Why woman cry

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I need to” she said.
…
“I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise Shaykh (his Islamic Teacher). “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.

“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?”

The wise teacher replied,

“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children.

He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers…

You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.”

The little boy found the answer and never asked the same question again

Unconditional love lives with the parents.

Lately I have been thinking about very important thoughts. Here I am, at the age of 23 years old, a final year student. I have about 3 months to spend as a student. And after that, I’m going to step into another new phase. Working. It is something new to me. I’ve experienced working before. It’s just that this is a new serious thing which I have to make a very precise and serious decision on where would I want to work. Where would be the best place for me to start my life?

Initially, I thought maybe I would like to apply to work in the big city, near any university which I can further my study, because Insya-Allah, I would like to do master after 2 or 3 years working. That was my initial plan. So, in order to do that, maybe I would apply to teach at Selangor, KL, or Bangi maybe. That was me, thinking about me, and only me.

Lately, I’ve been spending so many times with my family, my mom and my dad especially. We’ve been talking, doing things together, not so many things, but that’s surely enough to alter my decision. Observing how they went through they days at home, I felt something; a responsible to make their days better. To let them feel like any other father and mother did. It’s not like my brothers and sisters failed to do so. They have done their part, and I’m sure, they have been through this same phase in their life thinking about our mom and dad.

When I got the letter from UKM, telling I was accepted to further my study, I was happy I am sure my mom and dad were too. But my mom especially, was very worried. Why? She did not know how to get money to support my study. She was torn I am sure. Initially she wanted me to work because she cannot work any harder to gain money to support me. I was pissed. We have a bit of argument about that. And my dad said, “Go for it”.

However, I made it through, got into UKM, until this very last semester of my study. Alhamdulillah, I never failed any subject, my pointer was never a disappointment to me and my parents.

All this time, I’ve been through a few bad moments. And almost all, the voice of my mother, makes me feel at ease. I can’t remember just how many times I’ve been down and just how many times did I had argument with my mom, but still, when I get back home, she’ll always show me that unconditional love she always had. Showing how much she cares even sometimes I said she didn’t.

The last time I went back home, I had this conversation with my mom. I asked her, where I should apply for posting. She said home is better. It’s near to the family, and it’ll be easier. When I told her I wanted to apply posting away from home, to be away from everybody, she sit there, with a face of no expression. And I know, she was sad and disappointed. She would like me to be near family. That’s what a mother would want right? For her children to be close to her. And suddenly she said, she always wanted to go for holiday, anywhere far, the place where everybody had been to and she has never got the chance to go. Like Langkawi. She said she get bored sit at home and doing the same thing all day. I promised her I would take her one day, and I would. I asked her, why didn’t she ask my brothers or sisters if she always wanted to go there? She said she makes calculation about each child. She observed how they live their life, and how many would it take for them to bring her for a holiday. And she said she don’t want to burden any of them because they have to think about other things. At that moment, as I look at my mother, I knew now, just how much she had sacrificed and keeping what she wants untold for the sake of her children especially me, since this last 4 years has been very hard for her, supporting me study.

My father may not be the person I would talk about everything with. But I knew for sure, he has the same amount of hope and expectations with my mom. His health condition is not very good now. But I always knew, he put it all behind his back so he can do the best for his children’s life. I knew this sounds simple but this is how I know he really cares. Every time I went back home, he’ll be asking what would I want for breakfast. If I wanted to eat anything, he would always go out there and look for it. He’s too old to work now. That’s what I think.

I remember when I was waiting for SPM result, I would have this interview. However, during that day, it rained heavily. And I decided not to go. He then asked me to get ready he would bring me, with a motorcycle. That’s what he got, because he cannot drive now. And so, we went to the interview, and we both soaked up along the road. I have my jacket with me, I would want to give it to him, but he didn’t want to take it. Along the road, I can see him shivering out of cold. As I look at him, I promised he would not have to do that again, not to ride in the rain ever again.

People use to call my father “haji”.  But he had never gone for hajj before. Every time I heard people call him “haji”, I knew deep inside, he wanted that to really happen. Who wouldn’t want to go for hajj right? I knew he wanted to, but he can’t afford to; and to ask from his children, that’s so not him. Insya-Allah, I will fulfill his dream.

I may have not always been obedient, may not always been good to them. I had arguments and dis-satisfaction with them; but still I will try my best to be the best daughter for the. To make their life better, to fulfill what they want and to serve them as long as I can. 

A joke

BENGANG

enough said

Hanger + Hujan; ada kene mengena dengan Chinese New Year ke?

hujan turun da berapa hari.tak lebat. tp berterusan. so.....lembap + basah je la hari..aku pon naik malas nak bangun pagi-pagi nak pegi keje.sejuk kot! 

chinese new year. urgh. ramai gile kot customer. cam nak tercabut kaki. berdiri lebih 12 jam.

chinese new year, so mostly customer pon chinese la kan.

aku heran. ramai btol orang beli hanger. sume orang cina tu pon beli hanger. timbul kemusykilan di hati. tapi tak cakap pape lagi.

ermm.....

dalam hati:

mungkin, sebab nak sambut chinese new year, diorang kene beli hanger yang baru2 kot. maybe laaa...

Satu hari tu.promoter chinese bayar kat counter aku.

Aku pon interview dia.

I tanya sikit, boleh ka?

Apa?

Ini Chinese New Year kan, kenapa ha, ramai orang cina nak beli hanger. ada apa nak guna dengan hanger? 

Oh...hanger ar?? *dia senyum kambing.

Erm.kalau u tak mao kasi tau takpela.i tanya je. 

Sudah berapa hari hujan maa...mao sangkut baju dalam rumah, tak cukup hanger. itu sebab la beli hanger.

Errr...camtu ea? ooo...

hehehe..memalukan.sengal tak.takde kene mengena hanger dgn Chinese New Year ye. hihihih. 

*sengal la ko ni asiah. 

SO, 

Takde kene mengena dengan : 

Heart of Life by John Mayer

I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good

(Whistle Interlude)

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good