Assalamualaikum. I dedicated this post to those women who have made me who I am today and always support me, encourage me and care about me. I have checked all the words in my dictionary but I couldn't find any suitable word to express my deep appreciation to you all. I took this chance to say it as nobody knows life. Kal Ho Na Ho? Who knows.
First of all, my dearly deep from the bottom of my heart appreciation to my beloved mother even though I know she will never be able to read this and I wish she does. "Mor jana" that how I address her, is the most beautiful women ever I have met in my life.A women who has loved me, who has scolded me and still hugged me, brought me close to heart, drop tears for me, cooked for me, washed clothes for me and whenever I want to help, she will insist and say "How come my dear? As long as I'm alive you will never do these things".
Once upon a time, when I was 7 years old, we had some fruits and she didn't eat her part. She kept it for me. I saw the rest of my aunties were eating their own parts but my mother, she kept her part for me. Whenever my grandmother give her anything to eat, she will just keep it for me.
Recently, when I went back during holiday, she was sitting on the prayer mat and crying. Once I realized I put my hand on her shoulder and sat next to her.
"What's wrong mom?"
"Nothing son. Just little headache" She answered me in slow voice. A little pain. I know she will never cry if it's a little. I sat in front of her and with a little knowledge, I started pinch her toes slowly, then neck, the eyebrow and head. Alhamdulillah in few minutes she smiled and told that her body is feeling light now. The pain is gone. On the prayer mat, she raised her hands and prayed for me and that what all I wanted from her.
Dear mother, if I wanted to write about you, the words in Oxford Dictionary are not enough to describe you and show how much I love you. You have given me life and I have dedicated to you. With lots of love
"Mak" she is a humble, beautiful and successful business women. First time I saw her in her shop smiling from far. From that day, our relationship get closer and closer till one fasting month where I stayed with her in her big beautiful house. Allah has given her what she wants and she never proud of what she has. That what made me fall deep in love with her. Simplicity is what she always prefer in public and that what made she different from the others. Every evening during fasting month, before going back from the shop, we will be buying food for breaking the fast and she will be asking me, "do you want this, do you want that, eat this, eat that, eat a lot and so on" and all I did just gave her a smile.
Thank you Mak for being in my life. Dedicated to my beloved Mak Hjh Noraini. (^_^)
Nurliyana Bukhari or as a called her Mom(i'll tell you later the story of it) was my debate trainer in Insaniah college. Another woman in my life who has left lots of memories which sometimes making me smile alone, making me cray alone and give me hopes to continue my life as independent person.
One day we were on the way back from Iskandar Debate in Johor and she was sitting behind me crying because of something. I couldn't see tears in her eyes and just look outside till we reached to our friends house to have some fruits. I turned and gave her a smile full of words and pointed at my eyes telling there is a drop of tear. She smiled and wiped it. I'm not sure she will cry if she reads this but once I did an appreciation video to her in class and she cried. I still can remember her nose was red. <wink>
There was clash between me and her. I mean we broke up once because of little misunderstanding and we do not talk to each other for almost 2 months. Honestly, in those months , I always think about her and read her old messages. I believe she will be surprised to read this as I use the "broke up" word to explain the time we do not say "hi", "hello" to each other.
I come back to the story how i called her mom. We were coming back from an educational trip and at night, everyone shared her/his feelings. When it was my turn, I started calling her mom and she went colon capital O. I current colon is capital D. <heheh>. At the beginning she was like "what, mom" and I thought deep in her mind she must be saying ""ahhh am I that old? Com'n I'm just 26 years old". I know now she knows why do I called her mom and why she is calling me son.
Dear mom! son is telling you that how much he loves you and care about you. Take care in Miami ok.
