Mak has always been the greatest pillar in my life ever since I was small. I have been saying this and I am saying it again. Talking about parents especially mother makes my eyes water. She was there to alleviate my doubt when I was battling insecurities in life; she sooth the anxiety when I am threading the problems; she gives encouraging words when I siphoned out my difficulties.
And today in Putrajaya, I cried because I was overwhelmed and at the same time embarrassed. The idea of Mak stretching out hands to help makes me so fueled with emotions. Of course Kakak and Mak were saying there’s nothing to be ashamed about but it was just me, myself and I. The thought of entrapped in a difficult phase of life and Mak stretched hands to pull me out from the pit was just…. overwhelming. I was soaking wet and sobbed and cried. All because I was feeling ashamed….
This is like the repetition of what happened circa October/November 2011. But it’s a bless in disguise; it opened my eyes to be more compassion and appreciate my parents more; especially Mak. I want to make them happy as long as they live; while they still here with me because they are the true persons who give their all to me. Yes, other people can love and ’till death do us part’; but only them give the utmost sacrifice.
I can’t imagine how I will manage myself when my parents gone especially Mak. I dread the day, but one day it will come. I hope I can be as strong as some of my friends who had lost their mothers. It’s true- nobody knows the feeling until you lost one. Ya ALLAH, give me more chance to make them happy as how they always trying to make me happy.
As I am jotting this piece of episode, my eyes waters and I am so overwhelmed by what Mak does.
“Mak, Yen sayang Mak.” (Mak, Yen loves you). Thank you so much.
A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d’ thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan
Ar righinn oig, fas as faic
Do thir, dileas fhein
A ghrian a’s a ghealaich, stuir sinn
Gu uair ar cliu ‘s ar gloire
Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn og
Mhaighdean uashaill bhan
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Little baby, hear my voice
I’m beside you, O maiden fair
Our young Lady, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little baby, our young Lady
Noble maiden fair.