tomorrow, it's the start of a new year according to the Islamic calender. i totally had no idea till mak spoke about it this morning. that's how bad of a muslimah i am- and i aint proud of it.
i watched pursuit of happyness right after i got back from school. the reality of the story moved me to tears. to see a father cry, makes me wanna cry too. i really cant watch men cry, especially fathers. i always see fathers as the protector, the strong figure who shelters the family from pain and uglys. when a father cries, the wall crumbles and the loved ones are susceptible to hurt.
my late grandfather passed away 2 years ago, i didnt cry coz i was mourning his death, i cried because my father cried. during my paediatrics posting at kkh, i had to attend to baby yasin. he was in a hell lot of pain and us nurses struggled to clean his wound. his mummy wasnt there, she was praying so only the daddy was there. yasin wailed and kicked and created tension behind those green curtains. daddy tried really hard to calm yasin but no avail. and there i saw daddy cry.
on this last day of the Muslim year i pray to God- please lighten the burden of all sincere daddys in this world. bless them with happyness and cleanse their souls with Your wonders. Amin.
