When a friend of mine talk about memories i suddenly remember that "memory'.Recalling that memory was the hardest part for me as it stays forever in my heart and soul.memory stays forever.once it's there,it will always be there.they dont fade.not until death tear u apart.Its like playing back a recorded video that i can clearly and vividly remember every single moment of the storyline.17th July 2012.My house was burned down during a fire.We lost almost everything in a blink of an eye.We were only like 10 months more or less living in that new house of ours.Everything was new in that house.The furniture,the goods,the tile,the flowers were all new and polished.Mom was very happy indeed and of course we are too.Mom had waited for like years and years before we actually moved into that house.We went through a lot of trouble before we moved into the house.it really is trouble.Mainly problem with the authority.But mom was really determined for she had been longing it too long.We fought together with all of the others houses owners and yes we've made it through.For things mom had waited for like a thousand of years,she's happy and glad she finally made it.She wanna be like any other mom out there which possess their own house.She did all the decors and even save her own money for years so that when father bought a house,she can used up her savings to buy the furniture and such.She had herself sewed the curtain and it takes her two years two actually finish it because she is not even that fit for the job.
But then within a few minutes,the whole things were burned down into pieces.not to mention her heart which broke down together with the house.And what did she do?She shed no tears.No tears at all.How could someone be so strong when eveything you had is being torn down into pieces right in front of your eyes?you did nothing but watching it killing u silently inside.For she had as strong faith she shed no tears.Although i knew right deep inside your heart mom,the pain was unbearable.And the pain is even worse when i had to watch the person whom i love the most suffers like hell.The worst part is that mom dont even showed it in front of us.it is a hidden pain.
Our little irfan which is is 6 years old at that time know nothing but the fire which he saw.He cried out loud.Vey loud indeed.And very long.Crying over the loss.He loss his toys,cartoon shirts and books.Thats all for that poor little kid.He is just too young for this.I wish i can erase that memory from his mind so that later on in his life he does'nt even remember the pain.
From that point onwards i promise myself not to let her down.Not again after she had the worst one.I will try my best to excel and cover for the loss.I promise.I believe there is always reason for that 'memory'.I want to believe in YOU MY LORD and i put my trust onto YOU.May ALLAH ease everything.
Bismillahitawakkaltu 'alallah...
Yes,I was not there during the fire but the pain is always there~~~
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