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the most patient and beautiful woman i ever known

بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

this is for Grams/Obachan...

i miss you grams...

she was there when i was born
she was there when my mom cried about my ugly skin colour
for the blood was stuck on the epidermis of my skin when i was born
making me look darker than red
she was there to say i was beautiful even when I'm not that day
she was there all throughout my growing years
together with daddy
they were there for me
they were there to love me
they were always there without failing
she would sings
she would teach me to cook and sing happily in the kitchen
she would teach me to do the housework properly
she never get mad at me even when i broke the glass or plate
she never get mad even when i accidently undercook the chicken or putting too much salt in my dish
she would just laugh all of it away
she would make up stories
tell fairytales, of monsters and dragons
of her childhood stories and adventures
she have a sharp mind
a brilliant one at that
she can create a 4 paragraphs 'pantun' easily
as she looks out the car window,
watching some birds fly and the mountains background
she would absentmindedly saying out loud her 'pantun'
and it is not just some nonsense she was making
her 'pantun' would be full of meaning as well
something that none of us could ever do well
her words was full of poetry
as a kid, i was very active
i was a naughty little girl
running here and there...
but she never get mad at me
when i was sick and doesnt want to eat
she would cook me different dishes that she know i loves just to make sure i ate
there was one time, when i was small, and i still remember
she was making me my favourite egg fried rice, but i only ate two spoonfuls
and i told her i was full, i dont want anymore
then she went and make a tomato fried rice, just to make me eat more, which i ate two spoonfuls as well..
then she went and make chicken soup..where she would charred the chicken by the fire before she cook it..
and then she would shreds the meat to mix with the rice and soup and some soy sauce..which i finished up till the last drop
and all of the trouble just to make sure i ate
without even complaining or even reminding me again how hard i was to be taken care of
not even a word of complaint
its always been love
and advices
she's the one i would run to everytime
when i feel betrayed, when i feel like i was being left out
when some kids gave me love letters, when i have a crush on anyone
when i finally thought i fall in love, when i was being left broken-hearted
she would nurse me back, make sure i ate by waiting for me to come home
she would asked my uncle to msg me asking me to come home for lunch coz she will be waiting for me to eat together
just to make sure i didn't starved myself due to broken-heart
she was a woman with the biggest heart i ever known
she will be missed a lot..by her husband..her children..and especially her grandchildren...

but we know, Allah loves her more...
like Allah loves my father more...
they were the ones who loves me when no one does..
and they were the ones Allah loves more...
yes I do feel more empty than others would..
but I pray that i will be seeing them in Jannah...insya-Allah...
they show me what true love really means..
and I'm going to love my mother and my siblings like they did to me..insya-Allah
i may not be the best daughter or sister out there..but i'm trying..


~naraj2014~

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