Category: Clasroom Stories

There was a time when being a parent meant worrying about the things your children might encounter when they left the house. We worried about who they were with, where they were going, when they would be home and, perhaps most importantly, whether they would make sensible decisions when we weren’t ther

Over the past few weeks, many of us have spent time transforming a patch of land into Nusa Alam’s new garden. We’ve dug, planted, watered, and watched the first signs of life emerge.

Think about the last great story you read, or a film that stayed with you long after the credits rolled. At its heart, almost every memorable story follows the same shape: an ordinary person is called out of their ordinary world, faces trials they weren’t ready for, and is transformed in the process. They become,…

Around dusk, I am usually sitting outside beneath a flamboyant sky, listening to rhythmic chanting drift up ‘the hill’, watching the first bats emerge and the pigeons trace their whistling circles high above. It is a time for contemplation and reflection.