on the road heading the holy land, sitting next to me, sleeping quietly, i saw that age has caught up with her. she didn't move a bit, nor did she snored. neither did she twitched when i touch her hands.
.. i almost thought that she must have died. and i cried. i was scared. and i cried. and i have yet to seek forgiveness for all the bad things i did. for all the words i uttered. and she may have done or said things i can't agree with, but she is still my mother.
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that was days ago. i love her. still do. but nothing i did goes well with her. nothing. never.
5 comments:
hajjah sudah balik kah? :)
welcome home fiqa!
write more!
i guess everyone has issues with their mothers. maybe that's how you become to be the strong person you are now.
hope you get over your jet lag soon!
makcik, i so miss having adventures with you la. bila mau datang sini?
UD : ya udah pak. :D
ina : gosh, i miss u too ok. ade air terjun ke kat manchester? huhu. i really hope i could go to your place b4 the year ends. huhu.
i love my mom too. rindu nak baca entry baru! :)
aishah : errr, ni bukan entry baru ke ni? LOL. kira dah terubat la kan rindu dirimu (*nenene, nenene, nene) padaku kan?
*ikut lagu feminin. LOL.
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