Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Perfect

Dropped.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am not sorry that you are not perfect,
and I won't be.

Listen, Muhammad Khairulanwar,
or read.

You have a problem, and you know it.
I know, we know, but we can't help it because your heart and mind aren't ours.
You, have to fix it.

Couldn't you see that you have multiple personalities by just logging in into facebook, twitter and blogger?

Facebook is one Anwar Husaini, twitter is another and blogger is a whole different person.

Honestly, I hate it. Yup, secrets revealed.
But it is not personally on you alone. Most people do exactly the same thing but I am referring this to you because I kept thinking that how much you are troubled and how much you need advices, though it may be not from me and... how much I want to slap you in the face.

But I know I can't. And I won't.

Because it would hurt my hand, your face and and our hearts.

Instead, could you please, stay away from the computer for a while if you can. Take the Quran Translation, close your eyes and open any pages that you feel like to.

Then the first verse that catches your eyes, please read it.

And ponder the meaning, until you get it. You might not get it, perhaps, so try another. Your answer is there somewhere.

I know, that you know that problems have solutions. Though it might not be as deadly as Math sometimes can be, it can be solved.

Last, but not the least. It's about your dad. Well, you are his only son. What more could a dad wish for? I remember when my father got his first son, it was unbearable to see. Everything is about him, high expectations and so on. But my brother tried, and he is still trying.

Sorry if I didn't make your day, but thank you for making me think.

To think that I'm grateful to have a dad all along. For some doesn't even know how it feels, to call someone “dad”.