I’m feeling sick!!!! its all because of myself..OMG I’m really3x do hate myself..i just cant undo what I’ve done which make me so devastated. If only I knew I was wrong at the first place, I’m not gonna be so rude and I do promise that I will talk to them in a nicer way.. but there are no point to turn back the time.. Past is passed.. Ya ALLAH, do forgive me for what I’ve done.. I shouldn’t be so rude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Especially to the persons that have suffered the most in their life, the ones that are nice to me, the ones that are so kind, the ones that have good manner, the ones that work so HARD for their LIVES..
Monday, June 30, 2008 at 12.00 pm, I accompanied my mom to withdraw her money in Bank Rakyat. She was going to cash some big digits so I got so nervous. In the bank we sat behind a worried looking old woman. She came before us and I grew suspicious as my mom got the queue first. I tried looking at her number, 3014 and my mom no 1094. how can it be possible?? I started thinking about bad things with this old lady. When I saw my mom had already on her way with the money, I stood up to protect her before anything wrong happen. At the moment, I heard the no of 3013 was called and I felt startled. I knew that I was definitely wrong so to blush away my guilty, I talked to her. She told me that she just now was worried about the no she got and fortunately she wasn’t getting the ‘crazy no’. Right after that, I knew that “special no” was for someone who want to keep some things in the bank or to lease their belongings. From her talk I knew that she was going to lease her bracelet.
After getting out from the bank, my mom and I were searching for my dad’s car at the parking when I saw an old man in his trishaw was looking at us. I couldn’t find my dad and the car and unfortunately I left my hp in the car. The only telephone booth was the one that the old man parked his trishaw. I had no way so I put my fear aside and I went to the booth while I asked my mom to wait in front of the bank. He put his trishaw so close to the telephone booth so I barely got the space to get the phone receiver. He was looking straight into my eyes. He was not smiling. Me , myself not daring to smile to a complete stranger with myself alone at the booth with him. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him as I just want to talk to my dad at the time. I kept praying in my heart that this old man was not going to do anything to me. He told me that the day was so hot and he asked me to get closer to the booth to avoid the shining sun. For the second time, I ignored him. I just want to run but the telephone wasn’t working at the time. He heard my mumbling about the damn phone so he asked me to try again. Without thanking, saying a word and without looking at him, I dialed again. Thanks God, my dad answered and he said he would be there in a minute. As just I want to put the receiver back, the old man started to push his trishaw towards a woman that had waiting for him. I was stunned at the moment and I couldn’t move for a while to see the scene. The old man used his only one hand to push his trishaw while the lady that sat in his trishaw was the old woman I met in the bank. The tears started to come out from my eyes when I realized how much I was wrong at underestimating those two persons. The old man whom I thought might be a bad guy is totally a tough person with only one hand. Though he only had ONE hand, he kept using his only ONE hand and arm to log on through his life just to raise some halal ringgits. And me, a person with two hands, comfort life(thanks to my parents) showed him such a rude manner which I cant forgive myself forever. And the old lady who might be a wife, a mother who used to lease her bracelet for some money for their life.. Their perseverance to continue this life and my arrogant really3x makes me tick with my own self!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The incident teaches me a really precious lesson. I have to behave in a good manner especially to the old persons and helpless one. Although they were not rich, the old lady and old man gave me their priceless treasure- good manner. Oo yeah I remember that after having lunch, my mom and I entered an Islamic book store. There was an old man in the book store, which I guess might be the owner or else might be an important person. I smiled to him but what I got back?? He turned his face away from me with sour face. His attitude makes me sick. Are his richness was the reason for not smiling to a person like me?? FYI I really do hate this kind of rich people. GTH with your money!!!!!!!! Do they think that when they have MONEY, they can live with their own?? Beware dude, some things you can’t buy with your shit. One day, you will realize it and I do pray it would not be too late..
