After my father passed away in a terrible car-motorcycle accident, my mother remarried and relocated leaving me to my grandparent. As far as I can remember, in my lifetime, if my recollection serves me correctly, I only met her a few times and most of that few times, which were not more than 5 all in all, I was too damn young to commit any of the meetings into my pubescent and virgin memory.
The last time I met her was when my dreaded uncle, to my dismay, decided to stop by from a return trip to Kota Bharu from Kuala Lumpur. Of all the places he could have stopped. I was still a rebellious punk rock teenager back then and I revolted against the idea but who was I, I was only hitching a ride home and I have no control over the wheels. Darn! When I was in the house with her sitting bersimpuh on the floor to my right, I made sure that there were no eye contacts what so ever. As far as I can remember, the last time I heard, I have like 5 or 6 stepbrothers and sisters. I think I did saw a few of them running in and out of the house. Little brats.
I have not heard anything from her since. It is odd that I do not feel a thing. Is that bad? I hope not.
When I first started writing songs, the very first song I wrote was called Permata Buat Bonda. That acoustic ballad number was included in Wildan’s second album under the title Permataku. Wildan, a local nasyid group and a nominee in the recent Music Industry Award, hand picked the song. I heard the song was one of the two most popular songs in the album, only second to their first single, which was also composed by me. Haha. I don’t mean to brag nina, but I have good ears for the radio. Haha.
Mothers were always the easiest theme to construct songs upon. I have little difficulty composing songs about mothers and I do not know why. That is the only subject where I can be so easily inspired although I, however, cannot say the same when it comes to fathers. And I do not know why.
But the bottom line is that to those who still have their mothers, value them when you still have the time. Show yourself that you can appreciate them before it is too late, before the angels decide to take them home.
Happy belated mothers day.
The last time I met her was when my dreaded uncle, to my dismay, decided to stop by from a return trip to Kota Bharu from Kuala Lumpur. Of all the places he could have stopped. I was still a rebellious punk rock teenager back then and I revolted against the idea but who was I, I was only hitching a ride home and I have no control over the wheels. Darn! When I was in the house with her sitting bersimpuh on the floor to my right, I made sure that there were no eye contacts what so ever. As far as I can remember, the last time I heard, I have like 5 or 6 stepbrothers and sisters. I think I did saw a few of them running in and out of the house. Little brats.
I have not heard anything from her since. It is odd that I do not feel a thing. Is that bad? I hope not.
When I first started writing songs, the very first song I wrote was called Permata Buat Bonda. That acoustic ballad number was included in Wildan’s second album under the title Permataku. Wildan, a local nasyid group and a nominee in the recent Music Industry Award, hand picked the song. I heard the song was one of the two most popular songs in the album, only second to their first single, which was also composed by me. Haha. I don’t mean to brag nina, but I have good ears for the radio. Haha.
Mothers were always the easiest theme to construct songs upon. I have little difficulty composing songs about mothers and I do not know why. That is the only subject where I can be so easily inspired although I, however, cannot say the same when it comes to fathers. And I do not know why.
But the bottom line is that to those who still have their mothers, value them when you still have the time. Show yourself that you can appreciate them before it is too late, before the angels decide to take them home.
Happy belated mothers day.
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