Assalamualaikum
my ayah always used to remind, talk to me of how i should look up onto inspiring people. Of the way they work, of the way they organize themselves but the least i ever did was just working out the maps on my brain. Assessing the hardworking, successful people but never practicing them. I knew that the only way out was never the easy way, and the short cut was not on the list either. The word that i learnt since i was in standard two but never continuously and hardly applied it was PERSEVERANCE. Hey girl, how long you going to take granted for all the simple things and abandoning the real ones? I can say that if my ayah knew of how her daughter had grown up by not changing and listening to him even with those tons of his soothing and wisdom words being said, the old man might getting upset. He always there for me, in my gloomy day picking me up after all those lost and tears i encountered. No one in this world i knew other than him that can really put me on walk again after the limp i faced. He is a kind of man that had gone through a lot of harshness, a lot of bitterness and a lot of suffering. Though he never mentioned it to me, i knew it by right of all the wrinkles that he had. And whenever i looked onto their wrinkles, my parents' old lines, i got all those kinds of feeling that rushing through my heart. Those lines are my debt. Of all the things i want to do, i just want to make sure that one day, i'll be the one that going to be there for them through all their old days. They just don't know how they inspired me of how i should continue on living though no matter how tired i've been.
Oh Allah, have mercy on both of them (my parents) as they have brought me up (with love) from childhood.
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