JIhad’s Phunks

A mother‘s worth.

‘Unlike everybody else’s mother, my mother is special.’… Says those who love their mom, I say so too.

I love her, just the way she is, basically, my mother means everything to me. It’s she that I want to see in the morning, and when I come home for school. I like dinner with my mom although I barely talk to her.

End of last year, I heard a recorded CD on a speech given by a professional, about ‘anak derhaka’. Well, that made me rethink on how I appreciate my mother. Either when she’s angry or frustrated, dreaming or thinking, I can’t tell, but by her look I know she loves me.

I like hugging her, that’s what she used to do every night when I was below 13. She would hug me and ask me few times: ‘Jihad saying mak tak? mak saying Jihad’.  I bet you know the answer, sometimes she hugs me until I can’t breath. I know, this is only one of infinite prove that she loves me.

God gave me a mother like no other. She’s very hard working, and in that sense, she always gives the best to her children. A mother of six, and two are married, people must think she’s happy, but only a son can see the truth. Everyday, I would try my best to make her smile. And I know its many principles, but the biggest is hard to achieve. Someday I will. I will make her happy the way my elder siblings did, I will make her proud, and let her know that she grew us perfectly like no other can. I want to be with her till her very last breath, and love her the best way I can. She is my first lady, and until I die. I love her; her kisses, her hugs, her smiles, her love, everything else, and, her warmth. I love her so much that these words are little the meaning. Please leave a comment if desired.

Just when I thought I was nothing, people changed my mind.

I was at this camp in k.selangor where the people were called problematic, which I dind’nt see in them, equal as me, I always think Im problematic, but no, they never thought so. Everybody has negative views on themselves.  I do.

We preyed alot there, and I was thought to talk to god, which i did in english, which was quite funny, but Ive seen results, Its that confident feeling where I feel like Im living a real life, not a ruined life. I feel like the best is really yet to come. Im afraid of my pmr results later, but I know what to do whatever the results are and not ashamed of it. I just have to  do best in my spm, thats all. next year, I wanna socialize more, love more and live a real life, get more than just what I want.

I bet you think what the hell? Is this really jihad?: unhappy and negative?, yes. that was me, and I hid that from public, I hid a stupid thought of myself.Look at me, I got super parents, super siblings, super life, super chances, super love, but I viewed it wrongly. I asked god for a new life! how sick was that. I dont need new, just a change. little changes are big. god gave me another chance.

well the camp did me good, Im really ’something’ now. All I did was just talk to god. now I dont need horoscopes.

Well, I’m very,very close to my PMR Just 13 day though,

But as usual I like wasting time, so i created this blog. Im willing to make it something informative, fun, an interesting!

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