Nightmare :\

Astaghfirullahalazim…. 

Mimpi ngeri… terlalu ngeri .. aku baru saja terjaga.. 

saat itu entah bagai mana aku nak ungkapkan betapa aku bersyukur ianya hanya sekadar mimpi.. 

mungkin ada hikmahnya. Dan mungkin juga hanya mainan syaitan. 

Aku terkedu. 

Dia mati depan mata aku. Dia mati atas tangan aku sendiri. 

Ya memanglah selama ini aku menyimpan dendam yg terlalu dlm padanya. 

Tp bila melihat aku sendiri yang membunuhnya seolah2 aku hilang separuh daripada hidup aku,. 

Jiwa aku kosong. 

Payah nak diterangkan.  Aku tak sanggup, tak rela…  

atau mungkinkah kerana rasa sayang masih lg berbekas dalam sudut hati ini? 

Hanya Tuhan yg tahu....

I'm Sorry

Pencil: I'm sorry....
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)




I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.