Assalamualaykumwarahmatullah,
It was a long while since I had been deteriorating my own heart by holding back myself from writing. Many words and lines never fail to ruthlessly reappear in mind over and over again, asking for freedom from the cage I caved for weeks. How was I supposed to end this torture? While my heart shattered into pieces, my eyes barely closed to find dreams that I thoughtfully wished, were better than reality.
Long story short, Poppu (nama laptop lama) dah rosak, so tak boleh online yow. Alhamdulillah, Poppucu (nama laptop baru) is here to make me less of a drama-and-desperate-for-writing queen :D
This izzz Poppu! Poppucu is still a shy shy one. But anywayssssss.....
Raya has been awesome! Ironically, nothing awesome actually happened. Really. But the thought of seeing everyone after a year just made the days awesome than IB days (what a comparison, right) It's relieving too the fact that everyone seems to be more interested in talking about me flying off next 2 weeks that getting married early WOHOOOO! This must be because I have many grandmas and granddads, and they are pretty rockin' to be firm supporters for early marriage. And here's the most rockin' one: (totally unrelated to marriage topic)
Atok is definitely one of my most favourite men in the world! He is tufted fun, caring and adorable all at the same time. What makes him more special is me; makes him a cool Atok to have a cool granddaughter. Hehehehehhehehe. This Raya I have unleashed gitu one more trait of him; loving. Not an ordinary loving, but an extraordinary one.
Is it too much to say that a daughter means the world to a father even if she has a world of her own? I have no clue how much a father could actually love his daughter but I bet my father has not giving any hint either. But well, my Abah is one of a kind who tries all out to find me a mere sheet of tissue in the car because I have cold; or repeatedly knocks on my door just to check if I'm okay inside of my OWN room; or guarantees me that he has all the money in the world to buy me the world. I'm not spoiled, or maybe I am, but I am not sure if I appreciate him enough. My Abah is more or less like my Atok. The same traits and the same tenderness of love. But based on the living proof I have witnessed, I wish to not repeat the same story I heard this year Eid.
My point is............. appreciate those few men in your life (boyfriend is strictly excluded). Even if it's the Eid, not Father's Day. This Eid, isn't only celebration of winning the nafs during Ramadhan; it's a celebration of love, too.
I use this photo for the Eid hoping people get my message right. Other than my inai is pretty,
Happy Eid! Maaf zahir dan batin everyone!
ps/ many complaint I always leave my sentence/stories hanging. Well, habit dies hard :P
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