Life is thoughful journey

Just now i watched one interestong tv show. It is something odds to be done on weekdays but i kinda stuck with astro oasis. A short clip between two shows really touch my heart when they played 'Syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu' by Aishah and slides of world's mother faces, their loves, their sacrifies, and their hopes.My heart bleeds for it. There are few parts of the clip. First, old mother was alone at kampung, hardly doing her chores at kebun and wipe her tears hoping the beloved son was there.

The other part from the clip is a mother-son family living in rural whereby the mother was doing fishery works daylight. It was clear from her face how challenging the works is, but she'll put big smile eveytime seeing her about 8 - years old son waiting at the berth each evening. And the couple will walk back home together bringing the catch, every single day happily doing same things.

How great a mother is.

Somehow the message is delivered. The hard life, and a mother will do everything to survive with no complaint. How can a mother being everything to the family, do everything to earn living,

My mum remember every single things about us. She can tell anything about us during childhood, for eight of us. She remember i was hardly able to walk until my 13th months, she remember my sister normally sleep with thumbs inside her mouth until she went schooling, she remember at what age my brother start reading and khatam qura, she remember every single thing about us.

My mum also work hard for us. it is sad to remember, but yesterday is the reason why i work hard to be who i am today. How hard my mother worked to bring up 8 of us is countless. I only remember that my father didnt work that much and our life is solely depend on her that time. She had wake up at 4 each morning to finish her kuih. We sold it everywhere, just to earn living. Life is hard that time and there was a time i don't have money at all for school fees and my father get his old bicycle to his friends borrowing some money. I was crying all the way back to hostel after that.

Now they can be proud of me. and i spent most of my salary for them and family. Just hope they are happy with it.

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