Anak Manja

Anak Manja

bunga ditaman kupetik-petik
semut diranting aku menjerit
dedaun tua kuhiris-hiris
terluka jari aku menangis

aku benar kias anak manja
gaya si kecil sentiasa bersama gula-gula
dimana sahaja inginku ketawa
manis kumakan, pahit tidak kutelan, pedas terus kubuang
bagaimana mahu ke bintang? sedagn matahari lagiku elak
bagaimana ingin jadi kuat? sedang sakit lagiku teriak

anak manja harus bangun dicelah kepayahan
agar gula-gula kekal dalam kemanisan
biar dulu pahit peria aku telan
nanti petang pahit itu hilang,sakit tidak mungkin berterusan.

aku, biar jadi anak manja
biar mereka saksi senyumku dibibir, girang di mata
lirik sayu cuma simpan senyap menjadi harta, dalam kalbu seorang anak manja
ku tahu takkan selamanya ia layu
kerana manis sudah kutemu bila pahit semalam dalam diam aku lalu.

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tomyamfan; Anak Manja

Jan 31st, 2013

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From Dina with love

My name is Nur Dina Hafiya. I was born on 27th of Ramadhan 1433H. I live with my father and my mother in Kuala Lumpur . I never talk to them even though I really want to. I have many things to let them know.

You know, I might be crying all day long. I wake my mom up in the middle of night. I cause my dad late for work.  I am sorry but I have no will not to. I am a baby.

I do not know how shall I tell that I am hungry. I am not sure how many hours I should be asleep in a day; I don’t even know how day & night differ. I do not know how to stand on my feet and walk to the kitchen for some medicine when my stomach got bloated. What shall I say when I’m cold? And sometimes when I sweat too? I know nothing but crying… because I’m too little to understand myself.

Ayah,ibu..please take care of me. I love you and I’ll make you happy ;)

Hug from Dina~~~ 

^_^

Nur Dina Hafiya bt Mohd Ehyauddin

21st Zulhijjah 1433H

2 months and 3 weeks years old.

They asked me how well a married life goes

It has been about 10  months. i become a wife at the age of 23 and it’s such a quick answer to my prayer i shall say. it’s never a plan to make a move this fast yet this is what is set for me i believe. the story began since i was born and it traveled chapters by chapters with different live events happening apparently to me until it reaches the chapter when i am married – to a man who first showed up as a stranger :p

In any relationship, everyone is convinced with love, promises, care and protection – so that’s what i get too. i’m promised to be loved perfectly, to be taken care enough and to be protected every minute of life.  but to simply accept promises is not an easy doing indeed. there shall always be doubts here or somewhere in heart because we don’t wish to get hurt silently. that’s why i always had conversation with myself (before marriage) asking how im gonna survive living as a wife bringing about my imperfections. i was too worried.

Gladly, today i find marriage is not a place to condemn  imperfection. rather it pushes you to show what you’re weak at so that the imperfection helps you to be you. everyday without realising i present a weak part of me,my imperfections,my weaknesses – that’s how i move day by day going through d marriage. it isn’t a problem, it’s a process..

“We shall not make things complicated”, my hubs once said.  There i learn that marriage is a special space to know our spouse better because each day brings new thing for both to know each other. that’s the way love grows. as long we fulfill the obligations and sincerity is put at the first place, no way you will find marriage a mistake, nor a burden. Instead, it’s a BIG blessing that you’ll have no words to thank Allah more, for that :)

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For dearest hub:-

cintaku buatmu kuukir tanpa ragu
senyumku moga jd pngubatmu
cantikku buat tatapanmu
jelikku jd ujian buatmu
lemahku ditampung oleh kuatnya imanmu
lembutku moga mghalusi jiwamu
segarku utk menyegarkanmu
sakitku diubati oleh lembut tuturmu
bila cinta benar2 kuhayati
kutemui dirimu pengubat sepi 
kerana cintaku buatmu bukan sekadar di dunia
kubawa cinta ini moga smpai ke pintu syurga..

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– tomyamfan, 2012©

Meniti Kedewasaan

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Cepat benar kaki melangkah

berjalan menuju di mana saja adanya arah

lantas berpaut pada tiang bila lutut mulai lemah

landai sejenak, akur pada perjalanan agak payah.

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Titian di hadapan tidak sedikitpun retak  untuk diseberangi

tiada sedikit cela untuk diharungi

cuma tercalit sekelumit cereka di atasnya

agar penunggang berhenti seketika, membaca

agar peneroka sedar akan hadirnya suatu cerita

dalam setiap langkah titian.. menuju di mana katanya ada desa.

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Setiap cereka yang terselit indah antara mata dan bibir

pasti runtun jadi titisan air atau senyuman manis yang terukir

biarkan saja ia

andai di situ jadi tempat terselitnya impi rahsia

dalam meniti titian dewasa

kita belajar kepayahan itu adalah sebuah cerita

kesenangan itu kadang-kadang tidak bisa diteka wujudnya bila.

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Titian dewasa ini tebal helaiannya

banyak benar cerekanya

diolahnya pelbagai duka, diselitnya canda gelak tawa

perlahan-lahan ia mengajar kita

tawa itu bukan semata untuk jenaka

keluh itu bukan sekadar bagi yang berduka.

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Seperjalanan meniti titian ini

bukan usia menterjemah dewasa

bukan uratan di muka katakan ia tua

namun bila adanya ribut melanda, lantas kita jadi dewasa..

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tomyamfan; Meniti Kedewasaan

June 17th, 2012