The last time I went to the orphanage house- the little girls and I had cozy chats about girly stuff, and before I go back they absolutely made me promise to come back. A promise sealed with a kiss on the cheeck!
When I got there yesterday night the bungalow was for once empty and quiet. Turned out they went to the catch a movie, sponsored by yet another generous party. Hmmp. I miss them kids, who reminds me of innocent childhood, and of the beloved Prophet saw who was an orphan himself.
There is hikmah in the emptiness- me and ibu, a single mother living there managed to sort out some laundry, matching some skirts with the rights shirts and so on. While we fold the clothes;Ibu opened up about her past marriages. Both of which was a disaster. She talked of being beaten by her husband, masyAllah-the hurdles that she faced, and now trying to climb back on better life amazes me.
How do you do it Ibu?
'Well God won't give us test that we can't bear. And it reminds me that I am but a slave of God. He decides our fate. Ibu redha.There will be light at the end of the tunnel.'
Ibu's courage and patience really make me smile today :). and I thank Allah, for no matter how many problems I faced, I was never beaten by a man. Alhamdulillahialakullihal.
Ibu kita memang strong. Walau emak saya tidak pandai membaca, tidak pandai menggunakan telefon bimbit, sebut mister instead of master, liptop instead of laptop.
ReplyDeletesaya bangga mengatakan, dia tetap ibu saya yang saya sayangi.
ain..saya pun bangga!
ReplyDeletealhamdulillah-diberikan role-role model yg kuat utk kita. mak2 nampak lembut tapi..gagah.amat.