Sunday, January 6, 2013

Indahnya dugaan Allah



dugaan Allah itu indah bukan?
dulu aku tidak mengerti
dan sekarang walaupun perit
aku merasai kemanisannya
dan aku redha
dan terus berdoa.
mana mungkin dalam setiap kesedihan
dan dugaan
tiada penawar
serta kelapangan dada?
mana mungkin dalam setiap kesedihan
dan dugaan
tiada hikmah
serta ubatnya?
tanpa dugaan dariMu yaAllah
tentu aku tidak dapat melihat
keindahanMu
dan rugilah aku.
dugaan Allah itu indah
rupanya...
sekarang aku mengerti
dan aku redha
dan terus berdoa.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

i die a little, each time we say goodbye


Did not just say goodbye to 2012 but the eve of new year also saw me saying goodbye to my Thaqif in the middle.  Sent him up north to Baling, Kedah for his second year in boarding school.  Left Baling pretty late after registration, helping him to clean up and unpack, ensuring he had pretty much settled down with his things, and after having ourselves a very late lunch or more like tea, since it was already 3-ish by then. Hugged him tight and told him I would see him again soon.  I did not want him to see us go, so I walked him back to the entrance of his block after he had said goodbye to his father and brothers, and I watched him walked away from me. He smiled at me before turning to go, but not before I caught him choking back a tear.  Nevertheless, he was a lot better than when I left him there for his first year.  In fact both of us were. As I walked back to the car, I was pretty much holding back my own tears. None made it down my cheeks this time, but stayed watering in my eyes. I guess I just don't and won't get used to saying goodbye to Thaqif, even with all that so called training I have been getting from saying goodbye to Adam. It always pained me somehow. Ruiz had asked me earlier if I would be crying all the way home just like I did the first time. I told him that perhaps I would not if Thaqif does not cry first. Regardless, I know Ruiz was offering to hold my hand in case I cried like before, and I was comforted by that knowledge that I would have my baby's hand to hold on to if I did cry all the way back to KL.

everytime we say goodbye
i die a little
everytime we say goodbye
i wonder why a little
why the gods above me who must be in the know
think so little of me
they allow you to go...