung—mereka memiliki cerita, pengalaman, dan perasaan yang tidak pernah disangka oleh sesiapa. Sejak mula dimiliki oleh Afiq, seorang pelajar Tahun 6 yang baru berpindah ke asrama, stokin itu melalui pelbagai kisah bersama tuannya. Hari pertama di sekolah, mereka terasa bersih dan kemas, menari-nari di lantai dewan makan, berlari laju di padang bola, dan sesekali terseret di koridor asrama yang berdebu. Setiap langkah Afiq adalah perjalanan mereka. Namun, tidak semua pengalaman mereka bahagia. Ada hari Afiq berlari pulang dengan kaki yang pedih kerana latihan sukan. Ada hari mereka dibasahi air mata kerana Afiq mendapat keputusan kurang baik dalam peperiksaan. Pernah suatu hari, mereka hampir tersadai di timbunan pakaian kotor selama seminggu kerana Afiq terlalu sibuk hingga terlup...

Short Story 25 : I Am a Water Bottle   . I am just a water bottle, but I am more than just a piece of plastic. I once belonged to a student named Arjuna, a determined and hardworking boy. Every day, I was filled with fresh water, accompanying him in class, on the field, and during his study sessions.   But life isn’t always perfect. One day, during an exam rush, I fell off his desk and rolled under a bookshelf. Forgotten. Days turned into weeks, dust gathered on me, and no one reached for me. I missed being in Arjuna’s hands, hearing his laughter, and quenching his thirst when he needed me.   Weeks later, I heard Arjuna searching around the classroom. Then, his fingers brushed against me. His eyes lit up, I wasn’t lost forever! He gently cleaned me, filled me with cold water, and I became useful once again.   On the last day of school, Arjuna took me home. “You are more than just a water bottle,” he whispered. “You’ve been my companion all along.”...

 Cerpen 25: Aku Sebuah Botol Air . Aku hanyalah sebuah botol air, tetapi aku bukan sekadar plastik biasa. Aku pernah menemani seorang pelajar bernama Arjuna, seorang anak yang gigih dan penuh semangat. Setiap hari, aku terisi penuh dengan air bersih, menemaninya dalam kelas, di padang, dan semasa ulang kaji.   Namun, kehidupan tidak selalu indah. Suatu hari, dalam kesibukan peperiksaan, aku terjatuh dari mejanya dan tergolek ke bawah rak buku. Aku terlupakan. Hari demi hari, debu semakin tebal di tubuhku, dan tiada siapa mencariku. Aku merindui saat aku berada dalam genggaman Arjuna, mendengar perbualannya dengan rakan-rakan, dan menyegarkannya ketika dia dahaga.   Minggu berlalu, dan aku mendengar Arjuna mencari sesuatu di sekitar kelas. Tiba-tiba, tangannya menemui aku. Matanya bersinar, aku belum dilupakan! Dengan penuh kasih sayang, dia membersihkan aku, mengisi aku semula dengan air sejuk, dan aku kembali menemani hari-harinya seperti dahulu.   Pa...

Short Story 24: The Loyal School Bell . Every morning, the school bell rings, marking the beginning of a day filled with learning. I, an old school bell, have been here for many years, witnessing countless students come and go including one of them being Nadira, a bright and hardworking student.   Nadira loved hearing my chime. To her, I wasn’t just an ordinary bell, but a signal of hope and enthusiasm for the day ahead.   One day, the school installed a new, modern bell. I no longer rang as I used to. Left hanging in a dusty storeroom, I was forgotten. The mornings continued, but without me without the sound that once united everyone. I missed Nadira, but I knew times had changed.   Months passed. Nadira was now in her final year. One morning, the modern bell broke down and didn’t ring. Confusion spread across the school. Then, Nadira remembered me, the old, faithful bell. With the help of her teacher, she cleaned me, polished my surface, and brought me ba...

