Posted by Zura on May 12, 2013
Eons has it been since the last time I answered to DailyPost’s Prompt. What was that? Oh, it’s “Explain the name of your blog and why you choose it“. And that challenge was due on August 9, 2011. Whoa! Where have I been all this time? *sheepish smile* Frankly, I feel awkward to present the “long time no blog” opening each time I post something. :lol: Right, people. No rotten tomatoes, please. I come in peace.
As you can see in the title of this awesome post, I pick today as the first day in 2013 to rejoin DailyPost challenge. I can’t say that there will be daily post in here. Depends on how interesting the prompt gets. Right. Let’s see what do I have in mind for this one.
Hi, Mom! *kisses you slobberishly on the cheek*
It’s awkward for me to write a letter that you’ll never read. And it’s more awkward for me to say it directly to you. You see, I’m one of those kids who show their love with action, not words. Because not even the word love can do my love to you justice. This daughter of yours do not take the phrase “you’re my sun, you’re my moon” to her boyfriend. No. I am kind of different. In each and every breath I take, I take it for you. For your smile. For your happiness. I am as much as the air you breathe as you are to me, if not more.
It pains me not being able to bring smile to your lovely face today. It shackles me every time I raised my voice when I talked to you, caused by some silly arguments. It scorches me to see the tears falling from your eyes, because or not because of me. It tears me apart if I cannot make your wish come true.
How I wish I can live a thousand years if I can make you happier and happier in each year. And how I wish I die before you because, I swear, Mom, if someday you leave me alone in this world, you’ll make me a body without soul. An ocean without water. A world without air. Eyes without eyesight. Voice without sound. Because you are that important to me.
Because you are my everything.
As long as I live, I will try my hardest to please you, even though I know it’s a hard thing to do. It’s not as if you ask me to do so, though. I just feel like everything I give you is not enough. You sweat for me. You struggle for me. You bare with me and my childish needs. You make who I am right now. Again, even the utterance “thank you” cannot do my gratefullness to you justice. I hope, and I pray, may each and every sweat you broke for me will grant you one thousand rewards from Allah SWT. May each and everything you do for my wellbeing will give you Allah’s blessing here in this world and hereafter. And may each and every pray for me will lead you straight to Jannah. Amiin… :)
Mom, even though I rarely say this word, please, know that it’s because it’s such a big and heavy word for me. So big and heavy my tongue can’t bare to say it often. So big and heavy I can’t help but cry when I say it.
I love you.