''Berat mata memandang...lagi berat bahu yang memikul..''

This is actually not to tell a bad story bout anybody. It's just for us to take it as a lesson. Everybody will surely pass part of their life intricacy. I though that am having a very tough part of my life when my father is now suffering his life of stroke attack. Love my father so much that I cant barely look at him with his current situation right now. I cant believe my eyes tht my father who is the only person who always be there for me regardless of time. I used to call my father every moment whenever am in trouble. I was so hopeless during that time. I relied on him in anything. I remember there was one time when I was driving from melacca back to KL (convoyed with my elder sist), my SLK (Small Little Kancil - name given by my dad of course), my car suddenly broke down near the toll gate where the gear got stuck and I got panicky and not know what to do except for getting the phone in my hand  and straightly called my dad who was actually in Kota Bharu at tht moment.  Crying and screaming while asking for what should I do. I cant think when i got panic like that. I was terribly useless, whenever I cant do well in my study, or i got stuck for not having money or i got mad or frustrated with anybody, i will call my father. My father used to be my brain. He is a very calm man. I was like tht until my father got stroke 3 years ago.  But now..I think may be God wanted to teach me to be independent, that's why he took my father's ability from him. No matter what..my pray will always be with him. I really want to see him get back as how was used to be before.


Ok back to the root, actually, my father's condition is not as bad as other people. Sometimes I got envy with people who have a healthy dad, but i definitely cant compare. God has given me so much in my life. And am thankful for that everything. It was like this, i was in the toilet, when I suddenly smell something ''not so good''  from the other side of the toilet room . I come to think to myself, why is it her period smell like that? When I got out, and I met her, as if she knew what's in my mind. She told me, tht she cant pray for like almost a year. Because her period keep on pouring out. And she even showed me tht she went for alternatives medication where the bomoh will have to beat her with some kind of tongkat called NONA, to get rid of the ''unwanted'' creature inside her body. MasyaAllah, when i saw the marked on her backed, to be specific, the butt, i was almost crying. It is so terrible and I dont know how she can stand the pain. She told me that she cant, but want it or not, she ought to. From, there, i started to realize that, there are many people who are a lot more less fortunate than me. Therefore, I'm so thankful with what god has given me so far. And I wished that, that lady will heal in time soon. Kesian to her small kids and husband.