بسم الله الرحمن االرحيم
I plan to make this
entry on someone's birthday.
Someone who I live
in before living in this world.
Someone who had
brought me up.
Someone who had
taught me about faith and believe.
Someone who had
instilled in me confidence and esteem.
Someone who had
convinced me that she will always be there for me.
Someone whom I love
with all my heart but still, I couldn't love her enough if people were to
compare our love for each other.
A mother's love is
the next powerful thing after your love for Allah and His Messenger pbuh.
I am among the
fortunate children to have the touch of a mother.
الحمد لله كثيرا
But you know what, I
am five days late.
I could never list
everything that Mek had done for me, for it is endless.
Mek was the one who
had difficulty in sleeping when I told her my SPM chemistry paper was not easy
(I just told her it wasn't easy; not it was difficult).
She was the one who
kept rekindling my self-confidence when I was in medical school.
She is my greatest
source of motivation for just listening to her voice could soothes my worries
and boosts my energy.
She would be worried
just because I am not smiling.
I am reminded most
to smile because she told me she loved seeing me smiling. (so does ayah ^.^)
She never forgets to
give me advices over and over again because she knows how forgetful I am.
She is the best
mother to have; and you would want to have a mother in law like her. (you gan
get the testimonies from by SIL and BIL :P )
Whenever I am not
happy or sad or tired or feeling anything not good, she lifted up my spirit
even when she is not around. You know how? By telling me that I will always be
in her prayers and most importantly, by reminding me that Allah is always with
us :)
My all time
favourite of all her advices: be a good girl, anywhere, anytime =)
Her advice that I
remember the most everytime I feel like giving up: you had chosen your path, so
do your best at it!
I am such a bad
daughter because I often made her worry, especially when I started working.
This is a story
during the first few weeks of my working life:
I was not a
hardworking student so I am lacking in knowledge and competency. The result
would show when you start working. I worked so slow and very inefficiently I
ended up going back from work at 12midnight the earliest with minimal oral
intake. The usual hours are 2/3am in the morning. That was such a strain to my
body (who had been having excessive sleeping hours and food during half a year
holiday). One day off every week was spent for sleep and laundry. I lost 5kg in
just two weeks and had a very bad URTI - leaving me almost voiceless. Both mek
and ayah were so worried and like a magic to me, they turned up (I am so glad I
applied somewhere near home ^.^ ; *tips for newly medical graduate-apply for
housemanship in the hospital I am working right now- insyaAllah pasti dapat
^.^). As guilty as I am to make them worry, I was exhilarated by their
presence. Even better, mek stayed with me for that night =) For whatever reason, of all nights I had
been having that URTI, I continuously coughing throughout the night, hardly
able to sleep despite of the exhaustion. And I remembered, mek called me out
and handed me a glass of warm asam jawa drink *it still felt like a dream to
me* and biiznillah, my cough got away for the whole night and I got a lovely,
deep 3-hours sleep before going back to work the next morning.
A mother's love is
like the universe- unquantifiable.
For I am late in
writing this tribute, I will include a tribute due in fifteen days in this one
as well. After all, it is for mek's another half =) and the story I am about to
tell had them both as my saviors.
About a person whom without him and mek, I wouldn't have existed.
Someone who taught me about living a life.
Someone who had proven me that there is always a way no matter how difficult life can be.
Someone who wouldn't like me crying even when I was a little girl but will still get worried anyway.
Someone who would always be worried about my safety and health.
Someone who would do his best to provide the best for his loved ones.
Someone who showed me the meaning of courage and perseverance.
Someone whom my siblings and I called MacGyver because he is such a hero to all of us :)
Ayah was the type
who wouldn't talk much about anything unless it was necessary or he was asked
about it.
He would always tell
me (and my other siblings as well): anak ayah dah besar, boleh buat keputusan
sendiri, kalau perlu ayah beri nasihat.
That's how cool ayah
is.
Another thing, just
recently I heard on radio about woman and man worrying. One of the lines that I
remembered was: 'it is not that man does not worry, they just don't show their
worries'. It's true. You know why? I did mention before that I lost quite a
number of weight when I started working (which is something I like actually),
and ayah didn't really say anything. He just reminded me to take my meals
properly and not just some light snack, supplied me with multivitamins and told
me to have a good rest whenever possible. I never thought the fact that I lost
weight worried him until one fine day after few months (after I had regained a
bit of weight) when I got home, he said: 'mah dah nampak sihat sikit dah. Macam
ni baru lah anak ayah' ^.^
Well, u can conclude
yourself ;)
Very much like a
dad, ayah is serious no matter how funny and sporting he can be. Mek always
said: 'anak-anak mek susah nak dengar cakap mek, tapi kalau ayah cakap sekali
je, semua dengar' --> that line summarises how lovely mek is and how strict
ayah is =P sorry mek, we all tried our best to be obedient ;D
When I was a child,
I used to be a cry-baby(which aggravates my brothers' desire to tease me) and
ayah didn't like people crying - this taught me to be stronger and not to cry
on petty, little things.
If anyone were to talk about bravery, ayah will immediately come to my mind. Ayah is such a brave
man. He would always do his best to give us comfort and security. He would
always ensure our safety and be there whenever we are in need. He stood up for
the truth and never let a lie lasts. - even more reason to admire him.
And here is the story that would remind me of their love for me:
There was this fine
day when I was supposed to celebrate my graduation with the rest of my
classmates and lecturers- with our parents as the guests of honour. I looked
forward to this day ever since I got the invitation letter, I told my parents
earlier so they could get leave for that day- and they did =) In fact, on the
day itself, we planned in such a way that my parents would go the venue first
and I would come later(the situation wouldn't let us go together). Regardless
of everything, destiny had decided for me not to be able to go for that event.
Something happened near my workplace. Because of that incident, my parents had
to come all the way from Cheras to Klang, and I felt so guilty and sorry for
two things - for troubling them all the way there and for making them unable to
attend the event. But you know what? They told me that they were grateful that
they took leaves so they can be with me and accompany me. And they said (I would never want to
forget, when I told them I am sorry for what had happened):
Mek: 'what important
is that mek and ayah want you to be the happiest girl in this world!'
Ayah: 'any time, any
where, I will be there for you'
I could never finish
this list. No matter what, I am grateful for mek and ayah and no one could ever
replace them and no one can love me more than they do=) No matter what, I am grateful for mek and ayah and no one could ever
replace them. May I become a daughter who would benefit them both in this world
and hereafter.
To mek and ayah,
happy birthday, may every second of your life filled with love and blessings
from Allah swt, be it in ease or difficulties. Thank you so much for having me
as your child. Lnmusm <3 p="">
