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That's what Faiz thinks of his recently reinstated blog. At the age of 23, he believes that writing is the most efficient way to express the feelings crammed inside one's heart. After the fall of his blog dominion recently, he stoutly gets up on his feet, casting a powerful spell onto his blog and here it is, a charmed blog, reincarnated from the past, brought to the present and forever lasts in the future.
Being a final year medical student himself, he can never deny the frenzied life he's currently living on but life goes on and that's it. Apart from his hectic life, he always finds the time to go on with his hobbies, netsurfing and chatting being the most prominent ones. He also enjoys hanging out with his friends, for he knows that no one can tear the beautiful friendship apart.
He can always be contacted via email hata05@yahoo.co.uk or thru his new mobile number +962776052892
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My mama, Rosni Mahadi, at 51 is still strongly holding to her beliefs that children are the most precious gifts from the Creator. Thus she is the individual who whole-heartedly taught me how to live my life. The spices of life may sometimes burn our stomach down but she will always be there for me, providing the antacidal cure even if she knows that the imprinted scars may never be healed.
I can still vividly remember that when I was 6, I was hospitalized for two days (acute asthmatic attack) and there she was, sitting on the uncomfortable chair all night long with unbroken pray, hoping that I will get fine soon. Her motherly eyes will never be tired of looking after her children and I owe her more than a big hug.
As far as I can remember, from the very day I started consciously talking up till now, at the age of 22, I've never failed to plant a kiss on her cheek as well as reciting the nightly ritual "nite and matlam" before having my body rested on the bed. Honestly, I missed it so much and it sometimes affects me emotionally. I miss her so much. Tears started dwelling in my heart as I am writing this very own entry.
This mother-son bond is something magical which can never be torn apart even with the most vigorous quake of the ground. Nothing can separate us, till deaths do us apart. I will always love you mama. I will always do.
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A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. he grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The boy grew. he grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town.
But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You better come see because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always....
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.
The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping.
He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
my mama and papa, proud to be your son
miss u so much mommy
tears down my face,
hata@irbid
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| baez-kun at 12:05 PM
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