How We Are :)
After the maulid & talk by Shaykh Yahya Rhodus, Shaykh Khalil Moore & Ustaz Iqbal Abdullah at SimplyIslam at Still Road, my brother & I decided to walk to Bedok MRT to meet our parents.
Along the way…
Me: Eh, shall we race?
Me: Okay, from here until the 4th tree okay?
Adiq: Okay, I give you a headstart.
*I start running and ends up at the 3rd tree and realize he didn’t even change his walking speed. I walk & reach the 4th tree & go “Yay I win!”
Adiq: Yay, congratulations.
Me: Adiq, are you strong?
Me: You want to carry me?
Me: You want to ‘chang’ (piggyback) me?
Adiq: No, I have my bag.
Me: What if I carry your bag then you ‘chang’ me?
Me: You want to drag me?
Me: You want to pull me?
Me: You want to slap me?
Me: Oi, you want to slap me ah?
Adiq: I didn’t even say anything!
Me: Silence means consent!
Adiq: Silence means I’m thinking about it.
Me: Whaaat. You don’t love me! Do you love me?
Adiq: Yes la.
Me: So you want to carry me?
I must be the most annoying sister in the whole wide world. And he must be the most patient younger brother ever. Hehehe. There were so many more moments when I was taunting him & I told him I was going to post our conversations here but now I can’t remember them. Haha.
Its my parents’ anniversary today. :))
May Allah bless their marriage with mawaddah, rahmah & sakinah always. May they always find reasons to fall in love with each other again & again & again. May Allah purify their hearts & strengthen their love for His sake & prepare for them a most beautiful castle in paradise for them to live together once again as husband & wife. InsyaAllah amin!
My parents are the most unlikely couple I would ever imagine. Aside from their height difference, my father is so quiet, and speaks very little. My mother, aiyoh some of you have met her and you know when she opens her mouth, half the block can hear her. Haha. My dad rarely shows any emotion at all while my mum is always merajuk-ing openly, or laughing loudly, or crying in front of us. My dad is the most relac-one-corner man EVER & I always call him the overgrown-mat while my mum is the type who plans everything to the minutest detail & make lists & is super organized.
And yet, I can tell that they can’t live without each other. :) My dad speaks so little but who knows how he’s feeling but my mum who always tells us if he’s down or angry when we can’t tell at all. Who else but my dad can pacify my mum when she is merajuk-ing with either of us? My dad values my mum’s opinion highly when making any decisions, no matter how small. My mum always has my father in mind when doing anything.
Despite their many differences (and the many squabbles), I feel like they’re just so right for each other. And though the wrinkles may have formed and their hair may have greyed, I pray they still get the same tingly feeling when they look into each others’ eyes’ as they did 22 years ago on the pelamin. :)
Okay before I start crying, I’ll end here. Will update soon with what I learnt during the workshop with Shaykh Yahya insyaAllah. In the meantime, doa for my parents please! Thank you! :)