Mother

Today, the whole world is celebrating MOTHER’S DAY.

It’s a tragic that I’m back in Malaysia a day before the celebration. Though we did a small celebration of it earlier, the feel wasn’t the same.

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Mama, Thank you.

When I was a baby, You took care of me well. You’ve always been there for me. It doesn’t matter whether it’s middle of the night or 3am, when I cried for milk, you would wake up and fed me. You were there to bathe me 3 times daily and changed my diapers and clothes without any complaints.

When I was a toddler, You were the witness when I first uttered a word and step. You were too, there to bathe me 3 times daily and changed my diapers and clothes without any complaints. You still breastfed me until I’m old enough to drink from a bottle.

As I was growing up as a curious child, You were my teacher. The one who taught me ABC and 123. The one who taught me how to recite Al – Fatihah and few other ayats. The one who taught me how to tie my shoes and wear my clothes properly. You still bathe me, until I’m old enough to bath on my own.

When I was preparing for Kindergarten, You bought all the school uniforms and stationeries for me. You helped me pick out school bag and shoes. You did my hair until I was in Primary 3. You prepared food for me for the recess. You watched me went off to school with daddy. That was our first farewell.

When I was in Primary, You did the same routine as in Kindergarten. You were my teacher. A patient teacher. You helped me do my homework until I finished it. You did my art works because I was terrible at it , and all that left for me was to colour it. You would scold me If I behaved badly. If I didn’t listen, I’d get a ‘lovely surprise’ or two from your hand. But I know you did it out of love.

When I was in Primary 6, extremely nervous for my first big exam, You were there as my number 1 cheerleader. You’d helped me by giving me past year papers to do and such. When I first got my tonsil, You were there to make sure I took my medication and make sure I was well enough to study though you and the rest of the family made fun of my ‘robotic’ voice. I made you and daddy proud of my result, Straight As. I still remembered you hugged me and cried. You congratulated me. I was happy for myself because I have made you and daddy proud of me.

When I was in Secondary, I was slowly turning as the typical rebellious teenager. However, you and daddy were so calm in raising us 3 teenagers and 1 kid. You would give me good advices and talk about religion stuff that I never listened back in the days. When it was time for me to face my second big exam (Secondary 3), you would made me hot milo or nescafe at night while I was studying. You would wake me up early morning (before subuh) so I could continue my study. And again, I didn’t disappoint you and daddy when I got good result for my PMB.

When it was time for me to enter Secondary 4, you and daddy had a bigger plan for me. You and daddy were about to send me off to KTJ. A 2.5 hour plane ride and an hour ride from Cyberjaya. As a 14 year old teen, I didn’t quite know what you and daddy plan was. I thought I was going to be cast out for having a boyfriend at that young age. At that time, I decided to break up with him so you and daddy won’t sent me off. I thought it was my fault. I thought you and daddy didn’t love me anymore. But, boy.. With a good grades and stuff, I was quite stupid too. Haha. I  know what you and daddy did was a good thing for my future. You and daddy wanted a good and secure future for me.

And now.. Alhamdulillah. You and daddy had raised Hanani, Hafiz, me and, Mazni well. The 3 of us are now in University. Just another step to make you guys proud of us.

Mama, Thank you. Again.

For being such a strong, wonderful, loving, caring mother.

You’re a Wonder Woman in my life. There is NO ONE that could ever replace you.

I would forever be thankful for whatever that you’ve done for me.

I wish I could tell you in person, mama. I really wish I could.

But you know that our love for you is to death! And this is just a small proof of my love to you!

I love you, mama.

Mama’s 50th Birthday

Taken back in Form 3. –xoxo-