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I have been writing since the age of 12. I started blogging in middle of 2009. Attributes my balanced view of life to doting my parents, who sent me to Chinese Primary School in Selangor for my primary education before I joined Assunta School during my high school days. Now,Im a graduated student. Blogging is one of my part time.

I am a traveler seeking the truth, a human searching for the meaning of humanity and a citizen seeking dignity, freedom, stability and welfare under the shade of Islam. I am a free man who is aware of the purpose of his existence and who proclaims: “Truly, my prayer and my sacrifice, my living and my dying are all for Allah, the Lord of the worlds; no partner has He. This, am I commanded and I am of those who submit to His Will.” This is who I am. Who are you?

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The way I get meaning into my life
is to devote myself to loving others,
devote myself to my community around me,
and devote myself to creating something
that gives me purpose and meaning..

Monday, 30 April 2012

Conversation I

Peace be upon to all 
السلام عليكم... 

بِسْــــمِ ﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم
In the name of ALLAH. 
The Most Beneficent, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful... 

Its already end of April. Time elapsed quickly. 
This conversation is between me and my mum. Sitting alone in my room and suddenly my mum came into my room.

Me : Mum, can i say and ask something?
Mum : What is it dear? 
Me : I tired... Not beacuse im running or anything. Tired because i feel pain. Very pain... Mum, look at me now! Is this your daughter? That you carry for 9 months and 10 days? Im sorry mum... 

(Mum silence a while) 

Mum : Yes, this is my daughter. Nothing change. Just...... 
Me : Just what, mum? Tell me.... 
Mum : Nothing, just your face looks pale and weak. Also, you looks small.. 
Me : Im speechless. I thought mum never noticed me about that.  (I trying very hard to hide it) 
Mum : Azy, come here. .  

(I walked to my mum and sit beside her) 

Mum : I know it, azy. Even thought you kept avoid from me and all. You locked yourself in room and being alone. I know it, azy.... 
Me : Mum, am i your daughter? Im sick... Im not like other siblings. 
Mum : Azy, you are special. Accept the truth azy... I never blame you and ALLAH for sending me a sick daughter. Listen and look at me! No matter what, i will protect, take good care of you, and be there for you till my last breath. I don't care how and what community want to think/talked about you. Because im your Mummy... I always LOVE you. 

Me : Mummy..!! Im sorry... Sorry for saying like this... 
Mum : Its ok. I understand. Promise me something? 
Me : What is it mum? 
Mum : Never Give up ok? Believe and trust on ALLAH. and 

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