Tuesday, December 26, 2006

-alaMAK!!!-

My mother is a strange little creature. She tend to say the strangest things to me sometimes. Take for example the time i bought this shirt for myself and she asked me,

"Why didn't you buy it 2 sizes bigger so your father can wear it too?"

And some mornings when the whole family overslept, she would grumble and asked me, "Why didn't YOU wake me up for subuh?!". Mind you, this was said to me AFTER she woke me.
Mak, you are the reason I managed to wake up. (With the excessive sound you create so early in the morning when the sun is not even visible yet, who wouldn't be?)

And when i am engrossed doing my work at the computer, music blasting through the speakers, totally oblivious to the outside world, she would suddenly yelp.

"It's raining!!! Why didn't you tell me it's raining?!!"

other examples of her strange questions will be:

"Why didn't you cook the rice?" (Mak, I have never cooked the rice. And how the hell am I suppose to know the rice cooker is empty when I have just freaking reached home?)

"Why didn't you call me? I needed you to buy some groceries." (Mak, why didn't YOU call me then?)

[Am I missing something here? Am I missing a telepathic gene I am supposed to inherit?]

After dialing a number, she would wait for only 3 seconds before asking, "Why is noone picking up?!" Then, she would put down the phone.

[To my fellow cast of "Play.Play: China", I finally realised why I asked too much. I believe it's an inheritance from my mum.]

My mother is also the master of reasonings because only she could understand them.
When my grades were bad, she would say, "See! It's because you have stopped reading the Quran!"
When I have lost my shoe, it's because I have wronged someone.

But still, I love my mum. She, who is willing to fight and claw her way to the remote so she can watch her favourite Indon soap dramas. She, who walks around the house in her batik sarong and scrambles to her room when someone knocks. She, whose voice loud and strong resonating through the other line, "MY VOICE THAT LOUD, HUH?!!" She, who loves her mother even though they never understood each other.

To all those who have mothers: Get to know them before they are gone for good. Love them and earn their blessings. In Islam, the path to paradise is not without the blessings of she who gave birth to us. Syurga terletak di tapak kaki Ibu. (Heaven lies in the sole of the mother's foot - it's a metaphor)


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