The morning air was cool, decorated with birds singing melodious chirping, add beautiful ambience, this is where I was born and this is the place my parents live, this time I was 10 years old, I've felt a little much salt acid kehidupan.Di this place I grew up playing and learning, about the beauty of intimacy together in such a neighbor and temanku.Orang my friends are like old people of the village in general, in the strong culture of the indigenous Malay cling to them, my father was a devout Muslim, he always reminded of the importance of life hereafter and without forgetting the life of the world, my father was working as an itinerant fishmonger, he sells after the dawn prayer until near midday, never once spoken of his mouth the words of complaint, he always put kejujuran.aku remember when he advised me "Hamdan grateful that the door for people to get closer to God, with a grateful heart will be calm and sincerity will be" .Menurutku it is a firm commitment that is in the grasp of my father, then I have not got the message, but the words telingaku.Sedang always ringing in my mother, she a housewife like in general, the daily cooking, washing, cleaning the house and so on, the one thing that makes her special is its attention to me, so to speak, because the mother at home that I think has a disturbing habit but as a child I had to comply with any regulations made by my parents, some routine habits that include,
Each was about to leave for school, I had breakfast first with cuisine that legendary in the history of breakfast is fried rice, fried rice instead of fried rice as served at the shop or a restaurant, but a blend of chili, garlic, anchovy could say it is, often impressed fried rice dipaksakan.ya sometimes onions, but even so, a delicacy unmatched and certainly no way I felt elsewhere,
Average habit later after school, who first asked "Hamdan do not forget the clothes hung, bags in trim, immediately shower, do not forget to pray after that" it is always in say a mother, I can only answer a small "yes ma'am", sometimes remembered in my thoughts currently pay a visit to a friend, who first asked the average of their mothers "Had a boy?", most of the same question, essentially none of the parents of my friends ask questions itu.lantas with all that is in my mind, I never complained I realized she did not want her only forged for life of the world, because prayer is a bridge to increase my faith in treading life.
Habits third, alkalinity sometimes I prefer sometimes I do not like, so out of habit she always check the value in the books of my training, when the value is good, usually teaching science and teaching Islamic religion, if the value of a good mother would blang "heeemmm so he, not one mother bilangkan, good learning can certainly good value "heard this I could smile sumbringan, but when can a bad value, direct the world seems to stop spinning, which happened just the sound of thunder striking the earth disiang perforated, ya mom with words of advice that pierced the heart, in this situation I'm not dead just no guilt in my heart, but on the other mother's words strengthen the resolve within me, that my days at home with all the existing regulations that I can not describe semuanya.bersambung .....
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