Tuesday 9th October 2012. A date that was pencilled long ago in the diaries of many graduands from Anglia Ruskin University. I was one of them.
It was a magnificent day. A memorable occasion. My graduation ceremony began at 6pm at the Cambridge Corn Exchange, witnessed by a buoyant audience comprising of family relatives and friends, who were all looking forward to the special moment that they would treasure for the rest of their lives.
The title of my course was announced. I was in a buzzing queue of graduands, standing at the bottom of a short flight of stairs that led towards the stage. Professor Michael Thorne, the Vice Chancellor of Anglia Ruskin University, stood tall and gallant in his dashing robes at the centre of the stage, ready to greet and congratualate every student.
My moment had arrived. “IBRAHIM HAMZAH RAHMAN.” My name was announced and was met with applause, as I briskly walked across the stage with a beaming smile and shook hands with the Vice Chancellor. Those were the steps that confirmed I had successfully carried out the journey from graduand to graduate. It was a journey that was visibly observed by my mother, father, grandmother and uncle, all who were sitting in the audience on that momentous evening.
After three long years of study and hard work, one thing was certain. It was so worth it.