Here's the deal,
each of us were born with different specialties and we are all very blessed.
Some of you may say that you don't have any specialties at all but you know what, that's a lame thing to say.
Maybe RIGHT NOW you don't really see what you're good at and stuff but later, one day or maybe tomorrow InshaAllah, you'll see it. You never know right?
Anyways whatever we were born with, we should be grateful for it, be grateful, Alhamdulillah.
You see,
I have 4 siblings and Alhamdulillah (lol) I was born the youngest of em all.
Tbh, the age gap is quite huge too :( but ahhwell, Alhamdulillah :)
So above me, in a 9 year gap, I have a brother. A special brother if I may say.
He was born special. He wasn't like other guys his age. He couldn't really do some stuff most kids and guys do which are considered normal and which are taken for granted by people who were born perfect and by perfect I meant they don't have any problems with their legs or ears or whatever InshaAllah.
Even though, ya, my brother isn't like others, he's special.
Allah SWT is very very kind and fair.
He gives my brother a strong memory and the talent to draw.
Like mannn he even sold his drawings and once, his paintings were hung in Balai Seni ._.
and me? lol I have no talent at ALL in drawing or art or anything related to that HAHA.
See, Allah SWT is very kind and fair MashaAllah.
Our rooms as in my my room and my brother's are located right beside the other.
So we can basically shout at each other from our room but no we never do that coz my brother can't shout :p
I always considered it kind of strange how we came from the same family, same bloodline and all, we live in the same house, rooms right beside each other and yet, yet..
we live a different life.
Now,
I go to school, he stays in his room.
I go out with my friends, he stays in his room.
I play outside, he stays in his room.
I chat with my parents downstairs, he stays in his room.
He draws in his room, I surf the internet.
He plays on his tab, I do my homeworks.
He can sit and sleep all he wants, I have lots of things to settle.
I can run easily, he struggles to walk.
I play sports and stuff, he chills at home.
I talk super loud with my friends, he use sign language with his friends.
I debate, he can't.
I read the words in the books, he looks at the pictures.
I prefer to write, he prefers to draw.
I like colors, he likes black and white.
Really, our life in a way is very different yet at the same time we do have similarities.
Yet, people like him, they are very lucky.
My brother is deaf.
Can you imagine how much sins he avoids every day? Ya Allah.
I used to argue and have those mini i hate you moments with him because despite his differences, we're still siblings and no matter what happens, we still have the energy to argue especially when i were a kid lol. Now, as time passed, i realised that he's way luckier than i am. I realised how much I love that guy who is gradually becoming shorter than me as days past heheheheh.
Sadly though,we rarely see each other especially on school days even though our rooms are like right beside each other.
We understand each other. We can communicate with each other by our own special way haha. We know what the other one likes. We usually share snacks with each other when we have snacks haha coz we both love unhealthy food. We have this unique way of taking care of each other. Everytime he sees and checks on me, he'll ask me by sign language, " have you ate? have you prayed? " i used to get annoyed by that coz he usually randomly comes into my room and ask me that but now, I understands and appreciate that. Maybe that's his way of showing his care to me. Maybe that's his way of communicating with me. I swear, he's the nicest brother anyone can ever wish for.
He used to tidy up my room.
He lets me use his bag.
He lets me take his laptop even though I know he wants it back real badly.
Everytime I get mad and emo ish to him, he didn't do anything.
He used to buy magazines and comics for me.
and when I went to a camp for the 1st time and came home safely, he was the most excited one to see me home.
Allah is kind.
Allah is fair.
We still have our moments now and then.
Like when my dad decides to take us out,
we can still laugh together,
I still play pranks on him,
like how I usually appears out of nowhere and dash into to the toilet before him LOL.
Honestly, I'm pretty sure that I'm one of the few people on this earth, who can make jokes and laugh at his antiques and understands him without needing to utter any word at all.
I love him and no matter what others say, no matter how our times together seems to have lessen nowadays, I'll always be behind his back.
When I get older and when my parents are too old to take care of him.
I will. I promise. InshaAllah if I'm still alive.
I'm writing this here in my blog,
to remind me,
about all the blessings Allah SWT has given me,
about how everything happens for a reason,
how kind and fair Allah SWT is,
how I should be grateful for every single thing,
and
to remind me about this promise I made.
One day, when I get older,
when my parents get older,
when my brother gets older,
I have a responsibility to make.
the promise I made.
InshaAllah.
