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When the best friend hurt me.

Assalamualaikum people


One of my best friends said something not so nice to hear about teacher profession last weekend. Well, I decided to let it go, even it was very hurt. 
But yes, I have to consider the reasons why she said so. 
Why she was so mad towards us, the teachers at school. 
May be she was too stressful at work. 
May be she had a lot in her mind at that time. 
May be she thought being lecturer is way harder than being a teacher. 
May be she thought teacher is simply teaching in the class, works half day, has a lot of holidays, has a extremely good pay etc. 
Well, all I can learn from here is, we can never question the rezeki that Allah has been given us. 
We can never assume things we do not even know. 
We have to do some research about everything, simply before we make a judgement or conclusion. 
 Like I said before, there is no easy job in this world. 
Each career has its own ups and downs. 
You cannot simply say being the cleaner is the easiest job. 
And you cannot simply conclude being a doctor or whatsoever is the hardest job. 
No, it is not. It is all depend on you yourself. 
You are the one who make your career easy, or even hard. 
So, yes, love your job. 
I have read somewhere, do the things that you like, and you will never feel like you are going to work, instead you are going to have fun.
 I love being a teacher. 
Like seriously. 
Enough said.

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