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antara nikmat terbesar saya di dunia ini adalah bila dikurniakan
ibu dan bapa saya sebagai ibu dan bapa saya.

sepanjang hidup, banyak perkara yang berlaku,
kita jatuh dan bangun,
kita luka dan gembira.
dan saya bersyukur untuk semua itu,
saya diberi kedua-dua mereka di sisi saya.

mungkin saya masih mentah untuk menilai segala macam perilaku dunia.
tapi saya yakin,
saya telah cukup banyak melihat dan merasai pengorbanan dan kasih-sayang mereka,
untuk saya sedar bahawa mereka adalah nikmat besar dunia saya.

saya mungkin tidak tahu banyak.
saya mungkin bukan anak yang sempurna,
tapi seadanya,
terima kasih ALLAH, kerana nikmat ini.

untuk setiap diam yang yang didengar,
untuk setiap luka yang dipadam,
untuk setiap maaf yang dicurah,
untuk ketiap keluhan yang tiada,
untuk setiap doa,
untuk setiap yakin tanpa fakta,

Terima kasih Mak dan Abah,
kerana mengajar Anum erti cinta.

and alhamdulillah, another weekend..

Praise be to Allah the Most Merciful.
This weekend was great. Many important little things happened.

I went on-call as a medical student routine in Hospital Ampang; saturday morning at 8.
Actually it's to accompany the lonely Alia
whom other teammates was not there for other commitments i guess.

Anyway, we always can learn something new everytime on-call.
It started dull that morning. maybe many people were still in the bed.

but after poking some patients
which one of them turned out to be the lucky aunty with my one successful
peripheral cannulation that morning, i went around the observation bay to met
an old lady with an exposed healing surgical scar on her upper right thigh.

she's friendly, and after introducing ourselves..
we started asking deeper and deeper... and later arrived to her family history..

me : makcik(aunty), may i know where do u live?
patient : in a nearby flat, at level four with my child.
me : do they have any elevator there?
patient : no.
me : so, it's gonna be very hard for you climb up the stairs..
patient : two people were helping me. one of them try to pull me up from above and
another one pushed me up from below ( with her hand patting her butt)
silence.

Alia : How many child do you have?
Patient : 4. 2 of them were already married and i'm living with one of them, others are working.
me : how about living at other children's house?
Patient : actually my children did not want to take care of me.
me : hum? why?
patient : because i got no money. ( and later she rub her nose and her eyes)
me : maybe it's just because they're too busy.. (and suddenly i stopped.. and go blank)

i felt like crap.

changing the subject to her meal and saying that she need to take a good care of herself
brought me to knowing she did not had a drink yet for her breakfast as she needed someone to buy her
mineral water but she got no money.

oh Allah, is there any valid reason why a child did not need to held the responsibility of taking care his own mother. his own sick mother. IS there any valid reason?..

semoga Allah pelihara saya dari menderhakai kedua ibu bapa saya. Ayah dan ibu... itulah permulaan kami..