Slowly, Aisha stood up.
Aisha binti Ahmad had a ritual. Every morning before school, she would stand in front of the rusty gate of her terrace house in Cheras, tuck a fresh red ribbon into her tudung, and whisper to herself: “Jangan lupa siapa awak.” Don’t forget who you are. Budak Sekolah Kena Raba Dalam Kelas 71
Priya snorted. “You’re such a teacher’s pet.” Slowly, Aisha stood up
The officer’s eyes narrowed. A few teachers gasped. But then, something remarkable happened. A Tamil boy from 2 Cerdik stood up. Then a girl from the Kelas Aliran Agama . One by one, students rose to their feet. Not in protest—just in presence. Budak Sekolah Kena Raba Dalam Kelas 71