Hello world!
Peace be upon you! Yes, you. The one who are reading this right now.
Hello there.
Life is running faster than I think. It runs at the pace that I don't think I can catch up. Not until I reach some point of endurance.
Yesterday, the owner of the house (we refer him as Baba) came to see the light bulbs in my room which has been burnt off since last 2 weeks (can't recall the last time I read my textbook under enough light). While he was talking with the electrician as he fix the lamps, I was there and listening to everything (trying hard to translate everything in my mind though)
As far as I understand, they was talking about the daughter of the electrician whom seems to be in trouble marriage and struggling with life problems. Baba asked him how many daughters left with him (if I'm not mistaken) and he said 2 more. They expressed their worries through du'a phrase (Rabbuna khallikoo). I bet that every dad could relate. Even any parents are more than could.
Suddenly, I miss my dad. Thus, the orange shirt for today. (wear 'em to class this morning)
My dad have words on the clothes we're buying. (of course since he'll be the one who paid for it) However, since I'm getting my shopping done by myself these days, he rarely got to do that for me anymore.
This orange shirt got her own story. My dad bought me the shirt during his trip to Melaka 2 yrs ago. My kakak was asking him to buy one specific shirt at Uniqlo (since there's no Unilqo in Trg) but he returned home with one extra shirt although mine was not from the same store.
I first thought that the colour was too vibrant, and the lacey was sweet but just too fancy for my age. However, I still bring it with me here, cos deep down in my heart I know that the shirt somehow make me feel the warmness of a father love.
I guess we will never understand our parents worries and concerns. Not until we become one.
Till then, lets be kind to our parents and always be the best daughter/son to them.
O Allah, grant our parents your Jannah. Amin.
mar d
suluhan lampu studi
JCA violin minus one
p/s:
be strong..
Peace be upon you! Yes, you. The one who are reading this right now.
Hello there.
Life is running faster than I think. It runs at the pace that I don't think I can catch up. Not until I reach some point of endurance.
Yesterday, the owner of the house (we refer him as Baba) came to see the light bulbs in my room which has been burnt off since last 2 weeks (can't recall the last time I read my textbook under enough light). While he was talking with the electrician as he fix the lamps, I was there and listening to everything (trying hard to translate everything in my mind though)
As far as I understand, they was talking about the daughter of the electrician whom seems to be in trouble marriage and struggling with life problems. Baba asked him how many daughters left with him (if I'm not mistaken) and he said 2 more. They expressed their worries through du'a phrase (Rabbuna khallikoo). I bet that every dad could relate. Even any parents are more than could.
Suddenly, I miss my dad. Thus, the orange shirt for today. (wear 'em to class this morning)
My dad have words on the clothes we're buying. (of course since he'll be the one who paid for it) However, since I'm getting my shopping done by myself these days, he rarely got to do that for me anymore.
This orange shirt got her own story. My dad bought me the shirt during his trip to Melaka 2 yrs ago. My kakak was asking him to buy one specific shirt at Uniqlo (since there's no Unilqo in Trg) but he returned home with one extra shirt although mine was not from the same store.
I first thought that the colour was too vibrant, and the lacey was sweet but just too fancy for my age. However, I still bring it with me here, cos deep down in my heart I know that the shirt somehow make me feel the warmness of a father love.
I guess we will never understand our parents worries and concerns. Not until we become one.
Till then, lets be kind to our parents and always be the best daughter/son to them.
O Allah, grant our parents your Jannah. Amin.
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| During last winter trip, in our hostel room in Prague. |
mar d
suluhan lampu studi
JCA violin minus one
p/s:
be strong..
