Life

A lot of things went through my life recently.. Find a new love.. then lost the old one.. Gain some new things.. but broke some old stuff.. and that makes me sometimes sitting down thinking what am i doing.. And at the end of the day.. I start to realized.. that this is life.. It will bring you to the place u may never know until u reached there..
I lost my beloved nenek in one serene morning.. and as a Muslim, its not a nice thing to cry over the death since it believed to put on the burden on the deceased.. But forgive me.. as a grandchild who grown up with my late nenek, i can't hold my tears from dropping down drowning my own feet..

And because of love.. this post is tribute to my beloved nenek.. may her soul will rest in peace..

Al-Fatihah..

..Get Well Soon..

IT was a very sunny afternoon when I decided to take a walk around my backyard back at my home sweet home. It's not an ordinary walk. It's a walk with my father. He is not in a really good condition and his health is one of the things he do not proud of to talk about today. The fever just keep coming back to strike his immune system. And this make our walk went as slow as we get.

It's been quite a while we did not doing this, walking together and sharing some old memories.

Sometimes my father blow up a laugh deep from his throat. A laugh that sound more like he is holding a pain in it. I intended to get a portray of him but my hands start shaking and my eyes getting watery when I saw a paint of mark on his back caused by spending too much time lying on bed. Thus, I wish he can get out of bed longer and the mark will just vanish. But at his age, only miracle can save him from not having any health difficulties. And looking back at his photos now, only one rhyme that keep rewind in my head.. Get Well Soon, father.

Kisah Tiga Ketul Roti

Inilah tiga ketul roti itu..

Disuatu pagi dihari Rabu disebuah Pasar Tani, saya ke tapak gerai yang menjual roti-roti kecil pelbagai inti. "Pilih dik, tiga biji seringgit dua puluh sen sajer. Adik boleh campur-campur, tak ada masalah. Asalkan adik suka." Itu celoteh akak penjual roti, ramah tersenyum manis. Saya cuma membalas dengan senyum nipis sambil tangan mencapai ketulan-ketulan roti yang diingini. Akhirnya roti-roti kecil comel yang lembut berintikan ikan bilis, sardin dan kacang merah menjadi pilihan. Saya masukkan tiga ketul roti itu ke dalam plastik yang telah sedia terbuka di tangan akak penjual roti. "Dah ye dik? Terima kasih. Alhamdulillah".

Kaku seketika, saya bagai tersedar dari mimpi. Terkesima mendengar tutur kata lembut dari bibir akak penjual roti. Sungguh tulus hingga terlekat dihati. Saya pandang wajah mulus akak penjual roti. Jelas wajah itu berseri dengan sinar indah yang suci. Tatkala berjalan pulang, saya terfikir sendiri. 'Alhamdulillah'. Lama benar saya tidak melafazkan perkataan itu dengan benar-benar luhur dari hati. Dan rasanya lebih lama lagi saya senang melemparkan keluhan daripada mensyukuri nikmat yang diperolehi. Muharram datang lagi. Harapnya masih belum terlewat untuk saya menginsafi diri. Saya seharusnya lebih menghargai apa yang saya miliki, dari terus menagih kepalsuan sebuah mimpi.