Goodness. Time flies so fast. It’s already May 2014, and soon it’ll be June (of course you silly, you’d think it’d be January after May???) but anyway, JUUUNE! MY BIRTHDAY.
You see the best thing about birthdays is… you know… sorting out your wish list. And then at one point, sometimes you want a watch, sometimes you think of a Barbie doll (cough cough), sometimes you say you need a new bag, and so on and so forth…
And then if you’re like me, you might end up not having any present from your dad, because you really don’t know what to choose. It’s the only time when your dad is going to buy that ridiculous thing for you, the one he said cannot fifty times, so you'd have to make a wise decision.
Birthdays are nice, really. You’re literally showered with gifts, man!
But yesterday, on my way to school, I listened to an enlightening tazkirah by an Ustaz on the radio.
He said something along the lines of;
“Birthdays… you think it’s so cool because people hand you presents. You expect them to spoil you. But if you think about it in detail - you’d realise that YOU are the one who should be giving out presents. To whom? To your mum, for carrying you in her womb until the day you were born. To your dad, who ran around frantically trying to find diapers and making sure the house is nice for you when you’re finally out.”
Wow. May Allah keep us all in remembrance of how much we owe Mum and Dad.
Uh... Ustaz should’ve said that after my birthday la. (Haha just kidding!)
But Ustaz… presents from friends ok or not?? Ok what, friends didn’t have to bear the burden of having me in their tummy, right? So um, Amalin, Ain, Alya, this from you ok??
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