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Ya ALLAH, do forgive me for all my mistakes that I’ve done. And please do give me the strength in this life to be a HUMAN who has humanity in my soul. Please ALLAH do give me opportunities to help those people in need someday. I want to be a somebody who can cheer up and help the helpless ones especially old folks. Amin.
Monday, June 30, 2008 at 12.00 pm, I accompanied my mom to withdraw her money in Bank Rakyat. She was going to cash some big digits so I got so nervous. In the bank we sat behind a worried looking old woman. She came before us and I grew suspicious as my mom got the queue first. I tried looking at her number, 3014 and my mom no 1094. how can it be possible?? I started thinking about bad things with this old lady. When I saw my mom had already on her way with the money, I stood up to protect her before anything wrong happen. At the moment, I heard the no of 3013 was called and I felt startled. I knew that I was definitely wrong so to blush away my guilty, I talked to her. She told me that she just now was worried about the no she got and fortunately she wasn’t getting the ‘crazy no’. Right after that, I knew that “special no” was for someone who want to keep some things in the bank or to lease their belongings. From her talk I knew that she was going to lease her bracelet.
After getting out from the bank, my mom and I were searching for my dad’s car at the parking when I saw an old man in his trishaw was looking at us. I couldn’t find my dad and the car and unfortunately I left my hp in the car. The only telephone booth was the one that the old man parked his trishaw. I had no way so I put my fear aside and I went to the booth while I asked my mom to wait in front of the bank. He put his trishaw so close to the telephone booth so I barely got the space to get the phone receiver. He was looking straight into my eyes. He was not smiling. Me , myself not daring to smile to a complete stranger with myself alone at the booth with him. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him as I just want to talk to my dad at the time. I kept praying in my heart that this old man was not going to do anything to me. He told me that the day was so hot and he asked me to get closer to the booth to avoid the shining sun. For the second time, I ignored him. I just want to run but the telephone wasn’t working at the time. He heard my mumbling about the damn phone so he asked me to try again. Without thanking, saying a word and without looking at him, I dialed again. Thanks God, my dad answered and he said he would be there in a minute. As just I want to put the receiver back, the old man started to push his trishaw towards a woman that had waiting for him. I was stunned at the moment and I couldn’t move for a while to see the scene. The old man used his only one hand to push his trishaw while the lady that sat in his trishaw was the old woman I met in the bank. The tears started to come out from my eyes when I realized how much I was wrong at underestimating those two persons. The old man whom I thought might be a bad guy is totally a tough person with only one hand. Though he only had ONE hand, he kept using his only ONE hand and arm to log on through his life just to raise some halal ringgits. And me, a person with two hands, comfort life(thanks to my parents) showed him such a rude manner which I cant forgive myself forever. And the old lady who might be a wife, a mother who used to lease her bracelet for some money for their life.. Their perseverance to continue this life and my arrogant really3x makes me tick with my own self!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The incident teaches me a really precious lesson. I have to behave in a good manner especially to the old persons and helpless one. Although they were not rich, the old lady and old man gave me their priceless treasure- good manner. Oo yeah I remember that after having lunch, my mom and I entered an Islamic book store. There was an old man in the book store, which I guess might be the owner or else might be an important person. I smiled to him but what I got back?? He turned his face away from me with sour face. His attitude makes me sick. Are his richness was the reason for not smiling to a person like me?? FYI I really do hate this kind of rich people. GTH with your money!!!!!!!! Do they think that when they have MONEY, they can live with their own?? Beware dude, some things you can’t buy with your shit. One day, you will realize it and I do pray it would not be too late..
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Ya ALLAH, do forgive me for all my mistakes that I’ve done. And please do give me the strength in this life to be a HUMAN who has humanity in my soul. Please ALLAH do give me opportunities to help those people in need someday. I want to be a somebody who can cheer up and help the helpless ones especially old folks. Amin.
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then , u should learn,.
never to look people only by using your
one eye,.
heh,.we can judge people by that,.
:)
p/s;please do update your blog,.been waiting 4 it,. ;)