The deed is done.
Driver is coming to pick me up to go to KLIA soon.
Johor Bahru, your prodigal son is coming home...
Driver is coming to pick me up to go to KLIA soon.
Johor Bahru, your prodigal son is coming home...
How does one forgive someone who has done them and their loved ones so much wrong?
This is a question that I struggle with, and have always struggled with for a long time.
How does one push past the pain and suffering that a person had willingly caused, worse yet, caused to someone that they loved. We stand at the sidelines, and feel ourselves slighted, yet the pain we feel is minuscule, compared to the earth-shattering hurt our loved one experiences. Yet we are powerless, drowning in a helplessness, grasping for any lifeline that can pull ourselves out from the deep.
How can we let go when hatred is all we know. A hatred that festered from seeds of dislike. This poison that we feed ourselves. Yet it is all we know.
How does one tell oneself to let go?
If a person murders your son, and returns a month later, saying he is genuinely sorry; what would you do? He comes in and says he will pay for the cleaning bill, to wipe the blood stains off the floor, and to send the carpet for dry…
This is a question that I struggle with, and have always struggled with for a long time.
How does one push past the pain and suffering that a person had willingly caused, worse yet, caused to someone that they loved. We stand at the sidelines, and feel ourselves slighted, yet the pain we feel is minuscule, compared to the earth-shattering hurt our loved one experiences. Yet we are powerless, drowning in a helplessness, grasping for any lifeline that can pull ourselves out from the deep.
How can we let go when hatred is all we know. A hatred that festered from seeds of dislike. This poison that we feed ourselves. Yet it is all we know.
How does one tell oneself to let go?
If a person murders your son, and returns a month later, saying he is genuinely sorry; what would you do? He comes in and says he will pay for the cleaning bill, to wipe the blood stains off the floor, and to send the carpet for dry…
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No worries man.. I almost umderstood what you said, which means my hunger pangs are doing the same thing..
nway we missed mr abdullah already...
(Did we???)...no class 2day was
like hell...we want class...we want class...haha
It's good to be home, right Sir?;)
I am touched by your unconvincing attempts to pull the wool over my eyes...a commendable effort.
Princess,
Home, sweet home...ahhhhhh....
u dah balik?
welcome
p/s: cheh, ai tak tau nak komen ape sbnrnya,ahaha
He is a great man who understood every single word you write, and more.
Selamat Berpuasa AJ, and selamat menyambut hari raya. Still in London?
1)That's the problem that I have now... It's been too long since I went back to Kelantan that my Kelantanese has fallen into disuse... Which was one of the reasons I found it harder and harder to communicate with the Kelantanese relatives...
Sometimes it is very frustrating for me...
2) How is Adie our relative?
Pakcik Ali,
Nice of you to drop by.. Do you still use your Blogger? I ask because the last post there is January 2008...
I have left Blogpot since then and migrated to Vox. http://razali.vox.com.
I find Blogspot more for serious bloggers. Initially I found mental sparring intoxicating but as workload pile up, it's sapping too much of my energy. Vox is more relax and have more facilities. Maybe I might have another go at Blogspot since my work pressure is considerably less now and I have a few things to release...just maybe