17!

My son, my precious is 17 today.. 

But why do I feel that he's only 7??

The son stations to adult hood,
He gets equipped with different moods,
He learns the black art of daily change,
He experiences the relation-mystery widening his range.

The mother’s dictionary reads only the baby innocent,
For she gets wrapped in her feelings essence,
She finds no fault with the boy,
And sees him playing with childhood toy.

To a son the mother remains as an oasis,
In his good and evil she remains as a spontaneous bliss.
For, from her being the son comes on the earth,
Learns her smile, her words, and life’s rope with fountain mirth.

When the son feels sorrow the mother cries,
In son’s evil days, with all her soothing she tries,
Her heart and mind like fresh wind, find passage to son’s wellbeing,
She is the earthly goddess, the divine image, life’s rarest thing.

At the age of 3 days old, still underweight with 2.22kg.. 

But in 6 months, he gained and gained and gained...

At 4 years old, he's a brilliant boy..

He often say his du'a to have a little sister

He was so happy to have 2 little sisters..

He had always made us proud A trip to Langkawi for his UPSR...

His playmate whom he have been waiting for..

A proud grandmother..

In PMR, he did it again!

In health or sickness... I'll always be there for him...

At 16, there're ups and downs in his life..
But I'll never let him face them alone..

His laugh during our latest visit last Sunday (2 days ago) made my day better...
And we didn't stop laughing to each other till we depart...

HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST...

MAY YOU BE AN OBIDIENT MUSLIM AND A GOOD PERSON TO ALL...

HAVE FAITH IN WHATEVER YOU DO AND BE WISE IN YOUR UNDERTAKINGS.

MAY ALLAH GUIDE YOU THROUGH THIS LIFE AND HEREAFTER....

WE LOVE YOUUUU!!!!