I would like to dedicate this to all the mothers in the world. Especially to my dear mother Puan Hajjah Khadijah bt Kamaruzzaman (and others who also bears the same name).
Dearest Mak,
I love you so very much. Nothing else matters than your wishes. I know that I was not a very 'ideal' son or 'anak yang soleh' in a true sense, as I would like it to be. Moreover, now I'm mostly occupied, especially with my work, my own family and all.
I knew that I did not really make your life easier, especially during my early childhood. I was not a healthy child back then. Every other month or so, you had to seek doctor's advice and medication on my not so-strong lungs. So much so that the Vicks VapoRub (in the blue glass canister) was my best friend.
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| My best friend when I was a small boy |
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| Mak and my eldest brother Yeop |
Obviously Mak, these writings goes to your late mother, my dearest opah Hajjah Embun bt Lebai Ahmad.
Oh God, I really missed her, now that she's mentioned. Opah was really a kind woman. She taught me a lot of things about life as a Kampung Boy. She taught me the Quran. She showed me how to feed the chicken, and how to sent them back to their 'reban' at dusk. How to take their eggs in the 'sangkar' without upsetting the mother hen. I knew things like how to make water filter using few layers of sediments, rocks and granules. As well as the process of making the mengkuang mat, from start to finish and other things only a kampung boy knew.
Opah even gave me 20 ringgit when I said I wanted to go to town to meet a friend.
'Grandson, whatever it is, don't break someone's daughter's heart.'
'Grandson, whatever it is, don't break someone's daughter's heart.'
I was like 'terkedu' when I heard she said that. Well, she's the Tok Guru daughter, by the way. I spent like RM13.50 at the KFC with eehhmm, my friend, who's a girl. I hope and pray that Opah now resting in what said by the Holy Prophet, in one of the Garden of the many Gardens of Paradise and may the Almighty illuminates her grave and expand it as far as the eyes could see.
Dearest Mak,
Here, I would also want to clarify something. Remember, when Ayah and Opah had plans for me when I came back from Glasgow. You too had your own plan. You introduced me to one of your friend's daughter. She's very sweet, fair, lovely, with brunette wavy hair, hazel eyes and exotic name (reminds me of my princess Ayra).
Not that I felt awkward knowing that she came from a 'lord' family and the father a Datuk has a big bungalow at SS2, and loved to karaoke all night long, as opposed to dear Ayah who's a mosque-goer and always waking up at night offering solat tahajjud and all. Not that at all. The reason simply, she smokes, and her breath stinks.
Now, that I have taken it out of my chest, I would like to thank you also for not accepting those lovely girls I introduced to you in JB. Else, I'll be writing a blog entitled 'From JB with Love', or 'Bukan Kemahuan Fikiran'.
So Dear Mak,
Thank you very much giving birth to me, for taking care of me when I was feeble and helpless. I'll make doa to the Almighty after every solat, so that He forgives all the wrongdoings and have His infinite Mercy on both of you and Ayah, and will love you both much more than your love for me.
To all the mothers in Malaysia and in the whole world especially to the mother of my lovely kids (ok, ok ... you too MIL), you are our saviour, you are our everything.
Happy Mother's Day
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| My dearest Mak and me |
