Thousand miles away from home, few hours apart from them, and many many lost hugs and kisses in between. I wish going back home to the was as easy as buying the metroticket, i wish booking a flight ticket is as cheap as buying the bus ticket, i wish home was not thousand miles away from where i am. Yo just have this feeling that you need them right there, right now. I mean, my mama always tell me to adapt to the changes, the surrounding and the city that I am now. Don't get me wrong, I am adapting and afterall, it was my choice to study here. Nak tak nak, saya kena juga berpisah dengan mama and abah for few years. Tapi tapi,
- saya rindu cium tangan abah and mama sebelum tidur
- saya rindu family dinner sama sama
- saya rindu breakfast kat kanna every saturday
- saya rindu abah's hug because thats where i feel most secure in, in my daddy's arm.
- saya rindu mama's chocolate cake.
- saya rindu makan kat kopitiam/mcd every sunday.
- saya rindu abah's and mama's kisses before i go to sleep.
- saya rindu abah dan mama :(
Abah and mama,
Thanks for everything that you have done for me. You have taught me that I am able to stand on my own. You have taught me right from wrongs. You have taught me that your little princess can chase her dreams. Near or far, young or old, I will always be daddy's little girl and mummy's little bestfriend. Can't wait to see both of you again and hug you guys as tightly as i can. Pray for my success and may Allah bless both of you for being the BEST parents any daughter can imagine having. Insyaallah, I will never let you down, parents. Love you lots. Assalamualaikum <3
Till then,
I love you, parents.
My Amirah,
ReplyDelete1. Congratulations on the launching of your blog. Welcome to the blogsphere;
2. Near or far, you and I, and Mama and Adik are always together in our hearts;
3. Yours in a journey of quest, so you have to endure.
4. For food of thoughts, here’s is a poem by Kahlil Gibran:
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Love, Abah.
Thanks daddy for the beautiful poem. I do miss home and at times it gets so hard. Ye lah, tak biasa seperated from you guys kan? :( can't wait to be home!:)
ReplyDeletewahhhh,ade blog nampak!:)hehehehehehehe
ReplyDeleteadik jealous sbb kak mirah tulis lagi panjang. heheheh
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