December 07, 2012

Growing up

Bismillah...

"What do I want to be when I grow up?"

"I know what I don't want to be...you."

Thinking about it...those words are harsh...yet many spent their adolescent, even up to adulthood thinking that. Mitch Albott narrates in his 'five people you meet in heaven book', how one fights with childhood, how he thought parents are being cruel, inattentive, robs youth of dreams and hope.

It's harsh and unfair.
Yet, why does it rings true?
such as cruel things. it wasn't suppose to happen...yet, it happen. Just as there ARE parents who abandon, abuse or neglect their children.

...but in normal cases...
they're human
serious flaws as they age up, and so would we, actually...when it's our time
what's unforgivable, we might understand as we grow older

but right now...
injustice, frustrations vented out on kids
I mean the mild emotions ones
O loves (sons and daughters), have patience
you might know more
you might know less
even if its unfair, be silent and deliberate before speaking or choosing not to
cry if you must
Allah swt loves you better when you persevere and be patient

don't want to grow up to be like them (act like them)?
then, don't
be better, and forgive them
the way you'd hope your kids would forgive you when 'you' make mistakes, intentional or not

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December 04, 2012

Moving Week

Bismillah...

A wee bit hectic this week,
work keeps on piling up, one after another
report-writing, furniture-moving, book-hunting
it's december, and I don't think I'll get any closure anytime soon

kept telling myself that it's a phase
a new life in every direction: family, work
wishes upon wishes
expectations upon expectations
hopes upon hopes

it's been nagging
a feeling that stings, like iron rust, a misplaced violin chord
a sweet pain named melancholy
when there's something in life you missed
and kept looking at your back 
trying to catch a glimpse of it

maybe because I haven't had a proper goodbye to them
to B, to my lovely twins
like a scratch on a mirror
as if trying to find a balm to smooth that surface

"part of it (love) ... is also letting go."

because I missed them :"(

what kind of person cries everytime she sees her six-years-olds graduate?
when seeing two green money packets?

Afwan my loves, this silly teachers of yours is also a child at heart
thank you for still believing in me and love me unconditionally
regardless of all of those flaws and faults
thank you for your sweetness and loveliness that has been matchless, up till now

yes, am letting go
yet, it doesn't mean the air is less cheery, less vacant from your presence
  
Gah! *face-palm*
right now am hopeless

no matter what
it's still du'a
I want to see you girls again
and hopefully, that essence would still be part of your character

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