| Violence Never Begets Respect |
| Contributed by Radhi Yahia Alradhi, Yemen | |||||||||
| Sunday, 01 April 2007 | |||||||||
“Why has he come home early? He looks tired and exhausted as if he is coming from the field rather than school. He fell asleep quickly and didn’t eat his lunch or even complete his home work.” Many questions circled her mind. She wanted to ask him about the matter but she knew that he is a reserved boy and does not reveal his secrets, and he was fast asleep.
But her curiosity and love led her to awaken him. "Oh, he is dreaming and looks too warm. Maybe he has a fever?" She asked herself. The sun rose with her worried eyes wide awake. She was troubled about her only son whose nightmares never settled and kept her awake. But whenever she asked him about the matter he answered "I'm tired. I feel ill, Mum." It was time for school, but her son couldn't go so she went to school herself to inform his teacher, but mostly to find answers for the questions that were troubling her mind, questions she could perhaps ask his classmates. Softly she moved towards a group of children who were singing as innocent birds. “Where is class two, my son?” she asked one of them. “It’s there beside that tree” he replied and pointed towards the class. She went to the class and her heart trembled in shock when she saw him standing by the door of the class with his slashing stick. “Students should be seen and not heard” he shouted as his merciless weapon struck some pupils. “Excuse me, teacher”, her faint words temporarily halted the punishment. “Yes, Madam" he replied as a gentleman. “My son can't come today. He is sick” she said. “Ok. But I'm sorry I don't know him well. I've just come to teach two days ago. Could you tell me his name” he asked. “Fuad” she replied. “Ok." he said as he wrote Fuad's name. When she returned home and saw her son occupied with video games, she knew that fear kept him away from school. She wondered how many times her son had been hit, and she felt hopeless realizing that she lacked the power to influence or change the attitude of a teacher who deemed himself executioner. The relationship between teachers and learners is considered a holy one as it should be based on love and respect, mercy, patience and guidance. Teachers should be instructors for the adult learners and parents for the young ones. But to turn their job into executioners, results in many injuries and scars on the face of education and only turns schools to prisons. Research has consistently uncovered the negative influence of punishments on children and revealed the benefits of positive attitudes, encouragements, and positive reinforcements on children. “But how can we keep the class quiet?” “Spare the rod and spoil the boy.” These were the defensive comments some teachers used when I told them that it is illogical and inhumane to punish students physically. The other form of abuse that some teachers use to punish students is to attack their self-esteem and integrity. Words such as donkey, monkey, and stupid are all too common and lead us to wonder whether teachers are fathers and mothers or enemies whose ghosts haunt the restless students in their sleep and weaken their confidence. And so we have schools in Yemen that are equated with prisons rather than gardens of knowledge. But will teachers, principals, or ministries pay attention? Will parents be able to organize themselves and redefine the teacher’s role? Let us hope so, or we will continue to graduate innocent inmates rather than students.
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