Weirdo

I am such a weirdo.
I can be so rude
Yet I can be so loving
I am sorry for the things I've done
Upsetting you is not a choice of mine
Forgiving is always the hardest and the last to rhyme
I have loved you all the time
Despite what went chimed
I hope you will always be mine.

A Woman's Tear

A little boy asked his mother,

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I need to" she said.

"I don't understand," the boy said. His Mom just hugged him and said,

"And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father,

"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," his dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise Shaykh (his Islamic Teacher).

"He surely knows the answer", he thought.

"Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?"

The wise teacher replied,
"When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going whenever everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation,it ’s hers.You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

The little boy found the answer and never asked the same question again.

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P/S: Quoted from my friend.

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24/7
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Itulah aku.

Tuai

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Datang hamba
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Saat Itu

Saat itu
Kembali menyelubungi diriku
Merasuk ke dalam tubuhku
Menjalar ke seluruh urat nadiku
Menghidupkan jiwa
Yang telah ditinggalkan sekian lama

Rasa itu
Menarikku ke saat itu
Memutarkan semula pita lama
Memainkan irama
Mengimbau masa
Suka dan duka

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Usah disingkap lagi kisah dahulu
Biarkan semua berlalu.