This special entry is dedicated to the one and only Hajah Azmah, my Mother.
I don’t know how to describe my love to her. Yes! It’s big. In fact it’s bigger than my love to any other person in this world, which is including my Father.
Since I was a little kid, I know I got more attention from my Mother compare to my Sister. It is maybe because I am Thalassemian or maybe I am the youngest one in the family.
I still remember, I got walkman during my 12th birthday, Ella’s cassette after my major operation, I got a pink wristwatch at 10th birthday and until now I still got what I wished from My Mother like rice cooker, blender and toaster. Sigh, such a spoil daughter.
This is only material part, did I mention about time – how my mom scarified her time for me. Like accompany me to the hospital since I was 3 years old, accompany me while I was warded in the hospital for a month/weeks. Double sigh.
My worst nightmare is when My Mom refused to talk with me for a Month! I don’t want to recall anything now. It was happened last year, which totally killed me deep down inside. However, I guess my Mom suffered it’s the most, as she really wish ‘something good’ happened but end up ‘tragically’. Yes! It was a tragedy! I don’t know how many times I should say it but still I must say ‘I am truly sorry, mak’ – wish this never happen again in future.
All of the above is not included her scarify to iron my clothes, cook for me whenever I am hungry, ‘shouted’ at me to take my medicine, etcetera and etceteras.
Its amaze right after all scarify, she never asks anything back! Because she is Mother! My Mother! My Beloved Mother!
Mom, I just wish we to have happy life ahead. I wish I could spend more time with you and our family. I pray for your happiness dunia akhirat. Amin.