Dreams Of Heaven

From the left I saw a bright light, coming from above and sometimes it dropped to the bottom. Balls and my eyes wondering, what is light. Is it a neon light that always accompany me to learn when I first learned. Is it the sun but it will be me every morning, just like when I was relaxing in the Gulf Ramunia with friends some time ago. I wondered again, playing with puzzles that I could not finish.


Glued to my hand, punishment and pain. Her blood began to flow down from the wall to the ground. I was punishing and not afford to fight to remove the nail pacakan. I started crying, relentless. As I tried to get away, I'm getting sick hands and a lot more blood is flowing. From then I saw a light flicker firefly beautiful, can not be disclosed ascetic beauty of the twinkling fireflies. Although sunlight is lost, fireflies flicker that can give me the light and the eye heals the sick exposed to the light glare.


The longer, the closer the lightning bug to me. I was fascinated with the beauty of the light pattern formation. Sometimes the pattern is like wings to fly, sometimes they form clouds that are so beautiful and wonderful. When I looked at the beauty of it, came a sound that is very fearful and painful pieces of my hearing. And it is very scary, I began to worry if the sound was getting closer. Screaming and howling sound that makes me confused and hard heads. I tried to turn the head to the left and right, up and down. Search every corner of the room crack. Where did that voice? Who is the voice? Then I berterik powerful hard-hearts. I tried to stop the sound. But that voice continues to haunt me. I was really scared and all I want to get away from that room. But I can not, with hands glued to the wall of sharp, my feet are bound only spurred on the earth. Where can I escape.

SAD ESTATE LAND

The weather in the morning was very good. Language breeze gently feel comfortable, rubber tree leaves waving at the occasional wave. Mak Munah diberanda stretch his back on his chair. Mak Munah now feel satisfied with the success of its children, each has worked, there are of top and already has his own family.
                                                      
  If 20 years ago, Mak Munah family life is very poor and difficult. Never mind her husband divorced, there are houses and homes, all of a sudden it was driven out by the brother-in-law and his own sister. "You and your children can get out of this land," snapped brother heard long rough. "But Abang Long, do I live? My children are all still in school longer, and Abang Long knew that I was a kara no other relatives, only the brother and Kak Long Longlah where I complain," flirting with Mak Munah tears. "I do not care, land that you sit down Then I want to share with my children before I die. Furthermore, as long as you sit in the land is one cent money you were not even on my brother's wife measles."

  Mak Munah jerks listen to words from the mouth of the brother-in-law. As far as Mak Munah land is the land of late father's estate. "Kak Long help me, I am sad at Kak Long, I am willing to bow at Kak Long, I'm willing to kiss the feet kaklong, but please do not drive me out of here birth children,''Mak Munah stronger crying.

  "I can not do anything Munah, land late father that, I already sell on your brother Long. So now all the power in his hand." Kak Long clearly no longer compassion. "Until my heart Kak Long at this kind of child birth. Deny Kak Long. Kak Long Before I could sit here promises to death." Munah Mak pleaded tearfully. Without despair Munah Mak Abang Long continues to appeal to him, "I can not wait to Abang Long one of my children worked before, then I quit." "No way! The longer you sit here no more sore eyes and heart I am the father of your child. Munah quiet, I do not want to waste time anymore. Right now you can get out. .... Out Out .......! ... Out .......!" abang long drive as he kicked the prostrate head Mak Munah feet. At the same time also heard the voices of children who number 3 long brother Mak Munah overlook. "Ei ..... no direct language Reti parents ni." "Mak Munah, that Mr. Mak was so hated at its birth Munah. Do not see the face you see he was involved Munah Mak dah crap." "So, want to wait any longer out
 right now. "said the proud.

Seeing her mother cried out, the eldest son Milan, who had just returned from school and has continued to embrace his mother weeping with mixed emotions. "Hey Ma Long, Pak Long, if you already hate us so much on not to insult mak Milah up so completely." Milan angry at Pak Long and Mak Longnya. "Poor boy had taught, it's no language is poor," almost brothers long slap the face Milan. "Is this for uncle uncle remembered the child at birth ranged courteously with. Enough Mr Long-faced do not want to face. But now we miserly uncle to land a sekangkang uncle tu monkey, praying to God Almighty Milan tomorrow when Mr Long, Mak Long want to die hard, then squeezed off the land. "Milah cry again. He had no longer cared what people want to say, he was rude to, or what is important to present to express his satisfaction in his heart. "It Milah! have been .......... ..........," Mak Munah screaming.

   "Let our mom back, packed our goods, faster, faster we get out of this unhappy land," celupar all the words from the mouth of Milan due to too much anger and resentment with regard to Pak Long and Mak Longnya.

   Neighbours who witnessed the events surrounding neighbors is also the same cry, and sympathy with the plight Mak Munah. Poor Mak Munah where he is going to live now?

loss of its loved ones

Yesterday morning, on the way to the office after sending Hafiy and Fahry to nursery, I received an SMS (short message system) reads:

    Salam, I ummi harris accident  in kuala Lipis, Harris nazhan son passed away .. Alfatihah

My heart was suddenly struck. Shocked. Sad. Not revealed. All there.

Ummi  Harris is my school friends, while studying in SMCH. We frequently exchange stories about their children, since the late Harris in the womb.

I just met him last week, came across while walking to the office. Office near my office. Within 1-2 minutes could also lah tu we exchanged stories. He said he was in the process of changing workplace ...

Upon receiving the news, in a choked me to send message to friends.

Some friends called me and cried. So it choked. Of course, even though I never met with the spirits, but it feels like its own, added at the sight of a face comelnya on Facebook and blogs.

Other friends ask about the Umm Harris and her husband, as well as details about the accident. Forgive me because I had no idea. And I do not have the heart to ask more of Umm Harris. However, when Umm Harris sent a second SMS
 asked me to tell friends, I gagahi also to ask about the accident, but I did not expect his answer is, because .. lost child is a fact that is too painful to face. And I think his willingness to tell me is a matter of great need perseverance.

I can not describe my feelings with words. My friends, weak knees, hearts melt when they get this message. Our souls cry though not of our flesh and blood. Because of the close friendly relations with Ummi Harris, even without its still feels sad.

I can not imagine if it happened to me. Fahry first time in the incubator, I cry every day praying for her safety. I am very afraid of losing my baby, even though I did not manage holding. This is also when children are beginning crawl, start playing, start naughty...

May God give provision Ummi Harris, and their hearts calm lost loved ones in the blink of an eye, this eye.

I feel I want to hug my son back. Surely I am not willing to lose them, even briefly.
meditate son Harris Nazhan. Hopefully you up into the hands of leaders of Ummi and Baba to heaven ...