Happy Mother’s Day!

Hi everyone! Assalamualaikum.

I’m stealing my time just to write a post on how honestly, genuinely I feel about having a mom who’s just beyond perfect, which is the best person in the world.

From little, I always have this thought in my mind. I wanna be exactly like mama when I grow older, I wanna be a lecturer just like her, I wanna be just as strong as her, I wanna walk and drive like her. ‘Cause you know what? Everything about her is just too perfect, wallahi.

Growing up in a moderate family is a bless I would say. But never ever in front of us, my mom would   sigh and complain about her job, her problem. I never see that in her. But deep down I knew, she’s in trouble. We went ups and downs together. Even if it was the very worst of ‘downs’ happening, she would never give up and discourage us, kids. In every problem that occured, she bravely endure it without involving us, I really saw the protective side of her that shows that she’s very selfless. Later I thought, why would something bad happen to good person like her.

Talking about priorities, she really put a high hope on us in education. She doesn’t want no. 3 in class, she doesn’t want 80/100, but she wants a perfect score. Since kindergarten, we had been taught on being competitive healthily. I remember that there was this one time where I entered a coloring competition. I didnt have color pencils and I didnt tell my parents about it. I didnt want to cause I thought that it was not that important. On the competition day, when we arrived there, mom knew about it and there was no time to buy one plus it was really early in the morning. Putting the feeling of embarrassment aside, she asked and borrowed some color pencils from a stranger next to me. We didnt even know them yet she took all her courage to do that just for me to finish the competition. I knew deep inside, who on earth would do that, knowing that it is a bloody coloring competiton so why wouldnt this bloody kid bring one. But well, my mom did it. I didnt remember wheter i won it or not but that doesnt matter. What matter is how my mom cope with that.

Reminiscing about high school, i remember that when i was in form 1, i was in a science residential school which is like 2 hours away from home. Just on the first day, i felt homesick as heck that i cried every time i performed my prayer, every time before i went to sleep, every time when i called my mom using that damn old public phone. It was really torturing cause that’s the first time i was being away from home. Because of that, my mom came every week just to visit me and pamper this stupid spoiled brat who only knew to complain everything and ask for many stupid things. I was really childish at that time. I forced my mom to come to my school on every week without even thinking about her time and priorities, without even thinking the money that she had to spend for me, without even thinking on how tiring that she had to drive by herself. Wallahi, she never complaint that to me. Never. I made a rebel once cause i wanna go out of that school so bad. I hate the environment cause it was toxic. Had been mentally bullied by some seniors and ive received a chain letter from my own roommate. It was very tormenting. It only lasted for 7 months cause my mom brought me out finally. It was damn hard at that time just to transfer me out of that school. The procedure was too complicated. But my mom never failed to fulfill my needs and even go up to the office almost everyday to settle down about my school issues. I aint a problematic kid, my attitude and performance was good, it’s just that i cant cope with the environment. Thats that.

Reaching ramadan, i remember she would wake up as early as 4.30 am just to cook something for sahur. We could just eat something light but nope, she would prepare at least one kind of dish for us. Have we, kids ever help her in the kitchen? Nope. We, lazy ass only knew how to eat when we’ve been patiently woken up by mom. Preparing for iftar? Ahaa we only knew how to ask and ask. Mom’s an angel. She’s indeed a besutiful angel.

Having family crisis? That’s normal. I didnt want to elaborate more on this but just so you know, she really had a hard time once with my dad. I just wanna highlight on how strong is she to really endure and fight and protect her family. Im glad that now she found her happiness. I think it’s time for me, as her child, as her first daughter to put aside all my negative thinking, my feeling and sacrifice something for her in which she’s having now. I’m happy for my mom. Thinking as an adult, we all want to be happy with our partner, we dont want to grow old alone and reaching the dead line alone, thus i really understand that. We, as children have no right to give our preferences on what should our parents do. They’re the ones who should decide.

Last but not least, there are so many things that my mom has done for me and my siblings. Wallahi, i cannot repay with anything but dua’ for the best in dunya and the akhirah. I just realized that when im being away from my mom, it was really scary to not knowing whats happening at home. But when im there, i dont really appreciate it. Some of the things that she always reminds me;
do not ever hate people even if they do bad to us, so just do good and do good cause life is short. With that, happy mother’s day mama. Im sad that im not with you right now but my dua is always with you.

Pre-Mini Test

Bismillahirahmanirahim.

Hey there. It seems like everyone is not done with GE14 yet. Oh well? So do I. One by one has been exposed. Hashtag spill the tea. 

Anyhow, it's a brand new day, new Malaysia, I really really hope this country is really going towards a better nation. Not only with the manifestos, but of course with the people itself. I can't even describe how proud I am of this recent election. For the first time ever, this kind of thing happens here. Before this, I was not so aware about this political issues and stuffs but anyhow, we all grow up right? Whatever it is, it's surely our responsibility in choosing the best leader of all. So, if you are one of those people who says "hm nah, these politic stuffs are not my thing", then you're the worst kind of people. 

Nevertheless, having different opinions and sides of political parties doesn't have to keep everyone apart. When it comes to work or personal matter, put that aside. Everyone can choose, everyone has their own side but try to not put that in the very first thing in your daily work. 

By the way, I'm in my college while my friends and my family members are currently enjoying their one week holiday at home. Homesick strikes so bad. Anyhow, there's a reason why I came back earlier than everybody else. I got a mini test on this Tuesday and my knowledge is just 30% currently. My level of stupidity and procrastination is just so high, reaching to the infinity. Medical school is one hell of a ride. Lol. Haven't even reached the end of year 1 but the feeling is catastrophic. 

Currently we are studying about bacteria, parasites, virus and so on. Another thing is about drugs, specifically pharmacology. It's too much. The name itself is nonsense. Can't even say it right. I salute them, pharmacy students. 

Reaching to the end, it's good to be alive now, to really witnessing this victory of the people, now they realize and see the power of people. My level of happiness is ridiculously high. Alhamdulillah. I can't wait for the good things to be happened next. Here's to a new Malaysia!