I promise.
each of us were born with different specialties and we are all very blessed.
Some of you may say that you don't have any specialties at all but you know what, that's a lame thing to say.
Maybe RIGHT NOW you don't really see what you're good at and stuff but later, one day or maybe tomorrow InshaAllah, you'll see it. You never know right?
Anyways whatever we were born with, we should be grateful for it, be grateful, Alhamdulillah.
You see,
I have 4 siblings and Alhamdulillah (lol) I was born the youngest of em all.
Tbh, the age gap is quite huge too :( but ahhwell, Alhamdulillah :)
So above me, in a 9 year gap, I have a brother. A special brother if I may say.
He was born special. He wasn't like other guys his age. He couldn't really do some stuff most kids and guys do which are considered normal and which are taken for granted by people who were born perfect and by perfect I meant they don't have any problems with their legs or ears or whatever InshaAllah.
Even though, ya, my brother isn't like others, he's special.
Allah SWT is very very kind and fair.
He gives my brother a strong memory and the talent to draw.
Like mannn he even sold his drawings and once, his paintings were hung in Balai Seni ._.
and me? lol I have no talent at ALL in drawing or art or anything related to that HAHA.
See, Allah SWT is very kind and fair MashaAllah.
Our rooms as in my my room and my brother's are located right beside the other.
So we can basically shout at each other from our room but no we never do that coz my brother can't shout :p
I always considered it kind of strange how we came from the same family, same bloodline and all, we live in the same house, rooms right beside each other and yet, yet..
we live a different life.
Now,
I go to school, he stays in his room.
I go out with my friends, he stays in his room.
I play outside, he stays in his room.
I chat with my parents downstairs, he stays in his room.
He draws in his room, I surf the internet.
He plays on his tab, I do my homeworks.
He can sit and sleep all he wants, I have lots of things to settle.
I can run easily, he struggles to walk.
I play sports and stuff, he chills at home.
I talk super loud with my friends, he use sign language with his friends.
I debate, he can't.
I read the words in the books, he looks at the pictures.
I prefer to write, he prefers to draw.
I like colors, he likes black and white.
Really, our life in a way is very different yet at the same time we do have similarities.
Yet, people like him, they are very lucky.
My brother is deaf.
Can you imagine how much sins he avoids every day? Ya Allah.
I used to argue and have those mini i hate you moments with him because despite his differences, we're still siblings and no matter what happens, we still have the energy to argue especially when i were a kid lol. Now, as time passed, i realised that he's way luckier than i am. I realised how much I love that guy who is gradually becoming shorter than me as days past heheheheh.
Sadly though,we rarely see each other especially on school days even though our rooms are like right beside each other.
We understand each other. We can communicate with each other by our own special way haha. We know what the other one likes. We usually share snacks with each other when we have snacks haha coz we both love unhealthy food. We have this unique way of taking care of each other. Everytime he sees and checks on me, he'll ask me by sign language, " have you ate? have you prayed? " i used to get annoyed by that coz he usually randomly comes into my room and ask me that but now, I understands and appreciate that. Maybe that's his way of showing his care to me. Maybe that's his way of communicating with me. I swear, he's the nicest brother anyone can ever wish for.
He used to tidy up my room.
He lets me use his bag.
He lets me take his laptop even though I know he wants it back real badly.
Everytime I get mad and emo ish to him, he didn't do anything.
He used to buy magazines and comics for me.
and when I went to a camp for the 1st time and came home safely, he was the most excited one to see me home.
Allah is kind.
Allah is fair.
We still have our moments now and then.
Like when my dad decides to take us out,
we can still laugh together,
I still play pranks on him,
like how I usually appears out of nowhere and dash into to the toilet before him LOL.
Honestly, I'm pretty sure that I'm one of the few people on this earth, who can make jokes and laugh at his antiques and understands him without needing to utter any word at all.
I love him and no matter what others say, no matter how our times together seems to have lessen nowadays, I'll always be behind his back.
When I get older and when my parents are too old to take care of him.
I will. I promise. InshaAllah if I'm still alive.
I'm writing this here in my blog,
to remind me,
about all the blessings Allah SWT has given me,
about how everything happens for a reason,
how kind and fair Allah SWT is,
how I should be grateful for every single thing,
and
to remind me about this promise I made.
One day, when I get older,
when my parents get older,
when my brother gets older,
I have a responsibility to make.
the promise I made.
InshaAllah.
I promise.
hey maryam.. i miss ur writing.. :(
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