Memories of Dad and My sister

Hi guys!, Good night. For today entry i would like to write about "Memories of Dad and My sister". 15 June 2005 and 18 September 2010 will be a day that i will always remember. Sometimes i would stand in the door, Flashback a day with my dad and my sister. They always with me when i needed them the most and protect me when i am getting bullied with my friend. I still remember, at 10 years old  i get involved fight with my own brother because he always making joke of me and "show off" that he is the only one who a clever and have good attitude.(Tapi dia memang pandai nak mampuih mungkin sebab dia warisi kepandaian ibu saya dalam bidang perniagaan dan matematik #salute). Well,  we fight on the wrong place. Hahaha, we fought in our class and the teacher saw us in fight. Then he summon us to the front office "we are fined by the teacher and at the same time, we are required to reciprocate each other". Our teacher called my father and told about us having fight, then after going back from the school we got some lesson from our father. Start on that day, we promise to not fight again!!. But today it's just a memories to us. Furthermore, that one action has countless experiences that have shaped my childhood and led me to where i stand today. #ThanksToMyFamily

     i began following my late father to our farm when i was five years old. My father always used to teach me how to planting the plant on the right ways. An showing us the result of plants that we are planting. Human cannot rewind the time but we can only flashback the memory. I hope one day, i will be like my father who always keep his son and daughter to adore him and educate us to be better person on earth, respectful to each other and helping person who are in need. 

memories

We do not need special day to bring you to our minds,

The days we do not think of you are very hard to find,

Each morning when awake we know that you are gone,

And no one knows the heartache as we try to carry on,

Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tear still flow,

What it meant to lose  you no one will ever knows,

Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill. 

     My late sister passed away when she was nineteen years old. On that time, she pursued study at Sabak Bernam Community College, Selangor. my sister told my mother that she do not feel well and want to comeback home. My mother asked my sister to back home early and we able to seek specialist for further check ups. But Allah S.W.T loved her more. Allah S.W.T. takes the ones he loves the most first. The memories with my late sister, is still in my head. Remember when i forget to bring money to school she the only one who can i borrowed the money to buy a foods because she is very diligent on work and always save money from work. besides, she so friendly, polite and respect her parents. my sister is the best. Every time she cooks or buys something she will not forget to share (sharing is caring) with us that make us so happy and comfortable. Last but not least, we can't bring them back, but the most important thing i can do's is pray for him, and ask forgiveness and mercy for him, and for paradise and salvation from the fire, and other good and beautiful du'aa's (prayers).