Didi..Agar tum mil javo.. zamana chor dingi hum. Is it? :P An Arabic looking beautiful sister I got in my life. Such a carrying sister. Whenever she saw my status indicating I have problem or sad, she will definitely sending a message or leave an offline message in Facebook. Here she is my Love Guru. Whenever I'm having problems, I'll be approaching her for advises as I believe her advises are the best for me. She loves to bully me all the time and she said she really enjoy it. I was like arghhhhhhhh (turn into a monster.. heheh). But today she was a little upset and emotional and that what made me thinking of her. I do love her a lot and I believe she does too. Kaho na pyar hai motti <heheh>
Miss Haslina one of my lecturer in my current university. Not a lecturer only but a Mummy who really cares about her students all the time. She was teaching me Intercultural Communication and I salute her hard work and patience as handling more than hundreds students in a class is tough. To make the other jealous, she is one of the coolest, prettiest and cheerful lecturer in my university. I envy her because her white teeth always shines with her smiles. As the others too, Miss Haslina also care a lot about me and always encouraging me in whatever I'm doing. Too me she is one of the best, the coolest and the prettiest. I hope nobody will be jealous..<wink>
Miss Nisha was my lecturer for the whole foundation. The lovely young lady who always refers to us "brother" and "sister" in the class made the class respective and lovely. I don't know if I have the characteristic of a "good listener" as most of them share something with me and I deeply analyze them. I hope that what puts me lucky. She has taught me lots of things and one of them is be yourself and get what you want. Even now, whenever she meets me, the first question will be "Are you fine" followed by academic question and results. If the result is good, she will say "Good, continue it" and if it low she will say "I believe you can do it". What encourages me to work harder and harder is her words. Thank you miss for everything.
Miss Siti Nor Fauziah or a called her "Beautiful" as she calls me "Handsome". I don't if I'm.. heheh. Beautiful has no difference in carrying about my health, education, social life and personal life. In just short period of time, I have shared lots of my personal problems with her and she has always have given me a diamond advises which I believe most of people don't get it for free. Hope to see her in bride clothes soon. I'm not sure if there is a special name for it. (^_^).
Last but not list, the three most beautiful women in the world, miss world, miss universe and miss Asia Kak Hany Abdullah, Madam Marjan and Kak Kareena (kak Salwa). Kak Salwa and I are just like bird with same feather flock together. Is it. Hehe. We both love Industan movie a lot. Kak Hany Abdullah is my fan of post about make up.<hehe just kidding>. Madam Marjan is the coolest lecturer ever I have seen as all the time in class, smiling. One of the best thing that they offer to me is their time, love and carrying. Honestly, I have no sense of having no family here. All of them are the best.
Well here, I don't want to be proud but would like to say that I'm ONE in a MILLION. Hehe. I hope this small "cin cau" writing will make a smile on their faces. All I can say is I'm greatly glad, grateful having you all in my life. Thank you very much for each smile you have drawn on my face. May Allah bless all of you.
Lovely,
Janeman
First of all, my dearly deep from the bottom of my heart appreciation to my beloved mother even though I know she will never be able to read this and I wish she does. "Mor jana" that how I address her, is the most beautiful women ever I have met in my life.A women who has loved me, who has scolded me and still hugged me, brought me close to heart, drop tears for me, cooked for me, washed clothes for me and whenever I want to help, she will insist and say "How come my dear? As long as I'm alive you will never do these things".
Once upon a time, when I was 7 years old, we had some fruits and she didn't eat her part. She kept it for me. I saw the rest of my aunties were eating their own parts but my mother, she kept her part for me. Whenever my grandmother give her anything to eat, she will just keep it for me.
Recently, when I went back during holiday, she was sitting on the prayer mat and crying. Once I realized I put my hand on her shoulder and sat next to her.
"What's wrong mom?"
"Nothing son. Just little headache" She answered me in slow voice. A little pain. I know she will never cry if it's a little. I sat in front of her and with a little knowledge, I started pinch her toes slowly, then neck, the eyebrow and head. Alhamdulillah in few minutes she smiled and told that her body is feeling light now. The pain is gone. On the prayer mat, she raised her hands and prayed for me and that what all I wanted from her.
Dear mother, if I wanted to write about you, the words in Oxford Dictionary are not enough to describe you and show how much I love you. You have given me life and I have dedicated to you. With lots of love
"Mak" she is a humble, beautiful and successful business women. First time I saw her in her shop smiling from far. From that day, our relationship get closer and closer till one fasting month where I stayed with her in her big beautiful house. Allah has given her what she wants and she never proud of what she has. That what made me fall deep in love with her. Simplicity is what she always prefer in public and that what made she different from the others. Every evening during fasting month, before going back from the shop, we will be buying food for breaking the fast and she will be asking me, "do you want this, do you want that, eat this, eat that, eat a lot and so on" and all I did just gave her a smile.