Cerpen 24: Sebuah Loceng Sekolah Yang Setia . Setiap pagi, suara loceng sekolah berkumandang, menandakan permulaan hari pembelajaran. Aku, Si Loceng Tua, telah berada di sekolah ini sejak bertahun-tahun lamanya. Aku menyaksikan pelbagai wajah murid yang datang dan pergi, termasuk seorang pelajar istimewa bernama Nadira.   Nadira seorang yang rajin dan suka membantu. Dia selalu tersenyum apabila mendengar bunyiku bergema di seluruh sekolah. Baginya, aku bukan sekadar loceng biasa, tetapi isyarat harapan dan semangat untuk meneruskan pelajaran.   Namun, suatu hari, sekolah mendapat loceng baru yang lebih moden. Aku tidak lagi berbunyi seperti dulu. Aku hanya tergantung di sudut stor, berhabuk dan dilupakan. Tiada lagi detik-detik indah menyambut murid setiap pagi. Aku merindui Nadira, tetapi aku tahu bahawa masa telah berubah.   Beberapa bulan berlalu. Nadira kini berada di tahun akhir persekolahannya. Suatu pagi, loceng baru rosak dan tidak berbunyi. Suasana...

Short Story 23: The Story of a Baton . In the corner of the school trophy room, I stand tall. I am a baton that was once honored and cherished. I am not just a decorated wooden stick, but a symbol of victory, teamwork, and perseverance.   Years ago, a student named Haziq held me proudly as his team won the inter-school championship. I still remember his tight grip and the sparkle in his eyes. But as time passed, new trophies arrived, and I was slowly forgotten.   One day, the school organized a storeroom cleaning session. A teacher nearly discarded me, thinking I was too old and worn out. But Haziq, now a senior student, stepped in. “This baton holds history,” he said softly, tracing the faded carvings on my surface. With patience, he polished me, restoring my shine.   As I returned to my place, I felt valued once more. I am not just a piece of wood, I am a keeper of memories, of struggles and triumphs.   . Title: The Story of a Baton Summary: An ...

Cerpen 23: Kisah Sebatang Baton . Di sudut bilik trofi sekolah, aku berdiri tegak. Aku adalah sebatang baton yang suatu ketika dahulu sangat dihormati. Aku bukan sekadar kayu berhias, tetapi lambang kejuaraan, keberanian, dan semangat berpasukan.   Bertahun-tahun lalu, seorang pelajar bernama Haziq memegangku dengan bangga sewaktu pasukannya memenangi kejohanan antara sekolah. Aku masih ingat genggaman eratnya, matanya bersinar dengan kegembiraan. Namun, masa berlalu. Trofi lain datang silih berganti, dan aku semakin dilupakan.   Suatu hari, sekolah mengadakan sesi pembersihan stor. Seorang guru hampir membuangku kerana aku tampak usang dan lusuh. Tetapi Haziq, kini seorang pelajar senior, segera menghalang. “Baton ini ada sejarahnya,” katanya perlahan sambil mengusap permukaanku yang calar. Dia mengambil masa membaiki ukiran yang pudar, menggilap permukaanku sehingga kembali berkilat.   Saat aku kembali ke tempat asal, aku terasa dihargai semula. Aku bukan...

Short Story 22: Diary of a Calculator . On my first day at school, I was brand new, shining brightly in the hands of Sofea, a determined and hardworking student. Every day, she used me to solve math problems, calculate answers, and complete her homework. I felt important, her trusted companion in learning.   But one day, during a stressful exam, Sofea’s hands trembled. She accidentally dropped me, and I crashed onto the floor. My screen cracked, some buttons stopped working. Sofea tried to fix me, pressing my keys desperately, but I could no longer help her the way I used to.   From that moment, I was pushed aside. Sofea sighed whenever she had to do calculations manually. I wished I could assist her again, but I sat down on the desk, collecting dust.   Then, one afternoon, Sofea picked me up. Her eyes were filled with determination. She searched for repair tools and asked her teacher for help. With patience and care, they fixed me. My screen remained sligh...