Thank you Mak for being in my life. Dedicated to my beloved Mak Hjh Noraini. (^_^)
Nurliyana Bukhari or as a called her Mom(i'll tell you later the story of it) was my debate trainer in Insaniah college. Another woman in my life who has left lots of memories which sometimes making me smile alone, making me cray alone and give me hopes to continue my life as independent person.
One day we were on the way back from Iskandar Debate in Johor and she was sitting behind me crying because of something. I couldn't see tears in her eyes and just look outside till we reached to our friends house to have some fruits. I turned and gave her a smile full of words and pointed at my eyes telling there is a drop of tear. She smiled and wiped it. I'm not sure she will cry if she reads this but once I did an appreciation video to her in class and she cried. I still can remember her nose was red. <wink>
There was clash between me and her. I mean we broke up once because of little misunderstanding and we do not talk to each other for almost 2 months. Honestly, in those months , I always think about her and read her old messages. I believe she will be surprised to read this as I use the "broke up" word to explain the time we do not say "hi", "hello" to each other.
I come back to the story how i called her mom. We were coming back from an educational trip and at night, everyone shared her/his feelings. When it was my turn, I started calling her mom and she went colon capital O. I current colon is capital D. <heheh>. At the beginning she was like "what, mom" and I thought deep in her mind she must be saying ""ahhh am I that old? Com'n I'm just 26 years old". I know now she knows why do I called her mom and why she is calling me son.
Dear mom! son is telling you that how much he loves you and care about you. Take care in Miami ok.
Didi..Agar tum mil javo.. zamana chor dingi hum. Is it? :P An Arabic looking beautiful sister I got in my life. Such a carrying sister. Whenever she saw my status indicating I have problem or sad, she will definitely sending a message or leave an offline message in Facebook. Here she is my Love Guru. Whenever I'm having problems, I'll be approaching her for advises as I believe her advises are the best for me. She loves to bully me all the time and she said she really enjoy it. I was like arghhhhhhhh (turn into a monster.. heheh). But today she was a little upset and emotional and that what made me thinking of her. I do love her a lot and I believe she does too. Kaho na pyar hai motti <heheh>
Miss Haslina one of my lecturer in my current university. Not a lecturer only but a Mummy who really cares about her students all the time. She was teaching me Intercultural Communication and I salute her hard work and patience as handling more than hundreds students in a class is tough. To make the other jealous, she is one of the coolest, prettiest and cheerful lecturer in my university. I envy her because her white teeth always shines with her smiles. As the others too, Miss Haslina also care a lot about me and always encouraging me in whatever I'm doing. Too me she is one of the best, the coolest and the prettiest. I hope nobody will be jealous..<wink>
Miss Nisha was my lecturer for the whole foundation. The lovely young lady who always refers to us "brother" and "sister" in the class made the class respective and lovely. I don't know if I have the characteristic of a "good listener" as most of them share something with me and I deeply analyze them. I hope that what puts me lucky. She has taught me lots of things and one of them is be yourself and get what you want. Even now, whenever she meets me, the first question will be "Are you fine" followed by academic question and results. If the result is good, she will say "Good, continue it" and if it low she will say "I believe you can do it". What encourages me to work harder and harder is her words. Thank you miss for everything.
Miss Siti Nor Fauziah or a called her "Beautiful" as she calls me "Handsome". I don't if I'm.. heheh. Beautiful has no difference in carrying about my health, education, social life and personal life. In just short period of time, I have shared lots of my personal problems with her and she has always have given me a diamond advises which I believe most of people don't get it for free. Hope to see her in bride clothes soon. I'm not sure if there is a special name for it. (^_^).
Last but not list, the three most beautiful women in the world, miss world, miss universe and miss Asia Kak Hany Abdullah, Madam Marjan and Kak Kareena (kak Salwa). Kak Salwa and I are just like bird with same feather flock together. Is it. Hehe. We both love Industan movie a lot. Kak Hany Abdullah is my fan of post about make up.<hehe just kidding>. Madam Marjan is the coolest lecturer ever I have seen as all the time in class, smiling. One of the best thing that they offer to me is their time, love and carrying. Honestly, I have no sense of having no family here. All of them are the best.
Well here, I don't want to be proud but would like to say that I'm ONE in a MILLION. Hehe. I hope this small "cin cau" writing will make a smile on their faces. All I can say is I'm greatly glad, grateful having you all in my life. Thank you very much for each smile you have drawn on my face. May Allah bless all of you.
Lovely,
Janeman
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